26 August

My Belly Dancing Album, Love, Magic, Friendship, Art. It Was So Beautiful It Was Healing

by Jon Katz

I rarely get to see Maria and the Bennington Beledi dancers, and we both worried I was too sick with Covid to go and help out. But as it turned out, seeing Maria dance was the healthiest thing I’ve done. I feel strong and healthy, and eager to get on with life.

Belly Dancing was a shock to me, not that I had any great misconceptions about it, but it just didn’t cross my radar much. When I heard it mentioned, it was usually men leering at the idea of partly naked women dancing for them. When Kitty Farnham, a close friend of ours and a long-time belly dancer (now retired), told us there was a belly dancing performance we ought to see, we decided to go. We both were shocked, delighted, and hooked.

Belly dancing has nothing to do with men and what they might want or not want; it is all about women who want to come out as independent, proud of their bodies, and willing to work hard and closely with others to master an ancient, complex, rule-bound and quite an exotic form of dancing. It is tough to belly dance; it takes years of hard work, cooperation, and learning.

In my mind, Maria was the last person in the world to show her belly in public, not that it’s such a big part of belly dancing. It is the only part of a dancer’s body that is seen, and that is not an accident. But it is also an affirmation, saying, “I will define myself and be proud of myself, no matter how big or small my belly is. Nobody will tell me how to look.”

 

Maria reacted as if she had been waiting for this opportunity her whole life. The teachers – Julz, a fiercely gifted and independent teacher, blogger, chef, and businesswoman, and Kathleen, patient and open – taught Maria will warmth and honesty.

She has done it every week for five years, pandemic or not (they went virtual), and practices every day of her life. She says she has a lot to learn, but Thursday, I was proud and excited to see how well she fit in, how well she did, and how brave and determined she is. Belly Dancing was a great gift to her; she understood who she was through it.

For me, it is just wonderful to watch. I love everything about it, the syncing, the sense of comradeship, and the music itself, which is, at times, warm, exciting, surprising, and touching.

Seeing these remarkable women worked so beautifully together last night was a gift to me, and Covid disappeared from my conscious, and in many ways, from my body. I could feel it.

I put up three videos on YouTube, which can be seen on my channel here. Take a look if you want to see what I saw. Here, I’m posting five portraits I took with my Leica last night with my new Leica 2 camera (is it still new?).

I was tasked with taping the event, so I didn’t have time for the close-ups I’d like to take of the dancers if they permit it.

 

 

I’ve also added six still pictures I took that I think and hope to capture the night’s feel. I hope you enjoy them. I want to do more.

Dress and style are a huge part of belly dancing. Maria and other dancers work hard on their skirts, headpieces, zills, necklaces, colorful brassieres, and make-up. Maria has never worn make-up a single day of her life, but we ran to the Dollar Store yesterday to get some for tonight.

Belly dancing is part of a culture with rich traditions; it is also being reconsidered to move it more directly into contemporary culture and draw new dancers. The group welcomes new members. But it’s hard to see how they will change, the Beledi dancers seem to love the form so much, and it shows.

 

 

Last night was the group’s first performance for outsiders in three years. I see that they loved it, worked hard at it, and believed it made their dancer sharper. The feeling was powerful, both uplifting, affirming, and beautiful. These are robust but compassionate women; they work together weekly without tension, jealousy, or cruelty. It makes me feel hopeful to see them.

 

 

Below is my partial photo album from last night. The photos speak for themselves and show the dancers’ closeness and connection with one another. The music has so much spirit. I forgot to bring my tripod; the light was fading, but I did all right. This is a part of our culture that should be captured and documented.

 

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Thanks for sharing this moment with me.

25 August

Big Day, Thursday, August 25, Maria’s Belly Dancing Performance, Covid Lullaby, Babies And Moms -New Flowers Popping Up

by Jon Katz

A big day here at Bedlam Farm: Maria’s belly indomitable belly dancing troupe is performing this evening at the Bennington Museum, two performances an hour apart. We’re going together; I’ve been tasked with taking a video.

