Dance until you shatter yourself
I started “doing the rhythms” a while ago, at home, in the privacy of my almost furniture-free living room, inspired by Gabrielle Roth’s book and CDs, driven by the longing to “retrieve the soul through my body”. Recently I joined the local tribe of women and men of all ages and shapes and the Energizer bunny leader with long black hair and a wide smile for a class in grounding (the term used in Swedish), a dance form inspired by African dance but more accessible in terms of choreography, which is perfect for a drop-in like myself. I go to our gathering place – the gym in the local church – on Wednesday nights to give the fire of this longing manifestation that makes the whole of me feel vibrant and connected. No conceptual thinking could bring me to the core of what mattered to me most the way the body does when I tune into it and allow it to flow.
We all have the potential to be a full-bodied Bordeaux, but sadly most of us are satisfied being Welche’s grape juice.
– Gabrielle Roth, Sweat Your Prayers
African rhythms do it for me, take me straight home, into this place of innocence, playfulness and vitality where I can be anything and anybody. As the rhythms on the CD change, I listen in and follow where my body leads me. My legs carry me into the circle, closer towards others – I seek connection. My spine twists for freedom, releasing all the blocks from the day in the office and letting the energy flow through it and into the rest of the body. It’s fluid and unpredictable, it’s alive and breathing. My chest strives forward – I feel courageous and ready to face what come may. The hips wake up and start telling their stories. So much shame and pain they have been carrying while all I’ve noticed and reacted to was the extra pounds that landed on them.