Last January I posted my experience in trying to go back to dancing hula again. At that time, I found I needed a knee revision as my knee replacement was failing. So much for any type of dance. Also I have shoulder issues (no rotator cuffs on either shoulder) that, if I’m not careful, I can have some painful twinges. Ah well, you live with it and do what you can. So I reluctantly left hula, hoping for the day that I could come back to it.
Well—that day was yesterday! I danced with my teachers, and was amazed that, after all that time away, there were dances I could remember. I learned some new ones as well, and can’t wait to dance again. Sure, my shoulders complained by the time we were done, but it was worth it.
I had forgotten how these beautiful dances could touch my heart. My teachers are not only patient and encouraging, but they help me understand what each dance means. Hula is all about history, people, customs, stories, grace and beauty. When dancing hula, I forget my age, my physical issues; all is lifted up by the grace and joy of hula.
I can’t explain my love and attraction to hula, in fact all things Hawaiian; perhaps I danced it each day in another life. If you like hula and watch the Merrie Monarch festival (check it out on you tube), you will see fabulous dances. Dancers can be little kids, teenagers, young men and women as well as older men and women.
It has been a long journey back to hula, but finally, I am here and loving it all over again.
*”Thank you” in Hawaiian.