Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Captive


I want to dance.
I'm still clumsy, uncoordinated me.
But I have stopped caring.

This weekend, I attended my first belly dancing course, which was taught by an Italian woman, who kept saying, over and over again, with a mischievous smile on her face: "Move your hips the way you were taught not to, darling!"

And the rain, in a non-stop, violent downpour, held the five of us captive. So, she made us dance in a frenzied, Egyptian belly-dancing way for hours.

It was insane, and a little bit awesome.

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