Posts Tagged ‘Rachel Brice’

Belly Dance and Spiritual Seekings…

October 2, 2008

I have been a belly dancer for about five years now, trained in Turkish/Egyptian style.  I find that it is more challenging than anything I have ever done.  It also taps into great issues of femininity and sexuality.

Over the years I have changed in my approach to dancing, and have grown in small ways.  This is not a discipline that you get fast results, well you do, but women start to dance in Middle Eastern countries and Africa at 3 years old.  Young girls watch village women dance at festivals and train all their lives.

Belly dance was not the dance of enticement that we Westerners supposed.  It came from birth movements, or exercise to strengthen the body, the pelvis to allow easier birth.  These things are important when there is no hospital around but ‘just’ the village midwife and women to attend birthing.

However, dance has always been a religious or spiritual expression in many countries.  Hindu temple dancers, the Bali dancers, the Zars in Egypt and other countries, the guerdra forms express the application to movement to spiritual practice.

Delilah is a Seattle bellydancer I have talked to for a while.  She is well trained and quite the professional.  She also preaches dance as a spiritual connection.  Connection with spirituality isn’t something you try on like a new costume. It’s a transcendental everyday practice for her.

As she says: “It opens the heart.”

Earlier this summer I attended a synagogue.  There were young girls in a front corner of the synagogue dancing all through the service.  It was fitting and lovely.  It amazed me how natural these dances were in this setting and how much it gave a sense of joy and purpose to the morning.
The Lutheran and Episcopalian denominations of Christianity have been progressive in introducing liturgical dance to the altar at their church services. Although most of their dance workshops are focused on modern and ballet, some Middle Eastern dance artists have successfully introduced this art form to their congregations as liturgical dance.  The costuming is not the usual nightclub garb, but more modest clothing.  They are able to create a mood of worship.

The Unitarian church has long supported the use of dance at the altar.

These are just Christian and Jewish models.

I have thought very recently of my own practices.  I have, as I grew older, looked for spiritual paths.  As a former Quaker, these were not movement based, but as a belly dancer, the world opens up for me in this.

I have attended one Zar-like event, where a woman danced out her possession.  The ‘spirit’ was ‘caught’ by a women who was a Sheikah.

Why not?  This was a deeply believed experience, and the woman who was formerly possessed by what her culture said was a demonic spirit was ‘healed’.  These Zars have come under attack all over the Middle East, but not for good reasons.  They are some of the only alternative spiritual events that Muslim women have besides the mosque.  They are born of centuries of tradition and go back to Egyptian and African practices.  They are very much spiritual in nature.

I think of my own practice, and I know that dancing transforms my thinking, my moods and in some very fundamental way, grounds me.  It also transforms me, my body over a period of time, but my head. too. I think my head even more fundamentally.

I think my dancing, that strength that comes from doing something you love and seeing the remarkable abilities and potential of your body to move in ways you never thought possible translates to something akin to spiritual.

It also translates into self-esteem and an internal core of strength to face others who will challenge you. I had a pretty good sense of self before, but dancing has come through at a time I thought I was losing it.  It is very much a part of my personality now and it has the greatest potential for further spiritual development.

I think of how dancing transforms me.  In public, people tell me that my facial expression is very different from my ‘normal’ day ‘look’ and I have to laugh.  I am sometimes in a trance when I dance, or when I drum.  This is nothing unusual, because particular beats, rhythms, in particular the ayyoub beat or rhythm throws a dancer into a very different state of mind.  Sometimes this is helpful to get through a five minute performance. You conserve energy by ‘going places’. But mostly, it is the ‘connection’ you are making with the music internally, and it is the essence of dance to me.

Consciously applied, it has great spiritual possibilities I believe. I know it, as other dancers have either told me their spiritual path through their dancing or I have read of it.

I am about to do something very radical and risky for Teela (my dance name) I am about to chuck most of what I have learned over the past five years and endeavour to learn something very new and exciting.  I think it is part of this spiritual quest.

In late January, I will be in Montreal, Canada to attend a workshop/conference and a Dance event.  This is a Tribal Fusion Dance event taught by Audra Simmons, a TF dancer based in Toronto.  This will be a radical rupture for me because much of what I have learned will not apply.

Tribal Fusion is very different from classical belly dance.  The arms are very different, the body is held differently, there is a great freedom of flow in the core that I don’t see in  Turkish technique.  The makeup is extreme, the tattoos are prominant (I wonder if you can get stick on temporary tattoos???) the costuming is wild, the snake movement of the belly (“Snakes in the Belly”) is extreme, everything about tribal is different and extreme.

And exciting!

Go to Youtube and watch anything by Rachel Brice.

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=Rachel+Brice+Youtube

This is good for starters…

I am embarking on strange territory, and all my expensive cabaret costumes will be ditched…or thrown in the back of the closet.

It’s time for  a radical change that will bring me closer to my core and outward towards the Spirit and back again.

Teela and Lady Nyo....one in the same woman.

I am a Belly Dancer. I take it pretty seriously when I have the chance,

September 26, 2008

but lately, though I went back to dancing in August, getting the new book together has divided my attentions. I went back to classes, and it was iffy because I couldn’t keep my mind on the choreography at that time. I have a conference in Montreal, Quebec in late January, and I will have to attend to business well before that time. This is something NEW..Tribal Fusion dance, and I am a classically trained Turkish dancer. They…the TF. look like they are having a LOT more fun. And the makeup is WILD!

this is of Rachel Brice, a really good and wild dancer, Tribal Fusion style.

Watch the belly (how can you not???) the undulations are snake like which is great to do generally.

The hardest thing for me to learn in the beginning (and onward) was the isolations of the torso…the torso from the hips, and the breasts from it all…but it comes with time and practice.

When I don’t practice , I stiffen up…just that I don’t do the extreme movements to dramatize the potential of the isolation. These ‘snakes in the belly’ actually done over time will really tone that area that anyone over 30 has problems with..and I am well over 30! They are hard to do at first, and a class full of women undulating their bellies is something inherently hysterical to watch.

Since I am also a writer, and a writer of erotica, I am posting some cinquains I wrote last year, on the theme of bellydance.

It’s a good day when you can combine those two things you love in life most, writing and belly dance.

Lady Nyo.

LOVE and SEX CINQUAINS (I)

(Belly Dance Cinquains)

N.B. Habibi is Arabic for Sweetheart… and a number of other things….
saidi is a term for a particular Arabic dance, so is Masmoudi

CINQUAINS…alternating methods I and II

Asyad
Ruling Demon
Resides in wombs
Leave my heart alone!
Tempter.

Saidi!
Desert tempo
Quick! Break out whirling hips,
Move heart and body, dervish-soul
Rhythm.

Joy Cry
My petit mort
Zar births women’s pleasure
Slip down into arms enfolding
Climax

Rhythm
Masmoudi beat
Fertile cresent blazing
Spirit carried by desert winds
Outward.

Habibi!
Blazing eyes
Arms clutching tightly
Ah! I surrender fully,
Beloved.

Hips shake
Breasts push forward
Belly rolls with desire
Cocks waving to a dancer’s grace
Seduce.


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