Fear on the dance floor

“I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain”

Litany against Fear – Dune Frank Herbert

A fearful Salsero has no place on the dance floor. Nor does he have the right to even claim the title of Salsero. It is never arrogance. It’s never a sense of Egotism. Just a sense of confidence. It is a calm serene confidence. A confidence that he can be gentle in is strength and strong in his kindness. A egoless confidence to be the giant on who’s shoulders greatness stands. He is the one from which beauty both enters and and stems from.

When I first started dancing, there were many women that I felt I had no business asking to dance. They were beautiful. They were sexy. They tore up the dance floor like nobody’s business. But it was a selfish, self-pitying attitude on my part. Why shouldn’t I give myself to these women? And as soon as I realized that I could ask these women to dance, it was sense of freedom.

The first time I danced with Salud in class, I was deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car. She is a beautiful, graceful and amazing dancer. She corrects, she teaches, but always gentle, always encouraging. And now, she’s one of my favorite dance partners.

If I lived in fear of these women, I would never have gotten to dance with some pretty amazing dancers – the petite firecracker, the one with the Epic Hips, the slinky one, my Bachatera, the one that’s so sweet I’m lucky that I don’t go into shock every time she says yes. Yes, these women make me dance well. They expect me to step up and push myself, but now instead of fear, I look in their eyes, their hips and take it as a challenge.

When I’m at the club and there’s a new dancer there smoking up the dance floor, hips flying I just turn to myself and say “I must not fear…” Then I go and ask her to dance.



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