Every class is unique; every dancer I teach – and learn from – brings precious things to the table. Teaching big groups, as I do when I travel the world, is great but there´s nothing like the face-to-face quality of a private lesson.
I´m richer and a little bit wiser after I wrap a dance session with a dancer. And I´m a lucky teacher – very lucky.
Every single dancer I´ve worked with in my ON LINE PRIVATE COURSES – the regular ones and the NEW “The Secrets of Egyptian Dance” workshop – is inspiring. Each one is beautiful, intelligent, creative, strong, kind and surprising in her own way. I can´t help falling in love with each one of them.
As I move forward with my new – exciting – intensive workshop (the already mentioned “The Secrets of Egyptian Dance”), I meet new faces, backgrounds, goals and dreams. Yet the fascination remains. I haven´t crossed paths with a single average or dull dancer. Not one.
These private journeys are demanding – they require a lot of my time, energy and focus – but the results are fabulous and so is the growth I take from them.
I´ll have to start limiting subscriptions soon. My time doesn´t allow for much more than I´m already handling. I´m starting to fail commitments and make a mess of my overloaded schedule. NOT my type of professional attitude.
The need to create a GROUP COURSE – not private – which can save me time/energy and allow larger groups of dancers to enjoy my work is becoming too urgent to ignore. It´s been on my heart for a long while; I have the concept and the contents, only the technological platform is missing.
Until then, I´ll keep doing my best and, no doubt, falling in love with every dancer I teach (learn from). Being this aLIVE is tiring but it´s so damn delicious. I wouldn´t want it any other way.
P.S. It may be hard to be a man in a world filled with so many amazing women. Keeping up with their standards, not getting scared with their magnitude, stepping up to a higher form of masculinity, one that matches the level where these women are living these days. Wowza! I feel for you.
Hats off for the gentlemen who are trying to honour us and honour themselves on the way up; we need more of you.