OMG............apprehensively I went to another new class....new in the sense that I have never attended it before....but not new in that I have attended a class covering the same subject...Bellydancing.
After the fabulous free yoga class I took yesterday, I overheard a few of the women talking about the bellydance class today. When I heard the words "teacher is a sister" and "free bellydance class", I couldn't help but worm my way into their conversations to get more information. They told me that the same organization offers a free bellydance class on Fridays and the instructor is a sister. Lemme fill you in on something that you may not be aware of.......I have been looking and waiting and praying to find bellydance instructions from a sister and when I heard these ladies talking about it, I jumped on it and decided right then and there that I was going to go.
Apprehensively today......after dealing with crazy demons at my job.....I found the energy and courage to go to this class and let me tell you..............I am going every week...do or die!!!
The train ride to class was grooling.........I had to take two trains to the center where classes are held. When I finally got there, I signed the attendance sheet and walked into the gymnasium, where the class would take place. There were a few women talking and preparing for class. I am not new to dance classes but I never took a class in a gymnasium.
I walked over to a spot where there were little to no other women, so that I could put my belongings down and gather my ego in order to be open enough to enjoy the class. As I put my bag down on a bench, I looked over to my right and I saw a lady who looked homeless. She was a full figured black women with long dreads that were not really organized and looked like they needed a touch up. She had one of those suitcases on wheels and she was looking through it, I guess to find something.
We smiled at each other and commenced to handling our business. In the back of my mind, I was thinking, "Maybe this lady is in the wrong place", but I did not give it more energy than that. I was starting to get excited about the class at this point because more women started coming in and a few that were their started putting on their hip scarfs and warming up with bellydance moves.
Glancing over at the clock, I noticed that it was getting close to starting time, 6:30 pm and my heart slowly started to increase its beats. I grabbed a yoga mat and found a spot up in the front, close to where the instructor would be.
Looking around the gym, I noticed that the same lady I thought was homeless was now in full bellydance clothes, greeting some of the ladies and moving her belongs up to the front of the gym, as if she was the teacher. WHAT???? she is the teacher....Lawd aves murcy. Please forgive me...but when I initially saw her I could have sworn that she was homeless or in the wrong place. Thank goodness I did not say anything to anyone there about her before......that would have been completely embarrassing.
Before I even got the chance to sort my thoughts.......the music turned on and she (the instructor) was moving......I am not sure you understand what I am saying..let me use other words.........The instructor, who I thought was just a homeless black lady, started her warm up routine and was moving like she just drank the elixir of life........
