Tuesday, January 4, 2005
Sometimes the simplest things are the most difficult to do. I had my first dance class last night after about a six week hiatus over the holidays. Despite the fact that I am entering my second year of dancing, I felt as if I had never performed the moves before in my life! Once again the terms "left" and "right" were totally lost on me, and every step felt foreign. I struggled to concentrate on which muscles were supposed to be working and when. I was trying to keep an eye on the instructor, while still sneaking a periodic glimpse in the mirror, mainly to make sure my classmates weren't noticing my awkwardness! I tried to concentrate on what Qadria was telling us as she described the dance moves, but felt like my mind was somewhere else, racing along at 100 miles an hour, worrying about everything and about nothing. And then she said them, those magical words she always uses which seem to somehow quiet my frantic mind and bring me back to my center - "Don't think. Just dance." And I did. I danced. Not necessarily gracefully, not smoothly, unaware whether I was using my right side or my left side, and not even really following the choreographed steps. But for that one brief moment in time, I danced.