I stopped going to my dance class
as they put the price up
and the teacher annoyed me
saying something about English
'not being my first language',
when we were going to do some creative writing
I don't look English, but I am English
I am the product of Italian immigrant parents
my English is good-and
I can't help the way I look!
it is wrong to assume things
and sometimes the group can be cliquey -
which also put me off
I bumped into the two hippy ladies that I chat to
and decided to go back
while the teacher is away on her hols-
one week, free dancing
then, drumming for 2 weeks
had giggle with hippy ladies
something about astronauts
(you had to be there)
they asked where I've been
and will I go to the drumming workshop
still pissed off with the teacher
may never go back(didn't say that to them)!
did the drumming workshop
a big, hairy lady, with the long, flowing skirt
and ethnic rugs
told us to
'connect our roots from our feet to the centre
of the earth-
connecting ourselves and our wombs'
I have no womb to connect- as I've had surgery
apparently, I still have the 'energy'
what do I want to drum for?
have no idea
just want to drum
I mumbled something about wanting to have fun
it was kind of serious, and earnest
we drummed for clarity and peace
we drummed for compassion
then we finally drummed for fun
we made some kind of racket
and I danced a bit
not sure if I will return...
who the hell knows?!
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