"Whatever there is, is only He,
your foot steps there in dancing:
The whirling, see, belongs to you,
and you belong to the whirling."
    ~Rumi

A silk scarf:

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I found a dance class that didn't hurt anyone or make me want to hurt anyone. The instructor ran through dancer's posture at the beginning of the class, and made specific critiques of certain motions.  The class was instructive, collaborative, and generally fabulous. It was also very, very challenging, since it is the intermediate class with the ( Read more... )

I think you guys know how much I need to belly dance.  I probably haven't told you, best beloved internets, but I have been suffering dance withdrawal. I sit at my desk tracing vertical figure eights with my hips, roll my shoulders with longing, and miss my troupe mates rather desperately (especially on Wednesday nights).

My first full week in town ( Read more... )

I am getting picked up in half an hour for our hafla, at which I will be performing a group number.  I never did organize an outfit, and I haven't started getting dressed.  I figure I have all the stuff I need, and there are a finite number of combinations, any number of which will look fine.  It's just throwing on clothes, jewelry, and some make- ( Read more... )

My inner baby goth is snickering ( Read more... )

I think the universe must have decided it owed me one this weekend.  I got to spend three days in the company of several of my favorite people, watch a truly amazing show, take dance classes from the stars of the tribal world, make serious progress on the knitting front (it is now possible, nay, likely, that I will have my sweater done in time to ( Read more... )

Dear LJ Braintrust -

I am looking for a plural noun for a group of belly dancers.  Fill in this blank: a gaggle of sheep; a pride of lions; and a _________ of belly dancers.  I dont think an official one exists, but I want to know what you think would best fill the need!

(Also, picking up my jeans hurt when I got out of bed this morning. Ow.)

I am packed.  The funny part is that we are going for three days - driving out earlyearly tomorrow to return Sunday night - and I packed four bags.  For three days and two nights away, I packed four bags (in my own defense, they are small bags and I can carry all four with no problem at all, which is good since I recall doing a lot of sherpa duty ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my mahvelous road trip south for three days of belly dancing.  I am afraid our intrepid leader doesn't really understand the roadtrip mind-set, though.  This was demonstrated when I received my orders, which include leaving town at six ay-em.  Yeah, in the car, driving away, at 6 am. For fun.

Two cars are going, since five belly dancers ( Read more... )