Wednesday, July 28, 2010

365 Days, Day 51

If you are going to walk on thin ice, you might as well dance (Unknown)

Dance is the landscape of a man's soul (Unknown)

Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body. (Martha Graham)

The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul. (Isadora Duncan)

I was a ‘dancing mum’ for quite few years: Ariél started ballet when she was almost four. Twice a year there exams and once a year there was festival. being a dancing mum means lurking about the dancing studio while your daughter is at her lesson, chatting to other dancing mums: this is where I met up with Michaela’s mum, Brenda (whose husband was shot outside their home), Storm’s mum (who had an affair with her personal trainer and fell pregnant), Lisa’s mum (Pauliane whose older daughter, Sam was in my English class and one of favourite students) and loads of others. Exam and festival time meant: la Pebras to gel the hair back so it was like plastic), loads of clips, sewing ribbons on ballet shoes, choosing costumes, listening to music (if your daughter did well enough in exams to warrant a solo) for your daughter’s dance, hours of extra rehearsals, practising at home (and being the perfectionist I am polishing the dance with your daughter.

I always wanted to do dancing. I went to modern dance class in Matric, given by a petite teacher who had been a dancer at Sun City and was having a relationship with a married pilot. She always told us girls that we were too big to be dancers. My knees started giving me problems.

I did Spanish dancing lessons with Ariél’s ballet teacher, Leigh. I did two exams. But I was so nervous that my castanets clattered from my shaking hands.

I tried 5 Rhythms Dance in East Grinstead. Most exhilarating. But it is quite a journey to get there.

Sometimes I turn my music up loud and JUST DANCE.

I feel alive when I dance> it releases my soul.

1 comment:

  1. Dancing is the most alive and free i feel - the best feeling xx