Hard Times Require Furious Dancing

For months I have attended belly dance classes, training my body in very precise isolations of  muscle sets, fine motor skills, hip lifts, and shimmies. I do not know why but there is a moment I know that I must leave these classes. There is some  drama happening that is draining my awareness and my offering of my dance to the Goddess. Yes, but it is more. When I first moved to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico I had attended a free form dance on Sunday mornings called Dance from the Soul.

 The music was of many different rhythms and attitudes. The dancers were the same.I had stopped going for so long, telling myself that I needed more discipline, a deeper practice. Now as I fly around the room expressing movement to the eclectic beats I realize how much my body has missed the variety of attitudes and the mixture of people. I know this feels right. I am glad I trusted my feelings and had the courage to leave my safe woman's group. Danza de Alma lets me sweat my prayers. I am able to push as hard as I want and use any part of my body to move any way that feels good.. The mental attitude is one of freedom.

Hard Times Require Furious Dancing.

This particular session ended with a song called ONE LOVE . And that is was.