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It’s a freezing Friday in London, and I just had an hour-long conversation with a Hungarian immigrant on a bench in Hyde Park.
I was sitting on a bench in front of the Albert Memorial in Hyde Park and reading Churchill’s biography (yes, because I’m such a geek), when I heard the very polite and pleasantly foreign sound of “Excuse me, could I sit down?” I nodded, and as the girl was sitting down and taking a bite of her hot-dog, she mumbled “I’m very frustrated.”
“Why are you frustrated?” I asked.
“When you arrive at Royal Albert Hall [the gorgeous round building across from Albert Memorial] very early before the show, they make you go to their restaurant upstairs and have a meal. But this restaurant is so expensive, and they make you go! I make good money, I’m not poor, but I wouldn’t go to such a restaurant! All they think about here is money! This is the worst city I have ever been to because they turn everything into money-making!”
The Hungarian girl whose name I never learned was beautiful in a very typical Eastern European way. She had red lipstick and white glitter on her eye-lashes. Her dark chestnut hair was diligently combed in a half-do. Her eyes were green. She was a belly-dancer. She lived and danced in several European cities, as well as in Maryland, USA. She was the apprentice to a belly-dancing teacher here in the UK. She now lived in London with her Hungarian fiancée.
“He loves the city. He works in banking, he goes out at 8, he works a lot, he travels a lot, he comes back late, on weekends he runs in the park – London is for him. I hate it. I hate the cold, I hate the rain. I miss sun and the beach,” she said. When she finished her hot-dog, she had a cigarette: “All artists smoke,” was her remark.
She said that everything in London is about money. People come here to work for a few years, earn a little fortune, and then go back home. People in Maryland were different; they were warmer. But then, it’s easier to get rich here than in the USA.
During the week, she rehearses, bikes, swims, and walks. On most weekends, she dances at weddings, bachelor parties, and other events. She earns well enough to pay some bills and have things of her own. She lives with her fiancée, so she doesn’t need to pay rent herself, but she cooks and cleans the house, which is her way of sharing the burden with him.
She was interested in my studies. She asked if I liked the university and Boston, and I said that I love being around so many interesting people from around the world. I suggested her to take a dancing class at one of the nearby universities: like Richmond or Imperial College; it had never occurred to her.
I shared how surprised I was to hear Bulgarian speech every single day here in London. She responded that there weren’t many Hungarians here.
When she asked me about the future, I told her that I was thinking of working in Europe or the States for a few years before eventually going back to Bulgaria. “Maybe you’ll change your mind. You are very young,” was her response.
“I feel that I still have things to do here. I want to master my belly dancing. I need probably two more years here. Then I might go back. Yes, I might go back when I turn 35.”
This is not the first time I meet Eastern Europeans immigrants far away from home. Read my post “One Way Ticket to the States” about my encounter with an Illegal immigrant from Bulgaria who works as a pizza delivery boy in Boston.
My belly-dancing teacher says that motion is joy. Through movement, you become comfortable in your body and find the center of your vital energy. While dancing, she says, learn to feel good about stretching your whole spine from the neck to the tail. Reach out your long arms from the shoulder to the tip of the finger and feel every muscle on the way. Then curve back like a cat and let the veil caress you while you relax. Feel good about moving, and your audience will enjoy your dance.
She says that different movements evoke different sensations, but there is one movement that best concentrates and amplifies the energy of a woman. It is not the skipping of the ballerina or the shaking of the latino diva; and it is definitely not the grinding of a clubber.
The most sensual motion for a woman is the undulation. Undulations follow the natural female curves. They are waves of energy that pass through the female body, the arms, the diaphragm, the arch of the back, the belly; especially the belly, where they gently massage the organs. Undulations lend us charm and gracefulness. They follow the fluidity of our flesh. They symbolize waves of pleasure or the blissful contractions of childbirth.
My belly-dancing teacher says that undulations harmonize us and makes us feel feminine and alive.
Read more about the belly-dancing classes I’m taking here.
My belly dancing class is going great, thank you for asking!
Last week I bought my orange hip scarf! It has metal coins that clink when I do the shimmies and create an energetic beat that really spices up the dance! The girls I dance with liked my scarf so much that they were asking me to put it on today, so I did (although I would’ ve been coy otherwise) and I really enjoyed myself so much more! Now all of them are buying hip scarves, and we’ll all dance with them – just for the fun of it!!
Its only our fourth class, but we already isolate the head, the shoulders, the heart, the belly, and the hips and layer their vertical and horizontal circles with different shimmies. We do several traveling steps and basic combinations. We also learned some beautiful hand motions like the lotus flower and the snake undulations. These make me feel so graceful!
The best part of today’s class were the veils! Our belly-dancing teacher brought ten beautiful veils from light, semi-transparent silks and chiffons, and showed us how to play and dance with them. She encourages us to find our unique movements and to interpret our veil dances the way we feel them. It is wonderful how distinctive each of us looks!
In this dance, my teacher said, we are very lucky to have the veil. It has a deep symbolical meaning: the veil is the boundary between the ordinary world and the magical, the mysterious, the belly-dancing woman. The veil is there to conceal and preserve the most precious…
My first belly-dancing class was this Wednesday! My instructor, Anita-Cristina dances for the Goddess Dancing belly-dancing troupe, and she is a charming lady! Her dance group “empowers women” through teaching them how to awaken their spirits and bodies! She encourages us to express our emotions and to create our own unique style of dancing. She tells us that knowing ourselves and the power of our feminine movements means to love ourselves! I find this philosophy wonderful and relaxing!
During the first lesson, she taught us how to isolate the hips and tummy and how to do the shimmy-shimmy! We dance to amazing Middle Eastern rhythms, which are not that different from what I’m used to listen to in Bulgarian clubs (but a little bit more traditional and classy). I can’t wait until she shows us how to use the veils!
Check out The Goddess Dancing website! http://www.thegoddessdancing.com/
And I am off reading more about this form of art!