Well, this post is a little bit belated. Reason being I’m moving this weekend, and that takes a lot of time. Between packing, and working, and still getting in a dance lesson or two, life has been going full speed ahead.
But I had the most amazing lesson Friday morning and I just kind of want to process it all. I feel like sometimes I say the same things over and over, and maybe that’s repetitive and boring, but then I think, well, that’s what I do on a dance lesson, you know? I practice the same thing over and over, but I’m discovering the same thing in a different way. It is an entirely new experience each time I do a volta, even if it feels somewhat familiar. This is because I am a different person and I’ve gained new experiences since the last time I did a volta. But then again, when I bring up the subject of connection, say, again and again, I may sound like a broken record. And yet, I am coming to know connection anew – this familiar subject – but as if for the first time.
So anyways, I showed up on my lesson fresh with some ideas in my little brain. One of the things I appreciate most about Ivan is that I feel like I’m an equal. I feel like he will listen to me and my ideas, and that he values my dance experience. I totally acknowledge that he is the more experienced person in the room and has expertise that I don’t posses, and yet, I have things to offer in the dance relationship as well. Other instructors I’ve had have been very invested in keeping the teacher-student (i.e. supperior-inferior) relationship in place. They were not as open to my feedback or ideas.
But with Ivan, I’ve felt that it’s safe to bring things up, ask questions, and even, gasp, have an agenda for my dance lesson. Anyways, the night before I spent some time surfing on YouTube. I was actually looking for music. I was searching for ballroom performances to find music that would be suitable for practicing and that I would like. I happened upon a video of Donnie Burns conducting a lecture. I didn’t watch the entire 45 minutes, but one day I really need to. The bit I did watch was amazing.
You see, Donnie Burns happens to be one of Ivan’s heroes. He used to watch Mr. Burns compete when he was in his prime. So he’s mentioned the man on occasion.
I didn’t know much about the guy but when the video popped up, I was intrigued and decided maybe I should learn a little bit about one of the people Ivan most looks up to as an example. Man! It was amazing the little bit I happened upon.
Basically, Donnie was talking about connection. I think it’s kind of a lost art in ballroom dancing today. Truly. I never really even broached the subject until I danced with Ivan. And the few times it has actually happened, me being actually connected to Ivan on a lesson, have been amazing. Most people are so focused on learning the steps, learning the syllabus and technique, and of course all that is important and good, but so much time and energy is spent on this that no time is taken to develop the connection. Now, I realize I’m generalizing here. And this is just my opinion. I’m sure some instructors do work on connection with their students, but I have to say, I feel like Ivan is kind of a master at it. From day one he brought to my awareness the need to be connected and focused on him as the lead. Not only that, but he’s been working on pulling the emotional expression out of me through that connection.
Anyways, in the little part of the video that I watched, Donnie was talking about how when you first connect with a partner you have to “melt the ice” a little bit. The man has to get through the defenses of the woman so that she will respond to his invitation. Even if you’ve only been apart for a little bit of time, there’s some “ice” that has built up that must be melted. This is a result of just the daily experiences and stresses of living. But through connecting, the ice can melt. You know it’s melted when you breathe together, the man begins to move, and the woman will settle on the hip in preparation to move. (This was in the context of Latin dancing, by the way).
Donnie explained that dancing in a partnership isn’t about the man dancing with the inconvenience of a woman that he has to push and pull here and there. He explained that 90% of the leads in the Rumba, say, are actually to stop the woman, not to start her. She will move, on her own, if only the man will allow her to do so. Suddenly, the dance becomes effortless, a physical, mental and spiritual joint experience.
And Donnie said one last thing that really stuck with me. He said that the only way to dance, was to dance. That just like the lyrics don’t make a song, the steps alone, don’t make a dance. Wow, I thought. This is why I do this. It’s about melting the ice, being connected, and dancing. This guy’s a freakin’ genius! No wonder he was a World Champion so many times. No wonder Ivan idolizes him. He’s got some good things to say.
So anyways, I had all this on my brain as I walked into my lesson. I’ve been thinking for a while now that it is important that Ivan back off a little, meaning that he not help me as much when we are dancing. Why? Well, because when he makes it possible for me to move when really I shouldn’t be able to, because on my own I’d be stuck, or off-balance, then I don’t get the kinetic feedback that something is amiss. I don’t have the opportunity to correct myself. Nor do I begin to build the muscle memory necessary to perform these movements properly. Also, it causes both of us to expend a lot of energy in the tension of the physical connection. And, I also realized, that I actually can’t move as well. There is a restriction I experience when the lead is too strong. The help Ivan is used to providing turns out to be a hinderance at this point.
