I'm Inspired!
What a GREAT Women's retreat.The massages were wonderful!!!
Workshops were outstanding.
Location was very green, beautiful and had a wonderful Southwestern "Zen" feel to it.
We sang, danced, meditated, AND... we (my daughter, my friend Ammanda, and I) have started taking Tribal Belly Dancing lessons. Lesson 1 was tonight. I know I'm going to be really sore tomorrow. It is actually a lot harder than it looks. My daughter and Ammanda are pretty good, but I'm having trouble getting my hands and hips moving in the right directions at the same time. Holy Cow! What Fun!
http://www.bohemiantribe.org/
http://www.readmyhips.com/links.htm
posted by Betty S at 3/01/2006 10:04:00 PM
7 Comments:
Sounds like y'all had a great time! Belly dancing? wow...
I'm so glad you had such a great time, Betty :)
Well, Heather. I wish mine looked like that, too. The first rule we learned was that there would be no dissing of our own or anyone elses body. Bodies are sacred objects and worthy of respect. Guiltily imposing some anorexic Madison Avenue or Hollywood standard on them is to dishonor them. I know, in theory, that is right but it is so ingrained in my psychie.
Dana, WOW was my first reaction too. It's actually kind of fun and beats the heck out of calisthenics.
The teacher told us that at one time a woman's belly was considered so sacred that men would place their hand on it when making a vow. (Much like we do the Bible and other sacred books today)
I'm learning tribal dancing which women normally did in the privacy of tents with other women. It's a little differnt from what has come to be known as cabaret dancing, where you memorize routines for entertainment of an audience. The tribal version is meant to be just for fun and not necessarily perfect in delivery. With no set routine, you follow signals from each other to know what to do next. It is sort of like Vocal Toning except with the physical body.
Thanks Bonnie.
Hmm.
What would the plot be?
She is a spy and sends messages to undercover agents through her dance movements.
Or, a secret message has been tattooed on her hips in invisible ink that can only be read with infared light.
Or, a young woman trying to break out of her shyness takes a class on how to flirt and lure men with your hips.
Or. . .
Sounds like you had a blast.
Glad to hear that.
I had a troupe of belly dancers come to our church. It was awesome! The history behind the dance is truly fascinating!
Oddly, the classes we are taking now are being held at the church along with all the other Wednesday night activities. It turned out that the woman teaching at the Ft. Worth conference is from Norman and she'd already agreed to teach a series of these classes at our church. How serendipitous is that?
The history is facinating. We hadn't realized that men used to place their hands on a woman's belly to make a vow, much like people place their hand on a holy book today. (And they weren't all skinny belly's either.)
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