Cherry Saturday, May 13, 2017

 

Today is World Bellydance Day.  It’s also Frog Jumping Day but I figured you were all frogged out from last week, so shake that ungrooved thing. 

18 thoughts on “Cherry Saturday, May 13, 2017

  1. I feel oddly deprived, my first exposure to Belly dancing was old James Bond films when I was 8. As a dance form it is not my favourite, I prefer Flamenco and Kathak for the rhythm.

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  2. Missouri Star Quilt Co.’s daily deal talked about belly dancing as a way other women would help a pregnant woman in labor by dancing around her, helping to hypnotize her and encouraging her to mimic what they were doing to ease the pain of childbirth. I have no idea if it worked.

    My froggy would be of the in-stitching type. Rip-it.

    Happy weekend all!

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  3. I used to do some belly dancing. It’s a great exercise. And I have friend who learned it as a special surprise for her boyfriend–now that’s devotion.

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  4. I checked out the book, Snake Hips: Belly Dancing and How I Found True Love, by Anne Thomas Soffee, on a whim a few years ago. I liked it.
    Luckily the library had a belly dancing DVD or two so I learned some basics at home. I remember it as fun. And a decent, low impact workout. I wouldn’t mind trying a class sometime.

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    1. I have several belly dancing DVDs I’ve never watched. Perhaps the time is now . . .

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      1. I like being able to try things in the privacy of my own home. I actually haven’t checked in a long while, but the local library had a good assortment of dance dvds. I didn’t love hula or the format of the NYC Ballet workout, but it was easy to try. And so far all the dance instructions have had good stretches.

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  5. We’re having our annual hippie festival this weekend, so this is accurate.

    Though I tried taking a bellydancing class once and it was 45 minutes of learning how to twitch each butt cheek individually. I already knew how to do it, so that was kinda dull. Bellydancing sounds more exciting than it actually is.

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    1. I went to our annual hippie festival Saturday (the “Whole Earth Festival”) with my son. There were belly-dancers, but I didn’t see them until we were heading back to the parking lot.

      My own attempt at belly-dancing came to an abrupt halt when I fell down some stairs and injured my knee. I keep meaning to give it another try – the dancing, not the stairs.

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  6. We used to go to a Moroccan restaurant, you know, sit on cushions, eat with your hands (ick!) instead of utensils, and the belly dancers were good, but it was strange to be eye level with the navel.

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  7. Frogs, though —

    Our five-year-old pond frog vanished mysteriously the day before we used to see a great blue heron showing up in the back yard every few days. It was a dark time for us, so we went to an aquarium store and bought three tadpoles which disappeared under the water for months. But in October we saw first one small exploring frog, then a second, and several weeks later, a third.

    And this spring they’ve shown up again and we’re all better now. As long as the herons don’t come round again.

    Mmm — and back on topic, they haven’t done any belly dancing yet. 🙂

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  8. The only dance classes I’ve ever taken were hula and belly dance. Is it any wonder I tend to dance with my hips? I do find them both fun and good exercise, even if I’m not particularly adept at either form.

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  9. I bellydance and love it. Yes, belly dance was created by women to celebrate childbirth and womanhood. Today is Shimmy Mob day, when groups around the world dance to raise money for domestic violence awareness and victims.

    The bellydance style shown in films like James Bond are usually Egyptian. I dance in the American Tribal Style which is a little more “folkloric”. We wear flowers I our hair, lots of bangles, and pantaloons and long skirts to cover our legs (that God because mine are not what they used to be lol)

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  10. Many moons ago the protagonist in the book I was working on was a bellydancer. Don’t know what ever happened to that (unfinished) novel, but I made a great playlist with bellydance music that I still listen to sometimes even now.

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  11. On a different topic…I was re-reading “Strange Bedpersons” (1994), in which the heroine complains she never knows when the hero is going to act like a decent guy or yuppie scum–or, as you wrote, “…she never knew when he was going to be Alan Alda and when he was going to be Donald Trump.”

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