There is pure magic in the moment when a baby chick first stands on your foot. It is an indescribable joy.
You barely feel any weight at all, only perhaps the “hop up” landing. It is a moment you never want to end because it is filled with such innocence and trust.
You may think, “This is how life is intended to be,” and you would be right.
Even when grown, my chickens will still stand on my feet from time to time, and they are still amazingly light. They perform amazing arabesques and breathtaking leaps from a foot, from a lap, from a perch.
It did take some time before I realized Gracie’s secret love and desire was to be a ballerina. It’s that way with aspirations. Somehow acknowledging them takes away from the dream, and opens one up to embarrassment if the dream only ever remains a dream.
All of my girls enjoy the art of the dance, but Gracie sees it as her gift, the thing that she loves the most. I simply do not have the heart to tell her, or any of them really, it’s simply not possible. Chickens can’t be ballet dancers.
So they dance, and particularly Gracie. She dances so beautifully in her mind that I’ve started seeing her dream in my mind too.
One day I will draw her with pale pink ballet slippers dancing through the streets of Paris. We, Gracie and I, love our dreams, and I love my Gracie.
My Life With Gracie taught me sometimes the things you want in life don’t ever happen, but if you really look, often there is something much better for you.
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