Like I have said before…
I love dancing when I am able to do my own thing. Now I have been dancing actively for at least ten years in my own crazy style. This style is usually referred to as terrible-but-because-she-seems-to-have-a-good-time-we-let-her-get-away-with-it.
It was generally in a class of its own. It is a mix of Riverdance and contemporary and maybe even some inflexible ballet with a bit of stomp and then some yoga moves put into it.
Then I realized it was like I had been speaking in tongues to a tongue that actually existed in a land far away. You know, the story of the woman who clicked when being baptized by the Holy Spirit but didn’t realize it was an earthly language until she saw a National Geographic special on television. She got the language from Heaven but found it could be used on earth too. Using a fancy Greek term this is known as xenoglossia compared to glossolalia which is a heavenly tongue only.
Well, to keep the analogy running–that is my dancing a xenoglossia phenomenon or xenoχορός which is my made up term for foreign dancing.
I thought it was heavenly or at least personal but found out it could be used on earth. Because basically my entire life until now I have been dancing like a Tswana person without ever having seen a Tswana person dance.
So going to my first African braii (Barbecue) and dancing with the family and friends I found that I had only been practicing to dance with these people. I knew the national dance of Botswana; I’d been doing it unknowingly my whole life! It felt like coming home.
And now you’d like some pictures of the blessed event. Am I right?
Please notice even in that last photo that everyone else has stopped dancing to look at pictures. Everyone else but me and one cousin…
Folks, I have found my dancing soulmates.