But sometimes I can't help it and I think that, if I would have started sensing the joy of movement when I was younger, I would be more flexible now, more graceful, that my teaching experience would be more complete as I would have had a more extensive background in dance.
And then, I just had to look at some very late bloomers, the roses that grow in my parents' garden, to realise that it doesn't matter when beauty and joy come to our lives. They have come, let's greet them and make them stay.
Late roses after the rain, such joy. We can all bloom whenever we're ready.