Boring to Interesting

While driving home, the dullness of my daily routine began to set in once again. My life is rather boring. I wake up, go to work, follow the schedule, stay out of trouble, and return home. This happens five days a week every single week. There are many other interesting things that happen to me but lately, life has not offered much as far as action. The phone rang.
It was a friendly phone call from my favorite women’s shelter. About five years ago, I used to teach bellydance to the residents. It was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. It came time for me to move away from the world of bellydance and thus I passed on my volunteer responsibilities to another dancer. My presence remained with musical performances and donations, but the shimmy was gone. Well, the friendly phone call was inquiring if I would like to return to my former position. I felt like it was the opportunity of a lifetime.
A smile crossed my face. This would allow me to work with women on a regular basis. I will be able to show them how to be themselves and have fun at the same time. It is very exciting to return to this women centered holistic space. It is my intent to offer my current workshop and develop new ones to tailor the needs of these wonderful women. It took one phone call to erase the word boring from my vocabulary….

Spectacular Sunday

11045851_10153543851182229_5541165270809880776_o (1)11751934_10153398836096206_8123995599057430458_n It was a day for me to step out of my box and do things that are not in my routine. Yesterday, I taught a bellydance workshop at a local dance studio. Afterwards, I made a guest appearance with Deep Fried Funk at Ginger Bay Cafe which was literally moments away from the studio. Life was quite interesting.
It was a good feeling to create a space for women to come and share the dance with each other. My facilitation led to thoughts and application to daily life. Women discovered things that were lacking in their lives and made steps to change. Smiles glowed across the room as each woman was given a chance to own the stage in her own way. I look forward to doing this again in the near future.
Upon arrival in the cafe, I flashed the drummer a wicked smile. We met years ago when I presented myself for a spoken word night at Bed on South Beach. We have worked together ever since. He smiled back and motioned for the sound engineer. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, we have a harpist..”. “A WHAT?!”. Laughter filled the air as the words slowly sunk in. After a discussion with the pianist, Misty & All of Me (John Legend) opened the night. There is no feeling in the world that can match performing in an ensemble. Nothing comes close. The listening and blending make for an uplifting experience.
As a glass of wine met my hand, thoughts of the day flashed through my mind. My CDS were ready to be sold. The workshop went well. The performance was fun. All of this made me feel as if I had many things to offer which brought a smile to my face. It felt good to be creative and in service all at the same time.

Bellydance Does A Complete Hip Circle: The Conspiracy of the Universe

IMG_1021 It was 2010 when I hung up my hip scarf. My last hafla performance was in Orlando is a lovely red dress that shimmered from head to toe. Days before, I graced the stage at a holistic conference in Miami Shores. I sat behind a desk in shock at the amount of money I made in 20minutes vs. my regular job. My class at the shelter was given to another instructor. I walked away from it all. The costumes, shimmying, shows, haflas….all of it. It was over for me. The better part of my costumes were sold with the exception of two. My life went in other directions. It was fine. That was five years ago.
Lately, my radio has played the music of the Middle East. My English cousin arrived for a visit, and I planned a dinner in her honor at a Mediterranean restaurant that I used to frequent. The house dancer got me up to perform with her. My scarf, which was bought in Egypt, was wrapped around my waist. That was all she wrote.
Days before my shimmy, an event planner called. Crystal, that bride is having her anniversary party, and it is a Moroccan theme. Can you send me estimates for a bellydance performance? In the blink of an eye, the world that I left so long ago came knocking at my door. The same English cousin wrapped a present for me prior to arriving to America. When I opened it, a book & finger cymbals fell out. It was about bellydance. Finger cymbals. I asked a friend to look for them for me days earlier.
When the universe conspires to take you down a path, if you are aware of the signs, you follow it. In this case, there is a gentle push for me to reconnect with something that brought me a great deal of happiness for a long time. I wonder what it will be like now that I am older. Will I perform again? Has my dance identity changed? What about classes, will I teach? A lot of new questions now lay on my plate.