Drum role please...

Well lots has happened in the last half a month, but I have a some big news I've waited 4 months to announce. That is till now. So...

Drum role please...

I, Jessika Christine Anspach am officially an authoress. I've been published!

Giddiness, excitement, pride and joy - I'm a dichotomous mix of proud parent and kid in a candy shop. But for the most part, I'm just really humbled and overwhelmed with a profound sense of gratitude for not only the opportunity to write and share my heart, but also for the encouragement, support and kind words so many have offered to me regarding this article. Words truly cannot express how blessed I've been.

So without further adieu...

Here is a link (although I strongly recommend purchasing a hard copy - it's really so much better with all the great photos and little tips from my other PNB cohorts) to my published article in the December issue of Dance Magazine appropriately titled "Surviving Nutcracker."


And that is what I aim to do, and why I must say "adieu." Tomorrow I get to be both the Ballerina Doll and the Peacock... it doesn't get much better than that! And on a Friday night too! Woo Hooo!!!!

Tune in for more very soon... there is oh so much to say, but a final must be taken before I can pass go and collect $200...

I hope you enjoy the article and I hope it inspires you to come to PNB's Nutcracker. You won't want to miss it!

.5 post + The Epic Album

So this really isn't a post. It's more a promotion/plug. Shameless? Absolutely! There's no shame in supporting other artists... But as a random side note, if you have to add "shameless" before your plug doesn't that automatically make it a little shameful? If it's shameless why do you even need to say it's shameless? Just a thought... It's late I need to go to bed.

Shameless, shameful, or what have you, this plug is for the album I mentioned earlier in my Futile Devices post. And while "epic" is making the comeback that "rad" never managed (which, in my view as a child of the 80's, is just sad and unfortunate) it really is the perfect word, the only word I can think of to describe this album. Galactic. Apocalyptic. Mind-blowing. These too could work, but I think "epic" encompasses it all. Yep. I'm sticking with "epic." What word would you choose? Listen, buy and let me know.




P.S.  I promise to write an actual post on this album/concert in the near future. But for now this will have to do. As of now, my current favorites are "Futile Devices" and "Get Real, Get Right." But who am I kidding? They're all rad. Yes. I'm starting a revival... but me thinks this word lacks wings.

I need new feet...

Raise your hand if after reading the title of this post you're:
a) agreeing with me,
b) laughing, or
c) all of the above.

Ballerinas are known for having beautiful legs, but our feet, well, they generally leave something to be desired...
Unsightly? Deformed? Disfigured? Yes, yes and yes!
Well if you put all your body weight on your toes what do you think's gonna happen?
We shop the aisles of the drugstore that generally are only frequented by the geriatric. I just spent $40.00 at Wallgreens buying corn-pads, bandaids, Vaseline, Second Skin (this gel-like stuff that's used for skin burns) and masking tape - all items necessary to get me through the first weekend of the All Tharp Rep we're finishing up this coming weekend.
I'm a "waterbaby" in Twyla Tharp's Waterbaby Bagatelles, and the combination of boureéing my toes into oblivion during the finale and wearing the flesh-dyed pointe shoes (who's boxes are coincidentally hardened by the dye) created the perfect atmosphere for disaster: the box of my pointe shoe literally sliced the big 'ol callous I'd built up on my pinky toe leaving a thick flap of flesh and an enormous gaping wound.
I didn't just have a blister on my pinky toe... my pinky toe was a giant blister. If only I had a picture... it would be a nice post-halloween scare for you all.
It's therefore not a surprise that I, Jessika Anspach, am notorious at PNB for having the ugliest feet in the company (and for wearing my pointe shoes the longest, but that's for another post). Now that's saying a lot!
So are all my shoes closed-toed? Ha! I'm sure there are people who wish they were... Nope. I unabashedly wear my flip-flops or gladiator sandals in summer. I mean hopefully people are looking at my face and not my feet. And for the most I try not to care what other people think. For the most part...

But there are some days when I wish I had some new feet. And there are some days when I know I need new feet... but not in the way you're thinking. You see there's someone else who's a lot like me:

"In the first place she was a cripple with feet so crooked that they often caused her to limp and stumble as she went about her work.  She had also the very unsightly blemish of a crooked mouth which greatly disfigured both expression and speech and was sadly conscious that these ugly blemishes must be a cause of astonishment and offense to many who knew she was in the service of the great Shepherd." 

