Friday, September 9, 2011


She walked onto the stage wearing layers. How many I wasn't sure. A long-sleeved t-shirt stretched the length of her arms. Cotton rippled round her waist, hinting of more beneath, and a pair of khacki pants hung loose on her hips.

All eyes were on her, as she began to dance.


Her hands moved through the air, as if she were folding something like an imaginary shirt...


Read more at Segullah today. I'm exploring a few metaphors - the concept of layers, roles, and living the ones that matter. I wrote about my friend Jill - a mother, wife, teacher, primary pianist, and... dancer.


(Photos by Fred Hayes.)

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