2002-10-14 - 12:49 p.m.
Lemme see. (flipping through assorted diary topics) Ah ha! Here's one. Physical Exhaustion.
Physical Exhaustion, Spiritual/Emotional Elation. (otherwise entitled The Night I Spent Working the Witches' Ball, that's plural possesive, right? Multiple possesive witches ... singular ball ... yeah)
So my husband talked me into working the Witches' Ball this year. I knew very little about the event when he asked ... and actually don't know much more now. It's an event put on by Full Circle events where people get to dress up and dance to the benefit of a local charity (as I understand it).
The reason we were working it was ... well our friends needed help and we're all about the helping ... and the friends ... and the pretty girls in corsets (oops! outside voice). Yes, I have my paperwork in to the Coolest Wives in the World club because, not only do I allow my husband to hit on other women, I will occasionally do it myself (though not within living memory, I'm shy). Oh, and the wearing of radios ... I love wearing the radios ...
Any hoo, we're down there, all dressed up like gypsies, wearing the radios and being all helpful. Fine. Good deal. We get to see our friends, look at pretty vendor wares and generally rove. But all of this is secondary, tertiary to The Dancing.
Really The Dancing wasn't much more than club-style ass-shaking with a little belly dance technique thrown in as appropriate but ... oh my god ... I could not have been happier. My feet were killing me ... I was sweating like an animal that sweats alot ... I was probably neglecting my duties to the security staff and the venue ... BUT
When I was on the dance floor there was nothing else in my world. No work, no credit cards, no rent, no husband, no lover, not anyone else but me and the divne spirit of Dance. Whether club-style ass-shaking or the most refined technique ... dance is my best and purest way to pray, to exault in the beauty in the Universe and my connection with it. AH!
So that was how I spent my Saturday ... in prayer. And on Sunday, our 1 year anniversary, I found that I had no more ass-shaking in me. What a delight to have emptied myself. I tried, too. Standing at a crosswalk I tried to practice my 3/4 hip shimmy and my body just went "fleh". Fabulous.
And I've always been afraid to dance in front of people. I've always been afraid to be that naked in my joy in front of people, trying to be as beautiful as Dance. But I got compliments (face cracking grin). A friend of mine told be that I dance beautifly (and she dances and has been in theatre stuff so I respect her opinion). I had an appreciative audience in the balcony (my husband). And I got various compliments and encouragements from one of the guys I was dancing with (who busted out with a mad-ass jig at one point). Fabulous and more fabulous.
*Sigh*
This memory, and others, will have to carry me through my trip to Portland next week. Going out among coworkers to sit around and agree to empty buzzwords and make a fool of myself singing a filked DO-RE-MI.
*Sigh*
oh well, there are rewards
Take care
M
"Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds." guess where?