But the thing is, that I think that it is probably just as hard for Ivan to back off as it is for me to step up and drive forward forcefully. But really, it is something we need to work on, I think, in our partnership, to improve the quality of our collective dancing.
Alright, so I began the lesson spewing all these thoughts out into the ethers, hoping that Ivan would “get” what I was blabbering on about. Lucky enough for me, he totally did!
We began with Rumba. And, we began with the simplest of actions, the hand connection at the start of the dance, but it was amazing. Why? Well, the whole point of the hand connection is to connect the body and the core. The hand connection translates into a connection beyond the physical, though it also includes the physical. In any case, this time, on this particular morning, I actually began by looking Ivan directly in the eyes. I actually allowed my defenses to come down for just a second. I became completely focused on Ivan, kind of the feeling I had when we danced with our eyes closed, when I had to rely on all my peripheral senses to follow his lead. But I discovered this morning that it is also possible to feel that expansiveness with eyes open. And magic happened: Ivan began to move toward me, and just like what had happened in the video of Donnie Burns, Ivan and I breathed together and I settled onto my hip before we began the first step. It felt as smooth and effortless a hot knife slicing butter.
And then, well, my usual programs began running. I messed up a step. Fell off of balance. I lost concentration and ergo connection. But Ivan wasn’t going to let me off the hook so easily. He was like, “You doing so well, then you gone again. You show me a little bit of your world, then you shut the window again. Why you shut the window?”
I didn’t have time to respond. Ivan grabbed my hand and pointed upwards. The studio where we were practicing is decorated like a beach get-away and there are a bunch of floaty rings and beach balls hanging from the ceiling. He pointed to one of the floating rings and said, “You only show me a little peep hole into your world. Why you do that? Your world is so bright and colorful. Share it.”
Inside, I was processing all this. Like, really, I thought, you actually want to see what’s going on inside me? You are actually interested? I have to come clear here and say that so much of my defenses and hiding have to do with not feeling good enough, feminine enough, pretty enough, and sexy enough to really be worth being seen. And, a lot of that has to do with my physical appearance. Like, I will connect and show myself to a point, the point where it is comfortable, the point where I’m still holding a person at arm’s length. I’m still blocking access to the inner sanctum of my essence, if you will, because I allow my personal demons and insecurities to get in the way.
But Ivan seemed so genuine, and we’ve been dancing together for like 10 months or so, and he’s become a trusted friend. If I were to let someone in, really in, wouldn’t he be a good choice? In the context of dancing, of course! So something inside me decided in that moment to just let go. And I did. And we connected. I’ve never looked that clearly, directly, and openly into Ivan’s eyes. You know, one of them is half a different color. Anyways, he’s always been there, been available. I’ve been the one not open. So when I decided to connect, really connect, he was right there ready for me.
“Wow.” I said.
Honestly, I don’t know that I can fully capture the feeling of that experience in words. All I can say, is that there was an entirely different quality to our movements. We were in unison. I could almost tell what he was going to do before he did it. I began to tear up. It brought up some emotion inside me. Perhaps because I felt vulnerable. Perhaps because it felt good.
I realized that one thing Ivan has always created the space for on our lessons was to actually enjoy the dancing. Like the time he grabbed my hand and put it on various parts of his body, even his butt! Saying, “Hello, I am Ivan.” And really letting me know that it was okay to touch him while we were dancing and playing the parts that are played on the dance floor. But again, I’d permissioned myself to only go so far. “Okay,” I thought, “I get now that it is okay to touch Ivan.” I still get a little shy about it now and then, but for the most part, I’ve accepted that he’s okay with me touching him. The part I held back on was actually allowing myself to enjoy it.
What do I mean by that? Well, I was keeping the experience at arm’s length, once again. Letting the touching be okay, but keeping it very aloof, very disconnected…what I was thinking was “professional” or “appropriate.” I didn’t actually let it be enjoyable. I kept that feeling at bay.
But here’s the thing….natrually, when we are touched, by something pleasant, like a feather, or another person gently, or like getting a massage or something….it feels good. It is natural for touch to feel good (when it is appropriate, safe, healthy, nice touch).
And yet there is a part of me that is like, for whatever reason I haven’t yet deciphered, that it’s not okay to enjoy this touch.
But the kicker is that the whole point of dancing is to feel and to actually enjoy it! People can sense when you are faking that, just going through the motions, and when you are actually feeling it, emoting it. I was blocking the very thing that brings meaning to my dancing! What’s up with that!?!?
I can’t tell you how many times Ivan has demonstrated this to me. He will show me what it is like to touch someone and to have them not react. It is disconnected, off-putting, unexciting. Part of what makes Ivan and Marietta’s dancing so mesmerizing is that they each respond to the touch of the other. They look at where they were touched, or express with their face and body how it felt to be touched. But me, I’m a cold fish. Poor Ivan is reacting to me, but I’m unresponsive as a raw potato. How annoying would that be to dance with?
But hey, I’m not all bad. Just today, I was more aggressive on my Rumba walks, and then I just made all sorts of breathing noises and faces during my cha-cha which to me felt over-the-top, excessive, loud, uncomfortable, and crazy, but to Ivan, well, he just said, “You make me so happy now!” Go me!
And heck, I’m opening up a little, at least. Ivan got a glimpse inside me. And the truth is, that I want to open the windows wide open. Inside, I want to just let spirit fly! I want to feel, and connect. I suppose that is why I even want to dance. And you know what, I’m on my way. I’m getting there. I’m getting closer and closer to that vision every time I practice.
Alas, there is still much to work on. But I’m reminded of this thing I saw on Facebook just the other day:
Well now. I’m deciding right this instant that I am a great dancer! I certainly have great passion for this medium. And well, maybe my inner great dancer is not yet fully expressed, but she’s in there, I just know it! She’s banging on the door to come out, and sometimes I even open it for her to play.
And yet, I know there is still more to be done. For instance, yesterday after my lesson with Ivan, I decided to stay and practice a bit. I popped on my headphones and was about to begin and this gorgeous blond lady walks in the studio. Seconds ago it had been people I knew, now there was this stranger, and she was lovely to boot. I was almost going to leave just because of that! I always feel like I don’t want to take up any of the floor space at a studio. It is one thing when on an actual lesson, but to just be by myself and practice…well, I don’t know if there are any “rules” about that, but I’d guess that couples with a teacher take precedence. And the studio was becoming more busy and crowded. Certainly I wouldn’t want to get in their way. But then, I cow myself in. I don’t go around the room in a big circle to practice my Samba walks or Rumba walks like I want to. Instead, I grab a little corner in the back, and even then I worry about being in the way of people trying to get to the bathroom, or the instructors getting to the office. I mean, like, couldn’t they um, just walk around me? I’m not that important. I’m not being disrespectful or obnoxious, right? Or am I? I ended up turning with my face to the back wall because I was so concerned about everyone else and what they might think of me that I had to physically turn myself around to block it out! Isn’t this insane? And also, it reveals to me that I’m not willing to hold my own space, to claim my spot on the dance floor. I had a realization that I really was being run by my need to look good (or rather, not look bad!), my need to be approved of, my need to be liked….and…get this….by people I didn’t even know! By people who probably weren’t even watching me! (But what if they were? Oh shut up you stupid little voice!) So what if they were! It’s crowded in my head sometimes, I tell you….
And sometimes it’s not. Like when I’m connected and just dancing….
And yet, in that instance, I was paralyzed. Yes, during my practice session, I did a little of this and a little of that, but I stopped myself from really feeling anything, really dancing full-out. For instance, I was touched by this one song, “Live Like You Were Dying” by Tim McGraw and wanted (inside) to dance really big and expansive. But did I? No. It kinda makes me want to cry, this editing, this blocking. Why do I do this to myself? Actually, who even cares? I do it now and it doesn’t serve me.
It’s time to change.
And I mean that on a lot of different levels.
And life is going to change…tomorrow. I’m moving houses which will mean a new environment and a fresh opportunity to claim and organize my new living space. Also, lots is going on “behind the scenes” for me emotionally, though dancing and other means. I’m having a lot of time to reflect, for introspection, especially during my long commute to work, and I’ve come to a few decisions about who I want to become in the coming days, weeks, months, and years, physically and mentally.
Remember that whole thing about being a broken record? Well, I’ve become one to myself. I’m sick of hearing myself say the same stupid things to myself about myself all the time. So it’s time to take action. A wise friend once told me, “If you want to change, you have to change.” Well, I want some changes, so I guess I must make the changes necessary to create them.
It’s way past time for me to stop the insanity, be who I am meant to be, and just let that be enough. It’s time to let my emotions shine though my dancing and to get out of my own way. It’s time for me to claim my space on the dance floor and to stop worrying about what everyone else is thinking. It’s time to really commit to creating the body I deserve and desire through choices that serve me each and every day. It’s time to stop squandering my days as if they are not numbered. It’s time to live a life I love, love the life I live, and love myself. It’s time to create myself anew.
And, you know what?
It’s time to melt the damn ice!