So this is my first week back after traveling and seeing old friends. Rowan and I visited my parents, it went well. I did regress a little, it seems to always happen. And it’s such a dicotomy. But my mom certainly appreciated it. I even went to church in a reunion mode. Saw some people I haven’t seen in awhile.
Then we came back and Rowan was sick, so I had to take another day off. Saturday I went to Chicago for the Rachel Brice workshop. It was so cool to meet her, she’s such an inspiration. She was very funny and down to earth. The workshop was packed.
I love bellydance, but sometimes I despair of doing it well. I would love to perform, even just once, but I wonder if I will ever feel ready. When Rachel dances, it is like a work of art, like a dance I’ve never seen before and I’m utterly entranced. Her dance is art. I don’t know if I can do that kind of art. I don’t know if I could be that beautiful. She is a professional, she practices every day and I have trouble just fitting practice in. I know I can’t be another Rachel, everyone is their own unique person and had their own take on the dance, but I wish I could portray even just a little of that beauty.