So tonight, I lift a glass to my ol’ hip… (or if not a glass, a Tramadol). It’s been a good hip, grown two amazing souls, been the source of endless dancing pleasure and supported me now for half a century. It’s time for my to go to hip heaven… Hip Hip Hooray! (Just kidding- surgery sucks, but I’m told the pain-free existence afterwards is well worth it. I’ll let you know.)
’s been 22 days since my hip replacement surgery, and the hardest part is slowing down. I want to be healed. I want to dance, to stretch, to slide into bed without tweaking pain, to sleep on any side I choose. I want to jump into the ocean and then slide into a hot bubble bath.
t is an interesting journey to replace a hip as a belly dancer. My hips have been the source of so much luscious beauty and pleasure over the decades. Wrapped in silks and jewels, my hips have been a volcanic source of power for me; a juicy hip circle swivels, a slow curve traces a shape in the air, a vibrant shimmy raises the energy to a fever pitch until I feel like I’m sizzling with a slow burning tantalizing fire, but not a fire that burns and destroys, a fire that ignites secret dreams and creates stories where there were none before. My hips have held life like an incantation bowl holds dreams, creating space for souls to grow and dreams to manifest. My hips have been a treasure chest of glittering treasures more magnificent than I could ever dream, full of untold sensual dreams and sumptuous pleasures….
