It will be three years in June since I returned to dancing. Dancing not freestyle in a club or an aerobics class, or a ballroom. Dancing as in ballet and jazz when we were kids. I’m not that motivated to maintain an exercise program although every year, I make an attempt. I’ve tried home videos, yoga, aerobics, tai-chi, zumba. While I like each of these to some degree, for one reason or another I failed to keep it up. Finally, after a twenty-year pause, I re-found my thing.
I started with an intermediate jazz class. The class is difficult. It is taught by a former professional dancer and attended by other professionals and/or dance teachers. I wasn’t quite up to snuff, but didn’t care. I liked the teacher and her choreography, the music,the company of like-minded women, more than enough to keep me going.
One year later, I added a ballet class. Fumbled a lot at first, couldn’t remember the sequence of steps, and hid in back of the line when we had to dance across the floor. Although it was a struggle, again, I didn’t care. The teacher wonderful, fellow dancers supportive, music relaxing, and the dancing pure joy.
When the whole psychic thing kicked in, I was having trouble learning how to switch on and off, knowing what to listen to and what to block. Being able to quickly discern and sort through my senses became of utmost importance. If I was going to continue with my “training,” I needed help.
Following ballet, is an intermediate/advanced jazz class taught by a principal instructor of the school. It is filled with children – teenagers 14-17 years of age who can slide into the splits and sit there forever - they probably watch tv in that position, take flying whirling leaps through the air, all without an ounce of jiggling body fat. Intrigued, but dubious, I tried the class under the suggestion of my Guides. They felt it would be good for my reflexes.
Well, I humiliated myself. I felt ancient around these young girls, they move so fast. In a combination where we had to slide across the floor on our knees, I just stood there, my mouth agape, while all around me bodies dropped to the ground with ease, nothing bruised or broken in the process. No way was I doing that!
During this particular challenge, I began to doubt myself. I just didn’t think I was good enough. I considered dropping out, but my Guides insisted that I needed this faster workout.
At my lowest, a Spirit – an African dancer by the name of Rommuel came through. I could see a tribe of African dancers moving behind him - strong, tall and quick. I thought more to myself than him, “Let me take a guess. I was an African dancer in a prior life, right?!” Rommuel never answered that question, but he did say, “Your teachers can see the dancer in you.” He encouraged me to stick with it.
Rommuel never came back, but I took his advice and continued with the class. I decided just to tackle the first half – the warm up. It would round out my morning with emphasis on different parts of the body, loosen up the mind with loud club music and add strength with sit-ups and other muscle building exercises.
Shortly after, I was reading John Holland’s "Psychic Navigator". He encourages dancing to balance the root or base chakra. This class was perfect for that. Soon, I began to see progress with my psychic work. I became stronger and quicker in my sensing. Quicker to identify what was happening, quicker to block when I wanted, and gained confidence as a result.
I still show up for class every week. I look around at all that young blood, feel their energy pulsing, and draw upon it to muster up some of my own.
To be our very best, all parts of us need to be in good health – mind, body and spirit. These parts work in tandem, benefit in one area leading to good things in another. And sometimes, what we think we don’t have time, energy, or confidence for can be what actually keeps us going.
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