THE PASSION OF THE DANCE

Did you know that I took belly dancing classes last year.  I have to admit, I loved it!  Our instructor was this petite little thing named Sharon (pronounced Sha-Rohn) who came from Israel.  Looking at her, you could see the reflection of freedom in her face all wrapped up in a blanket of modesty.  But when she put that music on, well her body was nothing short of miraculous. She flowed and ebbed to the music and the soft curve of her small rounded stomach and sensuality of her hips was spectacular and I was mesmerized. She knew how to work her body like a finely tuned instrument. Softly twisting and turning with subtle movements, I knew I was in absolute awe of her, and oh, how I wanted to be able to move just like that.  I loved the time I spent belly dancing.  No matter who you were, what your persona held or what your body type was, once you checked your inhibitions at the door and that music started pounding deep within your belly, you couldn't help but feel incredibly sensual.  

Sharon has long since left the country, but I have to tell you that every morning when I am in the shower, I still practice my figure eights with my hips, and just ever so briefly, if not for a fleeting moment, I feel exotic and sexy and powerful and incredibly passionate.

Today, I stumbled across a free demonstration of belly dancing and I have to tell you that this Canadian born girl, with Scottish and Swedish heritage is pretty sure that she should have been born Arabic, because once they started dancing, I could feel my insides swaying to the music, and my face broke out in a slow smile and I knew, I was still hooked.

Because the Passion of the Dance still lives deep in me...

Wherever you may be my friends,

let your hips be free!

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Smooches Pooches