Dance 'n' drums match the rhythm of my heart
Djembe drums. My new instrument. For most of my life, I’ve claimed to not being a creative person in the arts. I profess to be clumsy, klutzy, in dance, likening myself to a lumbering elephant without the elegant sway. Feet that stumbled finding the pattern. Limbs that moved without grace. Going through motions more determined to “get it right” rather than simply move. I avoided dancing because of everything I told myself I was not. Did I yearn to dance? Yes. But finding a style of dance that I would feel comfortable with would be a challenge — mind over body. And so, several years ago, I found myself signed up for a bellydance class. And everything I told myself I was, I became. Until the day the instructor gently, but firmly, insisted I stop walking. She looked at me and told me to walk with attitude. I breathed deeply for a few moments, eyes closed. And when I opened them again, I walked with attitude. With sensuality. Head high, shoulders back, my hips — wrapped in a coin belt — s...
