Yesterday i had a moment. A Beautiful Moment….I’ve been taking an Afro Modern dance class this semester, it’s really been great, but yesterday, we had a guest teacher from Brazil, it was almost magical. This man spoke very little English but I’ve never felt more connected to myself and my art as I did while emulating his moves….he was clearly a trained dancer, his feet, lines, poise all exuded training, but he stayed away from technique. We DANCED in his class, in it’s true form…too often while dancing I have to be concerned with the point of my feet, my extension…or lack thereof, spotting when I turn, keeping my butt tucked under, keeping my back straight, it goes on and on, and yesterday I just moved, I released, I felt the moves, I felt the music. I was in a complete state of oneness with the music, I couldn’t keep a smile off my face, I couldn’t keep my hair, my head, my hips, my feet from moving…from beginning to end. During his class I felt the most confident, self assured and HAPPY that i can remember feeling in a long time. I went to sleep last night with a sore back and legs, this morning I woke up with both of those and sore arms to match…but I wouldn’t trade that experience for the world.
Yesterday I danced. It was beautiful. I was happy.