So I am officially at that point when I can say I have reached my first plateau. It is always exciting when you learn something new and begin to try new techniques and discover you are capable. It is another thing entirely when you finally have enough exposure to begin to recognize the scope of this new skill set. This is that point in which frustration, disappointment, and ego show up at the party uninvited. This is also when you realize patience didn’t get a damned invite either.
I have been taking belly dance from Cybelle since November and this past weekend I had the privilege of taking a workshop from Asharah. Both of these instructors and superb performers practice the Suhaila format in their instruction. Cybelle has been teaching us at the beginner’s level where as the Asharah workshop was potentially too advanced for me at this point. I can shimmy, I can maya. However, don’t ask me to walk while I do either of these things! I also have a hard time understanding technical dance language. I have no regrets about the exposure to all of these new things, as I said; I need to invite patience to the party.
My latest chapter started yesterday when our zills arrived and we had a whole class devoted to blue fingertips and cacophony. One more skill in a set whose borders I have yet to define. I imagine this takes a lifetime to master.
All this said I went through a similar process while practicing Aikido. I am still surprised at how much dance and martial arts share in the learning process. I wish I had found another dojo that made me feel as welcome and happy as my first, but alas. I still utilize a lot of Aikido in my private practice when I am stretching and strengthening myself. My delving into Yoga has also been beneficial to my new discipline. There is something to be said for a multidisciplinary approach to a new art.
I am looking forward to seeing where this goes and that point in which my first performance no longer seems to be running off beyond the horizon.