please wait, site is loading


Finding Lost Dreams, Part 2 • A Moment in time

Posted on: May 13, 2015 by Naomi M. Pridjian | 4 Comments
Finding Lost Dreams, Part 2 • A Moment in time

Finding Lost Dreams, Part 2 • A Moment in time


When we were children, we loved to dance. We jumped and turned in natural rhythm. Our bodies were malleable and our minds were open to the new and marvelous.


Ballet, with its idiosyncratic forms is typically begun in childhood, when the body is supple enough to be properly molded with turned out hips and perfectly arched feet. Classes at the basic beginning level for persons past the age of puberty were few and far between. I was in my early twenties when I learned an ad hoc class was forming near the university for adult beginners. It was a small class taught by a man in a wheel chair who could no longer dance, but was a proficient teacher. I had learned positions from pictures in books and magazines, so exercises at the barre went well enough, but out on the floor I was once again on stage…the little girl with two left feet.


Despite his kindness and patience, my desire and courage dissolved into ever deepening fear as I bumbled along, trying to make each combination of steps a continuous movement across the floor. Then, one night I just froze. Too embarrassed and shame-faced to continue, I left the studio and accepted what appeared to me to be an insurmountable inability to dance. I was convinced that the problem was a constitutional lack of rhythm and bodily coordination…a family affliction.


I did not return to the ballet studio. A sense of humiliating shame wrote itself into my psyche for the next several years, immobilizing me where dancing was concerned. Then, in the late 1960s, a chance encounter with cannabis freed me of self-consciousness. Miraculously both feet behaved and my body responded to the music naturally. The experience was an epiphany and seminal moment for me. I would like to have had it many times over, but marijuana was illegal on all counts, and the challenge of obtaining it did not fit into my lifestyle as a single mother with survival issues uppermost at hand. I put the dance experience into my memory box and closed the lid for a very long time.


My default was visual art. I was good at it and it was an easy, solitary, creative pursuit, without audience for the most part. Color, line and form were rhythmic keynotes in my work. While I became a fairly well established visual artist, life challenges led me down one path and up another with no clear goal at hand. Some pathways were sunny, while others were dark and stormy. Some held indelible consequences, others did not. We all have our life stories. Buried into mine and tucked inside the ballet dreams of my childhood, was the night I danced to the music.


Dreaming to Dance 1024 v1b final



“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.”     

~ Deepak Chopra~




Part three coming soon: Dreams in real time


4 Responses

  1. Anne — May 14, 2015 at 2:49 am

    Despite our MANY years of friendship, I continue to learn new things about you. I love this unfolding of your story.

  2. Judy — May 14, 2015 at 11:06 am

    I’m proud of you for steering into the storm that has been your passion for dance. Go get ’em girl!

  3. Judy — June 18, 2015 at 11:32 am

    Hey… your last post was over a month ago. What’s up?

    • Naomi M. Pridjian — June 18, 2015 at 12:57 pm

      Working on it. Can’t rush these things.:-)


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

%d bloggers like this: