Dancing and the Spirit
I
am not the person who is singing
I am the silent one inside. . . .
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only stops along my way. . . .
—Paula Cole, “Me”
I am the silent one inside. . . .
I am not my house, my car, my songs
They are only stops along my way. . . .
—Paula Cole, “Me”
They asked me to come and see the
dancing and how they pass on to the young ones the traditional Acholi dances
and music. I kept postponing it! I finally got there! The whole village was
present it would seem! People up on the hills, some seated on the ground, some
standing. They gave me a stool to sit on. There were drums, large calabashes,
and other musical instruments made from cow horns, string, wood and cow skins.
The dancing began! Every dance had a meaning! The waist movement, the songs,
the screams! I was Loving it! One of them asked me if I can try one of the
waist movements! Yea man ,I from Trinidad allyuh ent know we know how to wine
or what? The original throw yuh wais crew! Ha! Well well needless to say I have not but a clue how
they do what they do! Madam, relax, be here, be right here, now now! Feel it
Find the place where you lose yourself! Connect with the spirit! Remember
consciousness is free, consciousness is free. Well well, I am learning lessons
in the middle of the mud and water in front of a house in a village! How
awesome is that?
Absolutely
grateful to experience the dancing and celebration today and the passing on to
the young ones! Awesomeness all round! Peace!!
So what did I learn today?My dancing feet are nothing without the spirit within!
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