This summer I got back into accompanying ballet classes on piano again (it’s a thing, which is awesome, and preferred, if you didn’t know, which I will have to explain at some point in its own post because I foresee it popping up a few times in the next few articles I have simmering on the back burner). And I came to this amazing realization.
I would not be accompanying ballet classes if it wasn’t for a friend of mine, Stefan Calka (an accomplished dancer and choreographer in his own right), requesting that I accompany his classes a few weeks ago during a dance workshop I was working at (mostly I was there to help wrangle kids, I was not actually there for music).
I would not have even been able to accompany his classes had I not been heading home (and therefor able to pick up my music).
(I would not even have had ballet accompaniment music had I not already done this once before, about a decade ago.)
I would not have been playing piano for him to overhear me if I wasn’t working on a secret and awesome project with another dancer/teacher/choreographer, Orlando Pagan.
I would not have started working on this project if I hadn’t worked at Ukrainian dance camp last summer.
I would never have worked at dance camp, if I had never attended dance camp in my youth.
I never would have attended dance camp if I hadn’t been taking Ukrainian dance lessons at home.
And, of course, none of this could have even been set into motion if I was not a lifelong piano player.
I sit here in my proverbial flower garden, and I am amazed at all the little seeds that had been sown here through the years. I am right now enjoying an amazing blend of two of my passions in life – music and dance – not because of a chance encounter in the summer of 2012, but because of a series of actions put into motion in 1986, 1987, 1994, 2001, and 2011. The winding path that has brought me to the moment I am in right now is absolutely astounding.