Welcome to round two of the International Women’s Day series where I introduce you to the three women that inspire me daily! Today’s post goes to Leyla from Women On The Road!
Hello everyone! Welcome! This year for International Women’s Day I decided to catch up with three of the women who inspired me to start this blog. I asked them a ton of questions about themselves, their experiences abroad and what they’ve learned over the years! A big thanks to Leyla, Lesley and Barbara for making time in their busy schedules to answer my questions!
Over the week I will post the answers from each woman daily!
And so. Without further ado, please read on and be inspired! Today’s post goes to Lesley Carter from Bucket List Publications!
A clattering sound sang out from the dishes as I swung them over the counter. Settling the precarious pile in my right hand onto the level plain I brought my left hand to bear. The weight of the dishes had my arm muscles taunt as I raced to unload.
For an instant I froze. Twin weights had dropped on my shoulders. The heat of a human touch burned through my skin. Every muscle twitched and a voice shrieked silently in my mind. I rushed to repress it. I’m in a safe place.
“Excuse me Allison,” said a kitchen worker as he snatched a plate from a shelf over my head. He smiled and turned back into the fray of the restaurant kitchen at noon.
The first time I saw men and women performing traditional dances in aboriginal regalia was at a tiny tot pow wow hosted in the gymnasium of my university. The event was a celebration of children. When the dancers first entered the gymnasium floor they danced in a wide circle, “flattening the grass” of the dancing area as their ancestors did before them. Then the different categories of dancers proceeded to astound and delight with light and sure feet. Like the deer, birds and butterflies they mimicked the dancers swiftly pranced and ducked. But they had nowhere to go in that gymnasium, no sun and sky to embrace so they circled and stayed close to the ground.
This time I was witnessing the dances in a small school theatre and the dancers seemed even more out of place than the gymnasium. The fancy shawl dancers twirling and fluttering like butterflies seemed caged in the confides of the stage.
Originally the dancers were to be hosted outside a school called Griffin Park, but rain drove them indoors to save their delicate regalia. Continue reading “National Aboriginal Day: June 21”