My Golden Mentor

I lost my dance teacher and mentor to ovarian cancer 8 years ago.  I was very aware, as a young girl, of what a positive impact Cathy had on my life.  And now as an adult, experiencing my own inner strength, growth and lens through which I look, I continue to see how Cathy’s ways influenced the deepest parts of me.  

Rooted in a deep spiritual practice of her own, she thoughtfully stepped towards inspiration, worked hard to protect her own happiness, and was able to hold a space of loving and understanding with me in a way that only one who walks that path can.  She was passionate, alive, dignified, graceful, earnest, honest, and a real friend.   

Her goal of building self esteem, while teaching dance to her students, was her core gift, and I received that message in every gesture, every class, every talk, both in the quiet moments just between us, and also during her inspirational talks to the group.  Dance was never about competition, attention or outside gain. It was only about sharing the best of ourselves, bringing joy to others, and enhancing the camaraderie of our community of dancers.  She was a dancer through and through, and the consummate performer who lit up the stage.  It didn’t matter how high her leg, or how many pirouettes, her heart burst with the joy and the love of dance.  

I remember her standing at the front of the classroom during my first jazz class at a mere seven years old, dancing to Michael Jackson’s PYT.  Her bright hair framing her face, the gold ballerina necklace that danced with her, and a knowing smirk that seemed to say “there’s nothing as good as dance.”  She invited me to the dance floor that day and I never looked back.  From a young girl with a rhythm for dance to a grown woman expressing my life through the professional arts, Cathy was with me every step of the way.  My teenage years, my college dance performances, my first Broadway show, my first tour, my first everything! 

I have a million stories, thousands of moments, hundred of cards with inspiring words, dozens and dozens of pictures of my life with Cathy.  I haven’t wept for her in a long time, but tonight I do.  Tears of gratitude for the gift of this amazing woman.  May we all be so lucky to have that beacon of light that reflects all the brightness within each of us.  I know how lucky I am.  Until we meet again . . . 

 

Cathy Gillaspie

Is

Golden

In my memory you stand ready to lead the troops.

You speak of the altruistic vision; and the heart of every dancer beats, sky above and earth below.

Our work, heart to stone, meets the vision.

Like the opening at the end of a labyrinth we feel reborn and alive.

Do you, a person of integrity and grace, feel the love that pours?

Like a song that penetrates and transcends, your impact stays and grows.

As you explore, as you strive, as you pray, as you receive, you share.

I ask for no more.  

Strongly you strive for a supreme life based on connection to source.

A bird . . . you are soaring, settling sometimes at the top of the mountain, but ready for the next adventure.

What a life.

I wish for you all that you give to me.  A flowing river, changing the rocks that it glides over day after day, year after year.  

Golden is always Golden.

                                  Cathy J. Gillaspie 

                                  Cathy J. Gillaspie 

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