Cecilia Kerche did something very big. something which would have consequences and divide people from her.  I took a look at her Facebook after she approved this article wrote with her story and it wasn’t the people supporting her that I noticed – it was the absence of those who probably should have been.

You know when we are young  we are stupid. We think whatever it is we’re doing will last forever and life will be the same and we will never be injured. Never sidelined , always special.

It’s nonsense.  I have watched some of the machinations of the dance world.  I’ve seen that many companies have no regard for their dancers most particularly for the women who may not have been famous but who have done something great to sustain the company when they needed it.
This does not seem like a reason to be casting somebody off but rather they should be celebrated.

This is a difficult thing to experience I imagine. That competition just to stay in the game all the while subjected to that Panic that you may lose your spot.

 I think it’s possible in the dance world that stepping on others to get to the top is  an accepted practice. Perhaps even quietly encouraged. When we engage in that type of behavior there is no sacrifice in us.

Show me an instance where a person makes a sacrifice to hurt others or to hurt them self. It’s impossible – a sacrifice is something done for good,  for the betterment of others , for our own survival and contribution,  and it is always something that hurts because your courage is all you have.

Those people you thought you had in your life very quietly slip away. And we are left with nothing but the sacrifice for the courage of our conviction. Is very hard to see the Dawn at that time – but it’s not necessary because when we have that kind of character there is always a lamp lit in the window for us. There is always a home because that light is coming from inside.

If you don’t sacrifice at some point  there will be no light for you and you’ll wander looking for that home from place to place empty with regret.

Someone told me to be careful who I step on on my way up because I will certainly see them again on my way back down.

I do not know the politics of what is going on in Rio de Janeiro. I do know the pain of rejection from your community also I know the guilt of being on the other side of it. We must always remember these things no matter shoes you are wearing.

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Fatova “a little on the serious side” Mingus