The night was young and we, me and a group of friends, were ready to rock Marrakech.
We left our riad, a building with fresh corners, a courtyard, and birds which drank directly from our hands, hidden in the labyrinth of the old medina, towards the famous Jemaa el Fna.
–Jemaa el Fna is that way, that way, that way! – Strangers would yell at us, pointing in the wrong direction. Invariably.
Morocco was new to me and, yet, it wasn´t. The Arabic Culture, the North of Africa, the Chaos & the Colorful Mysteries of Life have been the core of my life for too long. Normality, if it exists, is exotic to me. Madness & adventure aren´t.
We settled for dinner at a 5 star restaurant, half lit, warm, pretentious. Girls dressed as “bellydancers” were swirling around, shaking their tired, apathetic hips in our direction.
I ordered my usual “vegetarian tagine”. What I received was a plate – steaming & depressed – of old, heated, over-salted veggies.
-Hey, sir. Can you please come here? – I called one of the waiters.
-Yes, miss. – He approached our table, pulling his “tarboush” towards his legs.
-This plate is unacceptable. You´re cute, the restaurant is gorgeous, but these over-priced veggies are uneatable. They´re old, heated, and over-salted. Take them back, please.
My friends were surprised. The waiter was surprised. I think the “bellydancers” were surprised. I wasn´t.
Whenever I feel disrespected, I say it so. Respectfully, but assertively.
I was being overcharged for a plate of uneatable vegetables and there was no way I´d shut up – “don´t make waves, girl; don´t make waves! – mamma used to say” – and eat something that hadn´t been properly prepared.
I wasn´t upset. In fact, I joked with the waiter the whole evening; I accepted an apology dessert, and I laughed my heart out. But I didn´t pay for that tagine and I certainly didn´t eat it.
Self-respect is a sign of SELF-LOVE. Without SELF-LOVE there´s no love. No love for others, no love for what you do. No love at all. Period. Love, and respect, start with ourselves.
Whenever you´re served an old, heated, over-salted plate of veggies, remember to set the boundaries of what is acceptable and unacceptable for you, and don´t be afraid to make yourself respected.
It´s not a question of creating conflict, or being mean to others; it´s a question of justice, clarity, and evolution. For you. For everybody.
P.S: This was the only time I was served a lousy plate of food in Morocco.
Moroccan gastronomy is amazing and, if you´re a foodie, like me, you should try it.
Freshly out of the oven, for you & me: Full of Yourself, another polemic video
by Joana Saahirah.
A reminder for dance and for life.
“In 1943, De Mille was hired to choreograph the musical Oklahoma!, which became an overnight sensation and ran for a record-setting 2,212 performances. Feeling that critics and the public had long ignored work into which she had poured her heart and soul, De Mille found herself dispirited by the sense that something she considered “only fairly good” was suddenly hailed as a “flamboyant success.” Shortly after the premiere, she met Graham “in a Schrafft’s restaurant over a soda” for a conversation that put into perspective her gnawing grievance and offered what De Mille considered the greatest thing ever said to her. She recounts the exchange:
I confessed that I had a burning desire to be excellent, but no faith that I could be.
Martha said to me, very quietly: “There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep yourself open and aware to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. As for you, Agnes, you have so far used about one-third of your talent.”
“But,” I said, “when I see my work I take for granted what other people value in it. I see only its ineptitude, inorganic flaws, and crudities. I am not pleased or satisfied.”
“No artist is pleased.”
“But then there is no satisfaction?”
“No satisfaction whatever at any time,” she cried out passionately. “There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
Cohabiting with dissatisfaction is an integral part of the creative life.
No area of artistic expression escapes the grip of the Eternal Search, a state of happy unrest that keep us humble, with both feet on the ground, and eager for more. More discovery, more awakenings, more growth.
We are never done with our creative work and, as far as I can see, that is a good thing. Not quite reaching what we feel we can reach is precisely what keeps us interested, learning, thriving, walking towards our dreams.
Having ideas is easy – it´s the materialization of those ideas that separates the mosquitos from the eagles (NOT a fancy comparison, I know, but you get my point).
We can only do our best, right now, with talent and flaws, light and dark spots; keeping, as Martha Graham says, “the channel open.”
Being dissatisfied with the results of our creative work does not, should not, mean we dislike what we do. It means we´re aware there is road ahead.
I often ask my students to film themselves while dancing. It may not be a good idea to become a slave to the mirror or the video camera but it is a good idea to combine inner exploration, with no need for external/visual proof, with an external, perhaps colder, perspective of our work. Learning how to watch yourself dancing is important – evaluating the points where you´ve grown – victories conquered – and the points you need to improve – victories in the making.
Enjoy the journey, deliver your best work possible, using the tools, experience and awareness you possess now, and let dissatisfaction pull you forward.
We do not dance, or live, to be perfect. We dance, and life, to be whole.”
Excerpt from Egyptian Dance Booklet by Joana Saahirah, soon to be published.
