I'm twerking over the holidays
Guidance from my dance instructor's African Goddess Rising deck. Some people are born to dance. Their limbs move and flow seemingly effortlessly. They are grace and beauty. Watching these dancers move is spellbinding. I have always wanted to move like that/ I yearn to move like that. I’m not envious of many skills but I am envious of the ability to dance and float. And so I sign up for dance classes. Belly dancing. Burlesque. I learn moves; learn choreo. I walk away with my head a little higher with more confidence. Poised? Yes. Graceful? Not really. I enjoy them immensely, meet wonderful people and learn a little about life. And even though I’ll never be the dancer I aspire to be, I look forward to the stress relief and the way it challenges me to be aware of my body, and the way it connects me mentally and physically. The Christmas season is busy and, as I was scrolling through my Instagram feed, a dance workshop caught my eye. It was being taught by a dancer I ...
