Chapter 9 Discovering Bellydance
Discovering Belly Dance
I often heard the sound of exotic drums and jingling of finger cymbals coming from upstairs at the yoga center. It was a challenge to concentrate on inner peace while the stimulating sounds of a belly dance class were going on at the same time.
After yoga class, I would rush upstairs to satisfy my curiosity. Once, instead of taking the yoga class with Walt’s replacement teacher, I decided to partake in the belly dance class with his wife, Magana Baptiste.
I found a natural affinity toward the movements right away. It reminded me of my early days at Ballet Folclorico, in Colombia. Soon, I was taking belly dance classes regularly. After three months, Magana asked me to participate in her school recital.
“But Magana, what should I do? I am always told what and how to dance at SFB.” “You can do anything you want,” was her reply…