avivahg sums up the rest of our weekend well. The only thing I forgot to mention before was that we went to Ascension on Thursday, where netherswandust was kind enough to play “Ilaria”, by The Violet Burning, the CD of which I snuck up to her unbeknownst to my wife. avivahg was suitably surprised and pleased. Part of our online wooing, back before we had met in person, consisted of sending each other MP3s of songs we loved. “Ilaria” was one that I sent her.
Come sail your ships into my shore…
So Sunday was the second bellydance show I’ve been to, and I really like what I’ve seen. Bellydance is both a beautiful artform and the most exquisite expression of the feminine I think I’ve ever seen. I’ve never been to a strip club, but I doubt that a buxom topless dancer in a G-string could ever hope to match the explicit sensuality of a fully-costumed bellydancer. Bellydance says Woman in a way few other modes of expression can match. And the wonderful thing is that it doesn’t favor certain body styles – curvaceous, well-padded women and stick-thin waifs are shown off to equally gorgeous effect.
Of course, watching the show yesterday I started to dream of seeing bellydancers in what my mind’s eye thinks of as their native environment… a big tent or canopy on a warm summer night, with huge, thick rugs strwn with sweet-smelling flower petals covering the ground, reclining on soft cushions, the air redolent with the scent of incense and fresh jasmine, watching the dancers as live musicians played traditional instruments. I wonder if that can be found anywhere…?