I´ve written about it in my first published book “The Secrets of Egypt – Dance, Life & Beyond” and I practice it every day: playfulness, the dance of the child, that luxury of not taking yourself (or your dance) too seriously while doing it with knowledge and full commitment. This is not an easy balance to achieve – most the the apparent opposites we try to reconnect in Egyptian Oriental Dance are not easy to get by. Still it´s possible and its rewards are endless.
Rescuing the child we once were: it seems so simple. Honesty (in dance as in life) is one of the things I often mention in courses, seminars, workshops, on line classes. Wondering who understands exactly what I mean...
We´re too afraid to get lost in that pure state of BEING, afraid of what will come and terrified of losing control. We felt free as children, mostly because all the worries and responsibilities were on our parents´hands. Now that we´re adults, we rarely allow ourselves to return to the blessed state of childhood – when every creation sprang from our heart without judgment or fear of failure.
The thing is: Egyptian Oriental Dance doesn´t exist, in its essence, without CHILD MODE. In the midst of the data, wisdom and skills we may have acquired so far, there MUST be a space of nothingness, ignorance, ground zero, purity and freedom: a space where we´re not sure anymore, much less afraid; a space of adventure, treasure hunting, discovery without the pressure of performing greatly. And mind you: “greatly” can mean so many things that are far from great.
A Sacred Bridge – that´s what Egyptian Dance is. A bridge that reconnects our broken bits; a bridge that links mind to heart, body to soul and all of them into ONE; a bridge that takes us back to a childhood garden full of peace, safety, fragrant flowers & fruits, smooth lullabies, animals, fountains and the music of children playing. If you listen deep enough, you will find YOUR own voice, singing and longing to meet you once more, in that garden.
“For me the paintings of children belong side by side with the works of the masters… The work of a child never fails to make appeal, to claim us, because it is always honest and sincere, always imbued with the magic certitude born of the direct, spontaneous approach.
Paul Klee … had the ability to return us to the world of the child as well as to that of the poet, the mathematician, the alchemist, the seer. In the paintings of Paul Klee we are privileged to witness the miracle of the pedagogue slaying the pedagogue. He learned in order to forget, it would seem. He was a spiritual nomad endowed with the most sensitive palps… He almost never failed, and he never, never, never said too much.”
Source: Brainpickings, my favourite goodie website.