February 23, 2012 at 5:43 pm 1 comment

We had professional dancers teach a workshop in ballroom class today.

And it was fun. Not only because there were some very advanced students joining my class for the session (and I could therefore attempt to hide behind them and pretend I was doing okay) but because their style of teaching was intense. They were fast, energentic, almost pushy.

“It’s about pushing the ground, making the movements sharp,” Vlad yelled. “One, two, cha-cha-cha! Don’t pick that foot off the ground. Don’t let the other one slide. Try it again.”

And they also accepted the fact that there were many different levels of dancers in the class, and never scolded those of us who weren’t Super Advanced for not getting the rest of the body action. I’m just focusing on staying on time, straightening my legs and not getting run over. (Although unfortunately, my philosophy of “Forget the hips! Ballerinas don’t disconnect their hips!” does not go over very well in Latin dances.) 

And watching the Super Advanced girl practicing right in front of me. I’m not sure what it says about me that I’m an imitator. Make me do something by myself – whether it’s dancing or singing or any other kind of performing – and I may not do it well. Stick someone really good in front of me, and we do it together. I’ll match their note, or try to make my hips match theirs.

I’m much better that way.

But in general, I’ve noticed that my frustration with creative things – be that dance, writing, photography or design – is because there’s a disconnect somewhere. My mind doesn’t talk to my body in dance. My heart can’t talk to my fingers in writing, or my eyes in photography.

I have lovely ideas, things I want to communicate well so badly that I ache.

I see the disconnect in my spiritual life, too, between what I want and what I actually do.

Thankfully, there is mercy and grace for the learning. And I suppose it wouldn’t be very fun if I always knew how to do everything perfectly, anyway. The destination is appreciated so much more when there has been pain and work in getting there, right?



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Five-Minute Friday Oh, excuse me, June. I thought it was March.

1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Dana Ray  |  February 25, 2012 at 5:01 pm

    Love it!

    But you knew I would.


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