Shake Your Bon Bon

After yet another busy, boring week of work, I was happy to see my shift end on Saturday. I have realized how strict of a routine I have lodged myself into; I hate routine. I get up early every morning, work for a while, rest, go back to work, come home and go to bed. I see the same people almost everyday--there is so little varience in my life that it is beinging to get to me again.
Rather randomly, I found myself at the church on Saturday night, ready to take a belly dancing class. I had so much fun! I had a veil and learned to shake my booty! Zaira and I both went, and I think we both found it great to just be a little silly. We were all wearing veils and sari's and having a lot of fun playing with the chiffon.
Honestly though, belly dancing is hard! You have to isolate all of these different movements for different parts of your body: only your hips, or knees, or shoulders, or neck, or ribs can move at one time. Your arms are above your head half of the time and you have to walk with your hips shaking. It's a lot of fun though. I definatly want to do that again.
The class was part a new thing starting at my church called: DEW (Dance, evangelism, worship or "Dance for every woman"). Or at least, prospectivly starting up. I love the idea, because I love to dance (I can't, but love it) and the mind frame of the churches and most people around here is that dancing it not "holy," and especially not belly dancing. But it was a great way to release. There were about 15 women there, all of which who were a little bit hesistant to have fun at first. But then we all got into it and just had a blast! I couldn't move all of my body the way I was supposed to and just burst out into a fit of crazy-dance.
Then there was a short break with food and such, and then a little explaination of what the plan was for the class. The lady leading it said one of the coolest things at this time: "God created all kinds of dance." He did. It's true. Only Satan is what makes dance bad; he is the one that takes something beautiful and twists it, distorts it into something ugly. Her point was something like, "Why can't someone worship God with belly dancing? He created that too." I thought that this point was so cool.
After the little devotional thing, they turned on some worship music, turned down the lights and went at it. I am telling you, it was amazing! I saw women I have always known as stoic "church women" dancing their hearts out. No one told them to dance, no one told them to grab a veil and play with it like they were a little kid again, no one told them to sing; there was just so much freedom in that place. Everyone was just wrapped up in the presence of God and there was no way they could not hold their heart back from taking over. There were two woman dancing together in a jive, some on their own, some on their faces, and some just tapping their feet. There were mothers, daughters, grandmas, wives, young woman, boistrous woman, and timid woman and all were just letting themselves go. I tell you, I have never felt so much freedom in my life. It was beautiful. And it all came about by opening up with belly dancing. Amazing!