Maria went to a rehearsal last night and says she’s in good shape to dance, with no exhaustion or joint aches. She is leaving Covid behind.

I’m making progress also, although I’m a bit behind her. I still can’t taste anything and need to rest in the afternoon. But my sleep apnea events have declined to almost nothing; my blood sugar has returned to normal; these are both signs of the virus receding.

I took two sets of photos this morning, one with the Iphone and one with the Leica 2. I’ll put them both up this morning; two lovely ways to look at flowers. The Leica shots are softer and quieter but just as beautiful. I haven’t missed a day of pictures.

(Above, a newborn baby Red Begonia)

They make great partners.

Complete Covid recovery, I’m told, can take anywhere from two weeks to several months to a year or so.  Aftereffects can go on forever. At this rate, I should be in good shape by next week at the latest. I’m taking it easy this weekend and resuming my regular work schedule next week.

The Mansion residents are having a blast at the county fair. I am very happy to hear it.

One group went yesterday; another is at the fair today. Thanks for making this possible for them. Beads, feathers, and metal objects are making their way to Sue Silverstein at Bishop Gibbons for her incredible art program. I’ll be there to see for myself next week, fortunately,

Fortunately, I can do much of my work at home, and I have no trouble writing and taking pictures.

In the morning, I feel pretty normal; the afternoons and evenings are a little more unpredictable.

This is a big night for Maria and the group, wonderful people who love dancing and consistently support one another. This is strong women at their best. I’m excited to be going, and I can always go and rest in the car if I wear out.

I went out to check on my flowers, and it’s mother and child day out there,, begonias and zinnias and sunflower babies popping up.

 

 

I call these sunflower photos mother and child. The small burst of yellow is a newborn sunflower, less than one day old. The existing flower seems to be watching over the baby.

 

 

Up close, the baby sunflower looks astonishing, unraveling right before my eyes.

 

 

The red flowers stand out; they soak up the sun and glow.

 

 

This one is exploding; Maria had to come out and pull me into breakfast. I was lost in the garden.

23 August

Maria’s Going To Her Belly Dancing Performance, No Matter What. Come And See The Head Scarf She Made

by Jon Katz

When I mentioned to Maria that I might sneak over to the County Fair to see the Mansion residents, she threatened my life.

When she said she was planning on going to her Belly Dancing Performance at the Bennington Museum Thursday evening,  I said, “of course  you are, and you should.”

I’m not sure what this says about either of us, except that we are perhaps a little crazy in a way that works for us. We know when to slow the other down and when to lift the other up.

I’m sure it would be wiser for her to stay home. She is still weak and shaky, especially in the afternoon, and a sane person would urge her to skip this. But as many people point out, nobody has ever confused me with sane.

Belly dancing is not just about dancing for Maria; it is also about liberation, identity, and a great coming out of self. In belly dancing, Maria discovered who she is, which has been a powerful and beneficial tonic. Of course, she should go.

There is no way I could stop her if I wanted to.

She spent hours this week making a head scarf, and we agreed that she should dance for as much or as little as possible. Her fellow dancers are extraordinarily empathetic and supportive; they will keep a close eye on her.

She came into my office and said she was nervous she might screw up, and I told her to embrace the Liz Chaney idea – by screwing up, she would be reborn and be nothing but a hero. Another profile in courage. Sometimes in life, you have to show up.

 

She told me I shouldn’t go, but that will not fly. We’re going to go together; I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Two performances in a couple of hours, 15 minutes for each one. She will need somebody to drive her home, I bet.

She is her cheerleader now, and belly dancing has much to do with it.

15 February

Testing Negative: Back To Belly Dancing

by Jon Katz

Last week, a dancer in Maria’s belly dancing class was tested positive for Covid-19. Maria had been dancing with her through much of the course.

