I lost myself to find dance

I remember taking the central line two times a week for one whole dark and cold winter to go to dance school in London which was an hour away from home. Contemporary dance was something I always wanted to learn at that time because it was so expressive and I had the physical flexibility and passion for this.

Walking into the school felt like I was in a movie every time. Ballet dancers warming up in one corner and street dancers hanging out in the halls. A lot of them could also sing so there was a lot of love and passions in one building. You kind of get the visual I hope. Everyone completely embodying their dance style. 

That was three years ago. A lot has happened in the last three years. One of them being getting lost in the masculine part of me. At one point I remember wanting to move my body, to dance, to stretch, to feel my curves and embrace the temple I was in but I was not able to. It felt strange and something that was forgotten. The essence of my femininity was suddenly gone. 

Few months ago I found myself dancing again. It has helped me to awaken the sacred woman inside of me and tune in with the ability to create my best work again as an artist and as a woman. It has reminded me who I am and has offered me so much joy. My body feels like home now and I’m grateful I took the step to allow myself to be seen, moved and touched by the beautiful art that is bellydance.

WIthout any further ado – my favorite shots of my most beautiful bellydance teacher – Eeben.

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With love always,

Gerda Carina