Her name is Much-Afraid. She is me. I am her. Her story is told in Hinds Feet on High Places, a story that I'll be working my way through this year as we both (Much-Afraid and I) make our journey toward the High Places, having our crooked mouths corrected and our crippled unsightly feet transformed to hinds feet.
You'll be hearing much more about Much-Afraid and me. And you'll be reading many more snippets of this book. Why? Because, well, it pierces my heart... it cuts right through the thick of it. It says what I cannot. And hopefully it speaks to you too.
And so the journey begins...

"The Lord God is my strength and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me walk upon mine high places." Habakkuk 3:19

Futile Devices

It's been a long long time...

Funny. This is not only true of this blog, but also the opening line of the opening song in Sufjan Stevens' newest album, The Age of Adz (pronounced "odds").

There's so much to say, and on so many different topics - this album, this concert (I was blessed to see Sufjan at the Paramount Oct. 30th), this job; dreams that have awoken, lessons that are being learnt... There's so much to say. So much so that it almost overwhelms me. I told my mentor the other day that I felt like I was in the eye of a tornado with life swirling chaotically around me (also a somewhat ironic analogy since I just finished studying cyclonic storms in my Weather, Climate, Geography & Soils class... but I digress). It feels like so many things are up in the air, and I'm waiting to see where everything lands before I can move forward.
And yet I have peace.
For those of you who know me you understand what a miracle - how "of the Lord" this is. Shoot, if you're a Type A, natural born planner, a.k.a. control freak, you understand what a miracle this is.
Generally speaking, even the mere mention of chaos, lack of direction or movement makes my chest tighten and soul cringe as anxiety washes over me. This is my natural "old-self" reaction. But "the old has gone, the new has come"! Praise the Lord He is making me new.
I am new.
I am in the eye of the storm where all is calm amidst the dark whirling storm. I am full of peace. But I am tired. See, it does take energy to stand firm, to stay in the eye, to not get sucked into the cyclone. And that's okay - okay to be tired ("Old-self" would have been shaking her finger at me for not being superwoman). Because I have the Everlasting Arms to rest in... just like the little boy I saw at church today who was sleeping in his dad's arms during the service.

So I curl up in my Abba Father's arms and I rest. And I feel safe. Nothing else matters. This first song on Sufjan's album inspires these feelings in me - it's an invitation to rest, to trust, to peace.
It's been a long long time, and there is so much to say. There's a lot of storm to describe. But I've come to realize that at times, when it comes to describing my swirling life, "words are futile devices."

Enjoy "Futile Devices" by Sufjan Stevens via youtube. And buy his newest album here. Just do it.

Study Break

So right now I'm sitting up at my favorite local coffee shop - the Q.A. Uptown Espresso - attempting to defeat the beast that is my Weather, Climate, Vegetation and Soils homework. But it just won't die. Why won't it just die?!!!
The last couple days my eyes have felt like they're crossing from reading and then re-reading my textbook as I try and understand high- and low-pressure systems that are caused by the increase/decrease in temperature due to differing amounts of insolation received at Earth's surface. Wow. I'm even surprised I was able to articulate that much... Maybe one of these days I'll get it. Hopefully that day is today, considering I have to take the test tomorrow.
Maybe this study break needs to be over...

And while I'm complaining to you all about my overwhelming load of homework, the reality is this weekend I did manage to have a lot of fun, spending time with
a) non-dancer friends watching dance
and
b) dancer friends playing lazer tag.
So for now I thought I'd share with you a text a friend of mine sent me the other night after attending an inspiring show by Spectrum Dance Theater. Keep in mind that post show we went to a French restaurant for moules-frites. It was bad. Really bad. And the aioli, well... I just won't go there. But I'm stalling...

"You're the wet sweat to my dance, the perfect aioli to my fries and the beautiful ever blooming bud in my vase ;) love you Jess!"

Wow... what a friend! I am blessed. And now back to the books...

Because I don't have time to write...

