Wednesday, February 26, 2020

1st Belly Dance Was A Mood Changer

As a writer, I normally compose things about my life here on my blog, but this is something brand new.

Throughout my years, my hobbies have always been rather rigid. Martial arts, for example, is really hardcore. They are literally the War Arts, and excelling in them always made me feel good, but not like my latest activity that I decided to start this month; belly dancing. Right about now, you're probably thinking, "A male belly dancer?" Yes, they do exist, even though the profession is probably 99% held by women. Nevertheless, I just liked it and wanted to give it a go. Classes were nowhere to be found in my locality. But fortunately, I discovered one about an hour away in Aurora with a lady named Raksanna and her organization. 

For a long time, it's been something I've wanted to try, because I very much enjoy my feminine side and the dances and perfections that the human body can do, and for once, I didn't do it for war. I've been a fighter all my life; I wanted to experience something of the opposite. Belly dancing is very fun, freeing, and sexy, all of which I enjoy. Don't get me wrong, when I first went into the community center for the class this past Sunday, I was terribly nervous. Not only did I fear that I'd look stupid, but I worried about, "What will the girls think of a male dancer? How will I even look in a hip scarf? Is my body up to the appearance standards?" The day before, I wasn't even going to go, but when I woke up Sunday, something in me said to do it. I didn't want it to be a regret check in life. I got in my SUV and made the 80 mile journey to see if I could start something new.

The dance studio and the community center was an amazing place. The girls in the class were not only welcoming of me, but very happy to "have a guy." They didn't treat me any different than one of their own, nor did the teachers. People there were of all shapes and sizes, even of all ages, and the object was to have fun, not compare yourselves to one another. Everyone liked me, and equally important, I liked them in a very intriguing way because by the end of the class, I didn't feel at all nervous, but rather like I had known them for years. I didn't feel out of place in the least. There is only one other place I have felt this much love and positivity, and that's my temple. My spirits were even uplifted. I was happy and all smiles for the rest of the day. It just elevated me in a new way, dancing made me happy.

I've experienced a lifetime of war art. War is certainly not unnatural to the human makeup. It's part of every culture, past and present. The God of war certainly wasn't invented, He's always been here. But there comes a time when you need to come home from the war, when there are other things about humanity to embrace, love and experience. And I have no problem being the only guy in class. :)

In the Goodness of the Gods,
Chris Aldridge.