I recently re-joined my hula class after a long time away from it and, although I’ve forgotten some things, I managed fairly well. My kumus (teachers) are always helpful and encouraging, and it wasn’t long before I felt I belonged there again. I could go into raptures about how much I love the dance, the music, the meaning of each gesture; suffice it to say that hula lifts and inspires me.
Back when I was going every week, long before my knee replacement and then knee revision, DCIS, and so on; I was able to dance in shows. I was proud to be allowed to dance with my kumus and other fellow dancers. Now that I am back again, I am slowly doing better.
I have great respect for hula and understand how important it is to do the movements and gestures as taught to me. Each placement of fingers, hands, arms, hips, legs, feet; all have special meaning. In order to do the dance, you must respect the dance. And although I consider my kumus to be friends, I respect their time and knowledge when I go to their studio to learn and dance.
One of their students, who normally attends a class at another time than I do, showed up on a Saturday when I take my lesson. She has been dancing for quite a while, and is one of these people who seem to want to run everything. People like her assume that their version of leadership trumps the kumus who know so much more about the dance than she does.
Ever meet someone and have an instant like or dislike for them? There’s no rhyme or reason to it; it just is. Although I was annoyed that this person was taking up a lot of time asking the kumus to do the same dance over and over again (there is a show coming up), it was really none of my business. Since I am pretty much starting over in hula after a long absence, I took a break and leaned against the wall and just watched the dance.
Just watching is a learning experience, and I learned a lot. And let’s face it, there are a lot of clueless folks out there who think that the world revolves around them. How do I know this? Because I was one of them not so long ago. I am far from perfect and, although I didn’t appreciate this woman and her attitude, she has a right to do her own thing as I do.
So, I pulled open my mental file drawer, and dropped my perceptions into my folder labeled “Business; None of Mine.”
Works for me!