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Beltane Bellydance.

I love the looks I get when I'm walking to my car to go to belly dancing. I know it's because people are thinking how inappropriate I am and are inwardly gasping in horror while thinking "What is she wearing?!?" And it's really not horrible at all- just some low cut exercise pants and a vneck midriff so I can see and admire my waist/belly/pelvis. What is it about bearing flesh? That which we were born with. That which is natural. I wonder that often when my father gets all uncomfortable at the sight of my naked toddler scampering about the house naked after a bath. He insists she get dressed as quickly as possible. It really doesn't bother my bra-burning hippieness one bit but I see how awkward he gets so I tell her to go put something on. I however, refuse to cover up on my way to and from bellydancing. First, I love that I can still rock a bare midriff and look like I'm in my early twenties (from the neck down anyway). Second, the older I get the wiser I am about age. And by that I mean, I could care less about what I or anyone else is supposed to be doing/saying/wearing.

Today being Beltane (the day that marks the beginning of Summer), I had in my mind that long ago, rituals were performed to foster growth in people and crops. Special bonfires were lit whose flames, smoke, and ashes were known to have protective powers. People would dance and leap around the fires and celebrate the new season. I wanted to do something special today that would celebrate and light a bonfire within my soul so I went to my favorite belly dancing class. Portia seems to have been celebrating Beltane too because today we danced our butts off and sweat. A lot.

I can't begin to describe to you what introducing dance back in my life has done for me. It has reignited a fire in my soul and re-awakened ethereal and physical desires. It has made me feel timeless while actually being in a time in my life when I seem to be counting minutes and seconds around my children. It's the one place I completely leave my momma-ness at the door. While I dance, I feel like I shake everything out of every space in every cell of my body and realign and reawaken. I don't dance to burn calories (although I'm sure today I burned quite a few)... I dance to fan the flame of my life. I feel my formless spirit find form in hip drops and figure eights and it all feels so so blissful.

I left my celebratory dance class today on FIRE. Dancing was good. The day was good.

Make sure you light a fire- any fire- before the day is done today! Celebrate the heat.