This March, I watched Swan Lake—but it meant more this time. The lead swan was my piano teacher’s daughter, now a principal dancer in the Dutch National Ballet.
She once walked the same Toronto streets I do. Seeing her glide across the stage made the beauty feel personal.
I’ve always loved the performing arts—ballet, opera, musicals. They remind me that not everything needs words. Some things are meant to be felt.
That night, I didn’t leave inspired to do more—just to feel more. To notice. To listen. To be present. That’s the kind of magic I hope we never lose.