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Working on one of my multiple writing projects while listening to this Irish tune. It doesn´t get sweeter than that.
I wish I could be everywhere at the same time. World lust overload ❤
4th stage of the Egyptian Dance Path: Spiritual
Your dance is as spiritual as you are.
(take that in for a few seconds; read it again)
If you´re not in contact with your invisible, energetic, spiritual dimension, you´ll feel challenged at this learning stage. If you don´t believe you´re more than a physical body, I´d doubt you´ll be able to dance from your soul.
This is probably the trickiest aspect of Egyptian Dance, one that teachers are often unable to articulate.
Spirituality is easily confused with religion, New Age mambo jambo, cheesy cults. It´s considered distant, exotic, unreacheable, weird, dangerous. We tend to fear what we cannot touch.
But, as I´ve mentioned, the spirit is who you are. You may identify with the physical body but that does not define you. Your soul does.
One of the most beautiful things I´ve observed, as a teacher, is how Egyptian Dance shows students the way to their soul. It takes them by the hand, smoothly, without them realizing it. It pulls them up naturally. Inevitably.
I use specific methods – pedagogy – to open up their physical, mental and emotional bodies but, if all the other stages are properly developed, the spiritual realm takes care of itself. It flows like water running from its source towards the sea. Nobody needs to push it, or show it the way – it knows how to get to its destination. That´s exactly how I´ve witnessed the arrival to this 4th, and higher, stage of the dance path.
We start from the ground, focused on our physical body; we move upwards, and forward, integrating the mental stage which will be followed by the emotional stage.
Sooner or later, if you keep going, you´ll be lead to the spiritual stage.
I´d go as far as telling you the first 3 stages require work, focus, proper guidance, discipline – you don´t go through them without effort or a professional, awakened, teacher.
The 4th stage is effortless – it´s a flower blooming under the sun; an ascension that feels like falling; a consequence of the work you´ve done from the ground. The 4th stage is the blooming of the flower after you´ve planted its seed and watered it. If you show up to fulfill your gardening job, the flower will bloom by itself.
It´s the most beautiful show on earth. Few things give me as much pleasure as watching my students bloom into this 4th stage of development – watching them return home, finding peace and solace in their own essence.
Once they reach this stage, they can never go back to superficiality or lies about themselves and the dance. Once they´re at the top of the Pyramid, they see the Big Picture from above. Their feet may remain on the ground but their dance belongs to the Universe – they become a Bridge between Heaven and Earth.
The question is: the top of the pyramid is a lonely place. Few ever get there.
Are you willing to climb, only to discover you´re up there by yourself?”
Excerpt from “The Egyptian Dance Booklet” by Joana Saahirah
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“Education is safe – you learn what others have already created, mastered, tested and approved of. If you decide to stick with what you´ve learned, and never go beyond it, you´ll become a correct, universally applauded mediocre copy machine. There is comfort, and certainty, in this choice.
But is that what you want? Can´t you see you are, and can do, so much more than that?
Self-exploration is risky, uncertain, mysterious – you´ll embark on adventures you cannot fully control; you´ll face your demons, limits and potential; you´ll test your waters and see how far you, not your teacher or an institution, can go. You will give birth to yourself without knowing how the baby will look like. What if the child is born with deformities? Or – oh my God; I cannot believe it; oh, so damn – ugly? Or just mediocre – a plain kid with no sparkle in his eyes? A regular Joe, perhaps.
Remember births can be painful and/or orgasmic. And the product of our creativity – may that be a human child or a dance piece – can disappoint our expectations.
If given the choice, most of us will prefer to receive The Answer, or Magic Pill, from the hands of our teacher than to find it ourselves. I´ve had a few students who got mad at me because I told them they would have to use what I was teaching them and discover who they are in the process.
– Copying me won´t do the trick. You have to go into the desert by yourselves. – I told them.
They wanted to twist my neck. Who wouldn´t? A teacher who sends you off, alone though with tools in your travel bag, is not to be trusted. Is she/he?
Explore, go within, try new things; use knowledge to empower you, not to limit you.
A good, professional, teacher will know how to guide you towards self-exploration. But, then again, YOU have to want to go there.
Curiosity cannot be taught – you awaken it in you or you don´t.
The courage to see what´s out there, inside of you, cannot be taught.
The perseverance, the discipline, the guts to find your own voice cannot be taught.
The willingness to face your limits and, what´s even scarier, your infinite potential, cannot be taught.
You, my beloved, have to get on the camel, pack your essentials, and leave for your cross of the desert.
I´ll meet you on the other side or, who knows?, in an oasis, because I, too, have my desert(s) to cross. We all do.
You´re alone on the road and you´re definitely not alone.”
Excerpt from The Egyptian Dance Booklet by Joana Saahirah (soon to be published)
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“Going to school gives the illusion that knowledge is what makes an artist. It´s like knowing how to write English perfectly. It has very little relation to the art of writing.”
