I USED TO FOLK DANCE A LOT…THEN MET MY WIFE, WHO GREW UP NOT DANCING AT ALL! MAYBE WHEN I’M OLD AND GREY I CAN START AGAIN IN THE BEGINNERS’ CLASS!
Lately, the world has been telling me to dance.
It started with the Sufi night at Shah Jamal, which is the tomb of Sufi Saint Baba Shah Jamal. This was trance dance and for me a mostly spectator sport. Every Thursday evening a combination of drumming, hashish smoke and spin dancing Sufis (plus many sweaty men and their accumulated body odor) fill the tiny tomb. Our small party sat on the marble floor on what appeared to be either the roof or just an open, upper platform to witness the drum and dance duo. It was intense! The drumming didn’t really ever appear to begin or end but instead rose and fell in waves that tumbled over one another – when you think it’s ending, it’s beginning or somewhere in the middle, and soon your lost in sounds, which I suppose may be the whole point. Then the Sufis begin to dance…
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