With the public holiday long weekend, I was completely out of routine and entirely forgot that I had a dance class on Tuesday night. Can you believe my horror and embarrassment when I had a phone call from one of the girls (thank you whoever that was) to say they were waiting and wondering where I was, fifteen minutes into the class time! I apologised, died of embarrassment, admonished myself for being so thoughtless, threw on some dance clothes put the sound system in the car and drove straight out to the hall (not exactly in that order). Apologised profusely and tried to collect my thoughts. It took four big breaths before I could even feel myself breathing again. Oh my god, just recalling it now I feel so awful. That was the first impression of their dance teacher for four new girls. Anyway, I need to let that go, because we had an awesome class last night.
As I arrived to a bunch of smiling beautiful women, I thought, this looks like a Kuranda tribe to me. As each woman took tentative steps, then moved their bodies into new isolations, it didn’t take long before we were all moving together, dancing! We looked fabulous dancing as a group.
Seeing beginners try belly dance for the first time reminds me of when I first started. I recall feeing so awkward, which surprised me as I had done years of dance previously. But being the person I am, I went back to try and figure out how to belly dance. A few weeks later I was getting parts of my body to respond to what I was trying to do and then over time I managed to make my body move gracefully and womanly.
I was so proud of the girls for coming along, picking up the moves and starting to feel the moves through the music already. If you are reading this, please know that you all have great posture, the footwork is correct with your bodies are moving the way they are supposed to. I can see strong Kuranda dancers emerging already…