Welcome to the first post in the dance category of my Eatsleepdance blog. Although this category is not singularly dedicated to Nia, my personal philosophy for happy living is perfectly encapsulated in the Nia triad:
Dancing Through Life
Life As Art
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I have been dancing Nia for eight years and teaching for five. Before that my experience was…
one self defense course at the YWCA (in anticipation of moving to the mean streets of Toronto)
yoga for a total of maybe twenty classes
When I reminisce to childhood, it turns out a precedent was set back when we roamed free and created our own amusement out of equal parts imagination and boredom. I was raised in a communal setting with a pack of kids running wild over our 86 acres of land, bordered by the Sturgeon River. In truth, I barely remember most of it except the freedom, the land, the water and the small town where we went to school. A few highlights are etched into my cellular memory.
Remember when Grease came out and we spent hours singing along and acting out every scene? Remember how it was simply a fun movie with great music and how hopelessly devoted we all were to it? I was Rizzo. Someone, somewhere has footage of our merry band of scallywags acting out the pertinent scenes. Sadly, this masterpiece was never shared with us.
Remember re-watching this movie with your kids? A truly cringeworthy experience. Every word in Grease is a reference to sex — every single one. Yet as kids, who knew? The story I am about to relay is kinda like that. When we were living it, it was all good, healthy fun. As an adult, it is easy to see how our unorthodox upbringing might make some folks uncomfortable.
I told my best friend the following story and her response was, “That is deeply inappropriate, I don’t think you should blog about that!” Ha. Welcome to my childhood.
We spent many happy hours making up song and dance numbers, and sometimes we would perform for gatherings on our commune. I had inherited a collection of retro 45’s, including stuff like “Lucky Devil” by Carl Dobkins Jr., and Hayley Mills singing “Let’s Get Together” from The Parent Trap.
Our two signature numbers were “Little Egypt” by The Coasters and these scintillating words sung to the tune of “Baby Face”:
You’ve got the sweetest little pubic hair / There’s nothing in the world that can compare, to pubic hair / Penis or vagina, nothing could be finer than… pubic hair/ I’m up in heaven when I’m in your underwe-e-ear / I didn’t need a shove, I took a mouthful of your tasty pubic ha-a-air.
Naturally, we called our little dance troupe The Pubic Sisters. We were eight. I vaguely remember costumes of panties and painted on pubic hair for the big reveal as we went down on one knee and hooked our thumbs into the front of our waistbands singing “pubic ha-a-air” for the final tableau. How fortunate that I was a brunette, Lana a blonde and Christine a redhead, so we could display pubic hair diversity with our felt pens. I can only imagine the impact we had on university students venturing to the commune for Summer Solstice celebrations.
The point is that Nia reunites me with the uncensored playfulness and freedom of childhood. Teaching Nia taps into my creative centre and connects me to a lifetime of self expression through song and dance. I also know, from my hypnosis work, that I have spent many lifetimes dancing in various temples honoring Goddesses and palaces housing Pharaohs.
My Nia practice serves as both creation and salvation. Dance is my prayer and my thanksgiving. Apparently, it always has been.