As a child I remember my mother (about the same age as I am now) going to belly dancing classes with her girlfriend. As a child I did what mommy did. as I grew older I never forgot the moves I had learned or watching the women dance...I always thought it so feminine and sensuous.

Now as I fight for my freedom from demons of the past and to become my own person...I find I am again drawn back to the dance. Am I good?...I only barely pass at the basics( God, PLEASE can I get my shimmy down???)...my isolation could use some work...and while enthusiastic I can be sloppy sometimes (my dance teacher could probably come up with a laundry list....(giggle). I strive for perfection and havn't made it there yet and may never even get really close...but more important than the perfection is the joy of going away into my own world as I move to the music. At those times, all the hurts and the scars on my soul seem to fall away from me and I soar like a falcon on the currents of the music. For a time I am free.

WOOHOOOO!!!! I have made it to advanced and into the student dance troupe. I love the zils(finger cymbals) and the rythms...however the body going at the same time as the zils is a definate challenge. Now I have to get a walking shimmy going on....next goal...(grin). Well got the walking shimmy going FINALLY...and WOOHOOOOO I finally have managed to move and do the zils at the same time...(its about dang time..LOL)

Thanks Mozelle for being so patient with me and my "herd"...:)Her patience allows me to participate when I otherwise would not be abe to...making a whole difference in my world...the dance focusses me and brings me to life and heals me......I have to say thank you Mozelle for bringing me the dance and drawing it out of my soul.

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