Why did I start to dance? |
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Haven’t you asked yourself this before? When the exhaustion, the bad experiences, or the difficulties makes us forget… What was what it led us to this marvelous, complex world?
Because, I needed to move… Because I liked that girl dancing on TV… Or in the theatre…Because I always danced…
There are so many reasons… so many histories behind the reasons that pushed us to dance… so many histories of life!!
Here are histories of some of the reasons which have pushed the human being to dance…
“When I was a child, dancers used to be of short-height. Having only 6 years, I easily was a head taller than all my partners. My dance teacher thought I was a lost cause, as well as myself. But it didn’t matter to me. My goal was to dance, no matter where… only to learn… and to show what I’ve learned.
Years passed by… my height was no longer a problem, and my willpower and patience allowed me to dance for the first time in a theatre, where not only my skills were appreciated, but(ironically) my height. But the road wasn’t easy at all… and yet, I went through it. Today, despite all pain, there are the satisfactions that I’ve had, and the fact of catch, even in those minutes in front of the public, their attention. To take them far beyond reality… where my steps take them…”
“My muscles were tired… I was a shy girl, and used only reading anytime… In my school I wasn’t the most popular. One day, my mother inscribed me in a Flamenco class. At the beginning, it was horrible for me. Having to face my more experienced partners intimidated me… I couldn’t understand why my mother could take me to suffer one hour this way. But, apart of being shy, I was obedient, and I did not dare to contradict her… Today I thank her from my soul for what she had done… A couple of months later, she got sick, and passed away. Classes became a way to pay homage to her. But the steps had gotten into my heart. The flourishes, the claps, the passion for dance… Many people believe my mother’s death changed me, but it was dancing that had changed me. Today, when I get on a Tablao, there is not even a shadow of that weak and shy girl left. Dancing became my life, and has undoubtedly changed my life!”
“I went to my house from the office every day. All was methodic in my life. Only my dog interrupted that structure…sometimes… Many of my colleagues had recommended me to start taking Yoga classes. Finally, after all that insistence, I went to note me in. I went to a shop and bought all that I thought I needed for the classes (things that I never used, actually). When I was just going to get to the gym, I passed by a house, which had the windows opened. Inside, there was a girl, practicing a dance that was unknown for me. It even didn’t looked like a dance… It was like magic, to see her dancing, that I ended up staring at her, not noticing the time passing by… When she finished, she looked at me and smiled, and said: ‘Do you want to participate in the class? We start in half an hour.’ And I just went in! From that moment, I practice tribal fusion dance, and I have connected with many of the girls in the ‘tribe’. My agenda now has filled up spaces with the words CLASSES, TRIBE and HAFLA.”
“Dances of India are a philosophy. When you start dancing, maybe you do it because it captivated your feelings, but then it moves into your heart, and to your philosophies… I was mother of my third child before finding a teacher… I had 14 kilos to spare and my physical state was bad.
When I started the classes that I would never be capable of performing those moves. But my love was so big that, little by little, everything was getting better… Lost my weight… my physical state got better visibly… the steps stayed in my body to never leave it. Since then, I have found my guruji, I have trained without rest to keep getting better, and I have made of dancing my philosophy of life. We are eternal students in the search of the evolution of our being”
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