I could— and still— can dance in the workshops, sacred space... but asked to dance in public and I shrivel or recoil.
When I learned that belly dancing is actually womb dancing and that it was initially practiced in ancient temples by womb priestesses, this understanding re-ignited my desire to explore my body through dance.
And as it is rightly so, the opportunity came.
A belly dancer from Columbia comes to Ahmedabad and announces various classes including belly dancing and meditative dancing, with a focus of tuning into our body and our personal rhythm.
I nudged myself to enroll. Paul nudged even harder!
Ahh... how beautiful the Ways of the Universe! There was a womb aspect to her dance facilitation. The yoni, the vulva, the feminine power, the body temple and the dance....
I sooo, sooo loved this aspect of the dance! And at times the Inner Critic would come in, and I would feel that my body, my belly or my hips would not move... or I would hear the nagging voice that I don ' t have grace... blah blah and more blah!
And yet the teacher encouraged us to tune into our bodies through the music without engaging the mind. The steps I found difficult to embody in the class, I would practice them at home. And voila... what did I see? My body( through the unconscious) has absorbed... and learned!
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