Dance. Dance. Dance. Shake your Hips.
This video, of a two year old dancing, captured my spirit today. I’ve shared it with everyone I know who loves dance as much as I do. I’ve watched it over and over. Each time, it makes me grin wider and inspires me to get up, dance, strutting through my kitchen and dining room while swaying and shaking my hips and booty.
I want every woman and girl I know to see it and feel just as inspired! Can you imagine how spectacularly sassy & sparkly our lives would be if girls never lost this powerful light and spunk? Never, ever dimmed it? Just blossomed into womanhood with this wild feminine freedom? I want this to be the world of the future for girls and women. And for men and boys. Because when girls and women feel this joyful and radiant, it spreads to the men and boys. What a magical world it will be!
One of the friends I shared the video with told me, “This little girl reminds me of you and how much of an impression you left on my spirit.” Still glowing from that compliment. It also reminded me that I was just like this little girl at three, four and five years old.
On stage, under the lights, in silly costumes, I tapped and twirled and tumbled my little heart out. I remember being dressed in a grey elephant costume performing a ballet to the song, Elegant Elephant. (I actually still have the 45 rpm record tucked away someplace.) Pink tuxedo ruffles at our chests, tutu-like rosettes at each hip and big floppy ears hung from our heads. My teachers, Ms. Gloria and Ms. Jill, were just off stage on each side, signaling the moves. My classmates watched them (or me – I have the snapshots to prove it!) I watched the audience and smiled and hammed it up. In the middle of the elephant song, we were supposed to grab each other’s tails and dance in a circle. But nobody was doing it, except me. I told the girl behind me “grab my tail, come on, everybody grab a tail and follow me.” I saved the day!
But then I had to quit dancing when we moved to a town too far away for my mom to drive me to class every week. Still, I danced and put on shows with my friend, Denise, in her basement or mine. (After I took up pole dancing as an adult, my dad told me that once we pretended to be strippers and he had to stop us from baring all for him. I don’t remember that particular performance nor where we came up with the idea.) When we were in the 7th grade, a dance studio opened nearby. We took jazz class together. By then learning steps didn’t come as easily. My teenage body felt awkward. My confidence waned. I quit after two years because I wasn’t good enough and high school academics took more time and energy. I took up swimming and other sports for exercise.
When is the last time you felt and exhibited the same level of joyful exuberance as the two year old in the video? I felt it today. Yesterday. And the day before that too. Dancing at home, in class and on the beach. Kissing my husband. Writing. But it wasn’t always this way in my adult life. Over the years, I tried different types of dance. But it wasn’t until I found S Factor and pole dancing that I found my way back to the same joy, playfulness and radiance that I felt as a child.
Ignite Your Soul
The little girl’s mom sees the same magic in her daughter that I do. On her blog she says,“…our girl loves to dance – it ignites her soul. I see her at her most confident and happy when she is moving with the music.”
What have you done today to ignite your soul? Give yourself the gift of bliss right now for five minutes. Dance. Write a poem. Call your best friend. Begin to learn something. Take a photograph. Paint. Draw. Sing. Garden. If you don’t know what ignites your soul, remember what you loved as a child. Let it inspire you. What have you always felt drawn to? Start there.
No ideas? Give dance a try. The more sensual the better. It will free your feminine spirit, whether you are a woman or a man. We need more feminine in our world. Think about it for a minute. When is the last time you saw someone dancing down the street? Or even at the beach. On Sunday morning, I greeted the day at Ocean Beach in San Francisco by dancing to the ocean’s passion, the seagulls soaring song and the foghorn’s wail. Dancing on the beach has become one of my favorite things to do; I’m starting a “Sirens in the Sand” club in the hopes of getting others to join me. Stay tuned for details.
Don’t you think it’s unusual that we don’t see more spontaneous dancing and celebration at the beach or park, except among children? Shouldn’t we expect to see people blissfully enjoying the beach?
Even when you go to the beach you don’t see everyone in ecstasy, dancing, laughing, rubbing oil on their bodies, and celebrating life. But often you do see many people sitting on the beach reading newspapers and books, focused down and using their heads. Our culture is very supportive of the masculine and not very supportive of the feminine, in both men and women. – David Deida, p 61 in It’s a Guy Thing: An Owner’s Manual for Woman
Explore your feminine side. Celebrate Life. Ignite your soul. Dance.