Southern woman seeks way to express herself through dance. Said dance form must have origins lost in the mists of time, be created by women for women, have the extraordinary power to transport the dancer from where she is to where she can be, and enable the dancer to reconnect with herself.
I walked into my first class nervously, not knowing what to expect, but excited at the chance to explore this form of dance that had fascinated me for so long. Having no previous dance training, I was a blank slate. Donna Alsbrooks was there to teach and encourage as I took my first awkward steps into belly dance, and I have not looked back.
Over the last three years, I have met some of the most amazing women through belly dance, and we have learned from each other. We dance, fuss, laugh, cry, listen (sometimes), and explore our creativity – all through dancing together. Mothers. Daughters. Wives. From different backgrounds, at different places in our journey, with different outlooks on life, but all sisters in the dance. One of my favorite things about dancing in this group is that it is something I can share with my own daughter.
As a native of Clarendon County, it has not escaped me that we do not embrace anything new with wild abandon. We are reserved folk, set in our ways, very comfortable with the familiar, but I have learned over the last half century that it’s good to shake things up once in a while. Try something new. Stretch yourself. Grow a bit. It might be scary, but it’s worth the effort.
Nadima (aka Pam Scott)