Because I don't have time to write, because I'm trying to be a better (more consistent) blogger, and because you absolutely must watch this video this post will be quite short.
I really must get back to my homework-ing, but a Ballet Memphis dancer I met while at the Kennedy Center for the Ballet Across America II performances (our D.C. tour - a.k.a. Adventures in D.C. posts...) posted this video a couple days ago on her Facebook profile and it's given/inspired me to workout in that
a) it's made my face muscles hurt from smiling and given my abs a "laughing" workout... you know what I mean...
b) it makes me want to go for a jog in the rain - or at least splash in mud puddles... I think that could probably be arranged in the near future considering I do live in Seattle and we're entering the rainy season...

Hmmm... I wonder what it'll inspire in you... Watch and enjoy! And feel free to comment too!
And now back to studying...



Courtesy of TheTemperTraptv. Find it here on YouTube.

I'm Sorry

Really? Can it be? Has it almost been a month since I wrote a post?
Yes Jessika. Yes it has.
This is an epic failure on my part (okay maybe epic is a tad bit dramatic). Life has been crazy but when is it ever not crazy? And therefore all I can say is I'm sorry. But I feel like I'm constantly apologizing - to you (what must now be the non-existent readers of this almost non-existent blog), to my family and friends, and above all to the Lord.


I know I've probably said this before, but I feel like ever since January 1st, 2010, the car that is my life unbeknownst to me shifted up a gear and I've been running along side it trying to jump back in the driver's seat. Why am I not in my car? Don't ask me these things... it's a mental picture I'm painting. Run with me on this one... Yes, pun slightly intended.
I feel like any time off I have is devoted to the game of catch-up. And I hate that game almost as much as I hate that salty, tomatoey stuff that comes in the glass bottle. I wish I could somehow manage to maintain relationships - you know, keeping in touch with people on a regular basis. But much like Vitamin D, I seem to be deficient in this skill as well.
This past week I was on "vacation" and I found the ticker tape of my inner dialogue reading something like: "Okay... who haven't I talked to/seen in the past 3 months? Who do I need to have a) lunch b) coffee c) dinner with?" Needless to say the list filled up quite quickly. And while I fully admit I am a planner, this catch-up game gives me anxiety akin to the sensation you feel when you can't catch your breath. Stressed? Just a bit.
In moments of weariness, generally at the end of the day when I feel frayed around the edges, Stressika (my alter-ego) rears her hideous face, and flares of ill temper burn anyone within a 5ft radius - usually my dear sweet parents. I find that as Paul so aptly puts it:

"I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do... For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do-this I keep on doing." Romans 7:15, 18-19.

Post Sika-flare (much like the Solar kind), I stand back in shock, disbelief and disgust at my behavior. "WHO was that?! Gross!!! That wasn't me... or at least the me I want to be." Again I find myself humbled, asking for forgiveness, apologizing once more. I'm sorry.
Can you relate? I don't think I'm alone in this. Relationships are hard. Life is hard. Life can be stressful. Disagreements, arguments and full scale fights are unfortunately all too common - a byproduct of stress and sin, and the cause of much heartache, strife and pain. And yet I was incredibly surprised to find that at my favorite drugstore when I was looking for a card to express my remorse to my parents there were only three "I'm sorry" greeting cards. Three. I counted. And one of them basically said something to the effect of "We both said things we regretted." We both? How would you know the other person regretted what they said? Seems not only a bit presumptuous, but also appears to be justifying the "regrettable words," lessening one's own responsibility. Some apology.
And why, out of the hundreds of greeting cards- some for birthdays, some for sympathy, some "just for fun"- could I only find 3 cards that were in the service of mending and restoring relationships? Maybe it's just me, but I think that's a pretty important task. Difficult to do, but vital to life. And definitely worthy of a card.

I love to give and to receive handwritten letters. I guess it's the old-fashioned romantic in me. But it's my inner artist and crafter that thrives on creating my own, most of which are either of the "thank you," "blank" or "personal stationary" nature. Maybe in this new line of stitched greeting cards - that I may or may not sell on Etsy (a.k.a. the inspiration) - I'll include "I'm sorry" cards too.
Here are some samples for you to view (and a little rhyming too... he he!)

So would you buy these? Yea or nay?