Ashley Banner
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I follow my imagination and allow my conscience to be my compass. Ive been to the dark ends of the subconscious and back; while having flown over the mountain tops of enlightenment. I seek to share the beauties of them both with the world.
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The Yellow Pear
Oh, to be in love, it can make you blind; but, to be blind, can make your falling in love a rather senseless act in return. I've always thought of love to be blinding. As, when it is that a person falls for another, the senses grow blind to any of their lover's supposed imperfections. It's where the ears can no longer hear a lie, or when the touch can feel no wrong, the nose smells nothing foul, the lips and tongue taste no bitterness and the eyes are blind to any flaw. Blindness and love, in my life, seemed to have been a zoetrope of an interchangeable, nonexchangeable rotating notion of inspiration. It was the very force nurturing my will to stay alive, and I've accomplished tremendous things due to its fruitfulness. To be blind, is like the unraveling of one's own vanity, such as it is being in love. Its fabric has no power to veil love's truth and beauty before the eyes. For, love does not judge, criticize, condemn or avenge itself. Of itself, it merely extends and allows all else to be, just as it does by its own nature, desiring to simply be. Lest, however, it's waiting upon something or someone to return. Within the congenial relationship, we slowly strip ourselves of each outer facade until we are bare and naked. We observe that we are the same, finding ourselves in another and live together in a blind marriage of benevolence.
By Ashley Banner4 years ago in Fiction
Aplomb
To dance, is to express, to express is to be free, and to be free is to be aplomb. "Aplomb," is a word our instructor, Mademoiselle Francois D'tou drilled into our heads with every stretch, spin and bow we rehearsed in the studio. Back in my former years, I had been one of eight dancers a part of a travelling ballet group; formally it is known as a "troupe." Mademoiselle Francois D'tou, who we called "madame Francois," was an older- aged woman from France with a reputation that preceded her, as she was known and praised for being able to make ballerinas out of the most challenged and fruitless dancers whom other instructors would simply discard. She had come to the U.S., New York City to be precise, looking to recruit young girls from dance universities that she found to be the worst.
By Ashley Banner4 years ago in Fiction
