David was another reluctant dancer. A fifth grader, new to the school, he was pretty hostile to both teachers and students. A loner, he swore, picked fights, and lashed out at whoever was nearby. David blossomed late in the year as a dancer — inside a full-length stretchy bag. From the safe anonymity of the bag, his fears about moving with others fell away, as he created the ominous shapes of a forbidding tree in a Native American legend. When performance time finally came, he danced both in the bag and outside the bag. Thrilled about joining the dance, he invited both family and friends to the performance — and his mother brought me flowers the next day.
Mary // Apr 22, 2010 at 8:21 pm
Meg, I love what you’re sharing here about how dance – movement of any kind – affects these kids perceptions of themselves and how they interact with others. It’s beautiful. The amazing thing is – the same is true of adults who let themselves finally dance.
Keep up the good work! I’ll be visiting more often.
megrm // Apr 22, 2010 at 9:26 pm
Thanks for coming by! Yes, dance is a magical medium, no matter the age. And no matter the experience — I enjoyed your truckers dancing as you came across the country!
Kathleen Kingsley // Apr 30, 2010 at 7:42 am
Brilliant! The power of dance is the gift of transformation.
megrm // Apr 30, 2010 at 7:57 am
Thanks for your thoughts & feedback, Kathleen!