Who hasn't said, "After the first of the year, I'm going to start . . . "? After so much strife in America this past year, we all seem to want to "start" something. Reboot, or even wipe the hard drive clean and rebuild.
The beginning of each year always brings an influx of enthusiastic women who want to 'go ahead and take bellydance' usually because 'it's just always something I've wanted to try/do'. If they're been local (or a student of mine) for any amount of time, they've invariably been to see Zaina Ali perform at Tasso's Greek Restaurant which only adds gas to their curious spark.
To the spectator, bellydance is sparkling and mysterious, delightful and dazzling. As a student or instructor, it is an introduction to areas of self that are surprising.
To brew a song through the soul with complete command and awareness of every place in the body that the spirit resides . . . this is one face of bellydance.
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
Monday, August 25, 2008
It's Just Like Riding A Bike . . .
with 20 pound sand bags strapped to either side of your behind that you weren't wearing last time you took the Schwinn for a spin. Yes. After a 3 year mommy hiatus, it wasn't easy for me either girls--but it felt good (if you're not to the "felt good" place in your happy hearts yet, read on).
Every muscle, every concept, every stretch and pull reminded my body of what it used to be, what it longs for and what it has craved for these years--a return to connectivity and acknowledgment. Like well-loved doll laid down from care and play one day, found years later, as precious and beautiful as in the store window, only now in need of redressing, coiffing and sunlight.
My body has responded to the dusting off. I know because my abdominal muscles shared thoughts with me as I rose from the bed this morning. I also heard from my quads and glutes on my way down the stairs. Reaching for the coffee cup on the top shelf, my shoulders answered to the roll call. Getting in to the car, my abs went on about it some more and of course, they punctuated their commentary as I emerged from the car.
If your muscles are responding to you similarly this morning, my lovely girls, I ask you to think about how you might respond to being rousted awake in the middle of a deep sleep.
First, you may be disoriented.
Then, you might smoosh your face at whomever dared stir you.
And, if you then discover that it's only 5 am and you were waiting for the "wake-up call".
You might sass back and grumble for a few minutes before you begin appreciating the day.
A sunrise is captivating, isn't it?
Every muscle, every concept, every stretch and pull reminded my body of what it used to be, what it longs for and what it has craved for these years--a return to connectivity and acknowledgment. Like well-loved doll laid down from care and play one day, found years later, as precious and beautiful as in the store window, only now in need of redressing, coiffing and sunlight.
My body has responded to the dusting off. I know because my abdominal muscles shared thoughts with me as I rose from the bed this morning. I also heard from my quads and glutes on my way down the stairs. Reaching for the coffee cup on the top shelf, my shoulders answered to the roll call. Getting in to the car, my abs went on about it some more and of course, they punctuated their commentary as I emerged from the car.
If your muscles are responding to you similarly this morning, my lovely girls, I ask you to think about how you might respond to being rousted awake in the middle of a deep sleep.
First, you may be disoriented.
Then, you might smoosh your face at whomever dared stir you.
And, if you then discover that it's only 5 am and you were waiting for the "wake-up call".
You might sass back and grumble for a few minutes before you begin appreciating the day.
A sunrise is captivating, isn't it?
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