We both canceled our appearances at the Mansion this week, and Maria used one of those testing kits to see if she had the virus. She was negative, and tomorrow, she’s returning to her class, which she loves dearly.

I need to be careful where I go around the pandemic; people at the Mansion and Bishop Maginn High School are vulnerable. But we are also all moving carefully towards normalcy.

I’ll be at the Mansion later in the week or early next week, and Maria will be in belly dancing class tomorrow.

My Amish neighbor Moise had asked me to drive him to the hospital for surgery this morning, but a neighbor said it was easier for her to go with him since the doctors had her number for the emergency number.

I hope he is well.

I didn’t miss getting up early this morning to drive to a nearby hospital. Tomorrow, I’ll stop by to check on Moise, it was a fairly routine procedure, and I’m sure he’s doing all right.

I had some strange feelings during my meditation or quiet hour. Some disturbing images frightened me, but I thought my way through them.

I also have this idea to surprise Maria with a one or two-day visit to a beautiful nature center a couple of hours from there.

They offer “tree walks,” where people can walk with naturalists and guides through a forest and talk about the trees and the plants they find.

I found a young man online who gave the tours and sounded friendly, sensitive and well trained.

She will call him tomorrow and see if she wants to go. If she goes and likes it, perhaps we can return together. In the Spring, when the ice and snow are gone, it will be easier for me to walk in the woods again.

Maria’s love of nature has become strong, powerful, and beautiful. I would be happy to give her this gift. Nature is an enormous element in her beautiful work.

In return, she wants to pay for me to go to Boston for a one-day Leica class and seminar.

She is calling Alex, the nature guide,  tomorrow.

The Leica gift would be lovely. She could come to Boston, and we could stay one night in Boston; she could hit some museums while I was in class. Sounds like some beautiful Spring trips.

12 December

Portrait: Maria Heads Off To Her Belly Dancing Hafla, Leaving Her Very Proud Husband Behind

by Jon Katz

In Arabic, the word Hafla means party,  belly dancers around the world call their gatherings haflas. A hafla can be large or small, most belly dancing gathers are small because there aren’t many belly dancers in the U.S.

Every Christmas, Maria’s small dancing group in Bennington, Vt. has a hafla to celebrate Christmas. Today’s hafla called together the dancers in Maria’s group and welcomes Christmas. Visitors and husbands are not invited. I’d love to see Maria and the others dance, but I respect their tradition: it’s just for them, it is not about making men happy.

It is their time to gather and celebrate each other and their music – they are a very close-knit group – and Maria spent hours doing something she almost never does – getting her make–up and jewelry and clothes right.

I think that she must really love these people (she does) because no one else could get her to do that at gunpoint.

I was shocked when Maria came out to pose for a headshot (something she also rarely does), and I was impressed and delighted to see her in her belly dancing gear. She looks so different, yet her spirit shines through.

The group is a collection of remarkable women who love to dance, they love one another, and they love the empowerment and confidence that belly dancing has brought them. They are all amazing people, wedding to an ancient rite that was created by and for women.

Belly dancing has been one of the best moves Maria has made since I’ve known her. She is not somebody to show her belly to people, when she gets her belly dancing clothes on, these old inhibitions and neuroses vanish.  Belly dancing has bough out the spirit in her.

She has wonderful and loving teachers in the group and has made great friends there.

I believe her entry into belly dancing five or six years ago has accelerated her transformation into strength and meaning that has continued. I am proud to be completely supportive of what she has done. Joining this group was one of her best ideas ever. She has loved every minute of it from the first day.

I hope I get to see her dance again, but more than that, I am happy for her and proud of her for finding what she needs and working so hard at it. Belly dancing is difficult, it takes years of training and commitment.

Maria has never wavered, she practices every day. When she gets home we’ll celebrate with two kinds of Japanese soup from a Bennington restaurant. She’s bring them home. The make-up will be gone by dinnertime.

Bedlam Farm