My Life and Times by Henry Miller
“The more I observe myself, and others, the more I find universal patterns, wounds and dreams. We are unique in many ways – we´re also astonishingly similar.
One of our common wounds is the sense of UNWORTHINESS. We believe we´re not worthy of happiness.
We don´t actually say it: I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE HAPPY. Nope. That would be easy to identify – we would notice the nonsense, the suicidal impulse and our ego would lose the battle.
We don´t say out loud – we just believe in it, and act accordingly, which is more than enough to screw us up.
Have you caught yourself feeling guilty when you´re happy? I have.
“Too happy for my own good”, I´ll whisper, fearful of what will come.
We set a Happiness Limit, seasoned with needless obstacles and drama, and we´re terrified of going beyond it. It´s a ceiling we build for ourselves – one we refuse to surpass. As if by doing it we would be defying the Gods and they would punish us as a consequence.
-I´m feeling too happy. Should I be worried?
Worried about what, exactly? That´s the golden question.
In grew up with amazing, yet pessimistic, parents who believe life is hard. If you ask me how I define life, in one word, I´ll answer “Adventure” without blinking. If you ask my parents, they won´t blink – we have than in common-, but they´ll start describing my concept of hell. Are you ready? Take a deep breath and dive.
Sacrifice and pain;
A series of unfortunate events nobody can, or will want to, avoid.
Their parents carried it too – the pessimistic, unworthiness, self-sabotaging bug. It gets into your genes – it´s heritage passed on from generation to generation like blue eyes, high cholesterol or crooked noses.
Believing we don´t deserve to be happy – not beyond a comfortable, usually mediocre, level we have set for ourselves – is an invisible trap most of us fall into. We´d rather be unhappy – remain on familiar ground, even if that ground is a mud pond infested with alligators and foul smelling frogs – than risking punishment for being happy beyond our measure. Our measure – take that in.
In theory, we want it. We may say we deserve it, write in notebooks, sing and preach. But, when we check under the carpet, we find the (ugly) truth: we fear our own greatness; we avoid annoying the gods with our arrogance, our ambition, our childish belief that the garden of heaven can exist here, right now, on the palm of our hands.
I´ve learned it the hard way: we cannot be happy if we keep feeding the belief we´re unworthy of it. We have to grow up, literally, by paying a visit to the monster under the bed. It may be an imaginary monster but we act as it is real.
Imaginary monsters rule our lives.
Dare to go into the dark room, the one your father warned you against, and look under the bed. Don´t think too much. Just do it. Get on your knees, look.
The only thing you´ll find down there is dust. Dust, my friend. Bloody,
fucking, ridiculous dust. Grab it and put it where it belongs (you know where).
You – we – deserve to be happy. It´s not a crime to experience life at its fullest.
If we´re able to receive unconceivable amounts of pain, and disappointment, we´re also able to receive unlimited happiness and pleasant surprises.
We were born to reJOYce, not to be punished.”
Excerpt from chapter of a book I´m currently writing.
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Here´s something the Crazy Brigade – artists, writers, freelancers, dreamers who turn ideas into deeds – is fully aware of: nothing is guaranteed; nobody will pat you on the back – not forever, anyway -; circumstances change – today you´re the king and tomorrow you´re the beggar; there´s no 1+1=2 in life. Infallible equations, logic, and predictable outcomes work in math, not in life.
Instead of getting furious at life – you know what happens when you throw rocks at a wall, don´t you? – , claiming the world is evil and it doesn´t SEE YOU, I propose you roll with it while changing it, lovingly, with your actions.
Dance The Dance using your own steps.
Roll with the punches using your own fists.
Be, and do, your best with less expectations. Use your resources. Give it all you´ve got for the fun of it. Be on fire. BE FIRE. If a rock is everything you have at your disposal, turn it into a diamond. Alchemists have been doing it for centuries.
Show up for what you wish, do your part, be present. But never, ever, presume something is owed to you.
Repeat after me: Life owes me nothing. When you say it out loud, there´s a weight immediately off your shoulders:
-Ah… – A sigh of relief rises from your gut.
Dealing with rejection, falls & failures, frustration and injustice – or what we consider an injustice – is an integral part of this human experience. And being human is hard – the toughest job I can think of.
When you accept the premise – Life owes me nothing -, everything you get is a gift, a bonus, a blessing you didn´t see coming, a reason to smile. Pleasant, or unpleasant, results are overrated – just two sides of the same coin, the condition for being an active player in this game without rules.
See it as an Adventure – you fall so you can rise higher; something is taken away from you so you can earn something better; you are rejected so a more interesting thing, or person, can come into your life.
From the moment you assume life owes you nothing, you´re a chronic winner instead of a chronic blaming finger. Nothing will have the power to pull you off your center.
Stop asking: what does the world owe me?
The real question is WHAT DO YOU OWE THE WORLD?”
Excerpt from one of the books I´m currently working on.
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Painting, writing, creating & dreaming with this soundtrack on.
The sun invading my writing/dancing/teaching/choreography studio.
A cup of coffee on the side.