Thursday, May 29, 2014

Losing and Finding Myself through Dancing.

"I can see it so clearly from your face that you had a great time in the festival". I sure did, why should I hide it! I had such a great time that I don't even know if there are words to describe all the joy, happiness and other mind-blowing feelings I went through during the Afro Latin Flow weekend. There is so much to tell but I don't know how to even start the story. Still after couple of days I feel like I'm glowing this bright dance glow of mine that I have when I'm enjoying myself in the dance floor.

I could start by telling how much I liked the Zouk and Kizomba workshops I went to, or maybe how I somehow ended up doing an extempore dance demo in the first workshop with a dance teacher I had hardly never danced before. Alternatively I could start by telling about my lack of sleep, my sore feet and a pile of sweaty clothes as a prove of well-danced weekend. I also could start by telling how much I enjoyed the "Good2Great" master class and what new thoughts about dancing it woke inside me. These alone would have made my weekend amazingly good, but there was even a step further and deeper - and that happened in the dance floor.

I could say that there are different "levels" of dancing for me. The better connection I have with my partner and the music, the higher level the dance gets. The higher the level gets, the more I give myself up to the dance and the more I drop everything else. In the highest level there is not only a connection to my partner and to the music, but a further connection to myself, to my soul, to my partner's soul and into the whole universe around us. At this level there is no hesitation, no expectations, no faking, no barriers, no showing off, no fear nor thinking. There are not two, but one dancer. It is a pure dance ecstasy. The dance and energy just flows through us as it would be the most natural thing in the world. It is these magical moments that are the ultimate reason why I dance.

What made the weekend so special was that there were not only one but two amazing dancers with who I reached this stage of dance ecstasy. Gosh, I had forgotten what a dance connection can be in its highest stage! It made me speechless. Two really different dancers, two really different connections. With the other I had maybe one of my strongest physical dance connections and we were truly being a one dancer flying on the dance floor. It was so unbelievable, like a dream! We were so into our dancing that there were times when we tried to stop, gave each other tight hugs and thanks, but just kept on dancing just a few more songs. The other dancer I had danced before couple of years back and I was super excited to dance with him again, hoping to reach the same kind of connection we had before. When we finally met in the dance floor, I felt the connection immediately. With him it was different kind of connection though, like I had known this person, who really was a stranger to me, for a long time. Maybe I could describe it more like an emotional connection, or the similar way we both think and feel about dancing and the way we both connect with the music. One dancer later on came to tell me that she fell in love the way we danced together so much that she refused from dance invitations just to be able to watch us dance. What a beautiful thing to say!

Experiencing and sharing these amazingly strong connections also showed me a path to somewhere really deep into myself through the physical and emotional link. It was like exploring the universe inside me, finding something new and true about myself. I feel like dancing those dances changed something inside me, or rather that I was finally able to find that something and to bring it out. I still feel the warmth and glow coming out from my chest, spreading happiness and positive energy into my life. So, wow, I hope that these two special persons feel at least a small part of my gratitude that I'm sending to them for giving me all this.
On Monday morning I woke up with huge smile that has been following me persistently the rest of the week. However, I think the (way too) early wake up taught me an important lesson: never plan a dance practice for the following morning of any dance festival!

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