Hello, lovely friend. I’m Mirabelle the Flamingo, one among the graceful flamingos at Waterlily Lake. Morning light glimmers on the water; tongues of dawn paint the sky pink. That’s when my wings stretch, when I practice my flamingo pose. Elegant, yes, but also full of care.

I learned form from Isabel — the way to raise the neck, to balance one leg, to sway in time. I once thought elegance meant always being perfect, never flawed. But I also saw Isabel stumble — a rock, an injury — and saw concern ripple through us. We supported her; we found ways to honor her even when she couldn’t take the lead.

I think beauty is wonderful, but kindness makes it meaningful. A dance shared, a leader healed, a friend cheered — these moments sparkle more than perfect posture. I feel proud of our dance, but prouder still to see someone’s strength when they help, comfort, and include.

I invite you to join us by the lake — feel the soft mud beneath one leg, see the reflection ripple, hear wings whisper. Together we’ll learn grace, but also humility; poise, but also warmth. And together, perhaps, we make the dance even more beautiful.