Even while I was busy with the Renaissance, I also delved into many forms of ethnic dance. In college I studied dance as part of my major and after trying many styles, developed a more pressing interest in Middle Eastern and flamenco. However, when I took Polynesian dance, it spoke to me. I can’t explain how I knew it was the art form for me, but it moved me as no other form has to date.
One of my kumu hula (dance teacher) from the Big Island, upon first meeting me, asked me what island I was from. I told him I was born on the mainland and he corrected me, saying no, I was an old soul and in one of my lives I was Hawaiian. I guess you could say that explains my affinity for the Hawaiian culture as much as anything else – when I’m in Hawaii or I dance, it feels like home. Dancing in a company for 15 years, I studied Hawaiian, Tahitian and Maori dance. I was even asked to be my kumu hula’s alaka’i (rather like an assistant dance teacher), though I got immediately
pregnant (not because of being an alaka’i, obviously) and that curtailed hula. I still desperately miss it, but it isn’t in my cards for the foreseeable future. I guess that means I’ll have to just spend a lot more time in Hawaii to make up for it!
I’ve leapt horses over fences riding English-style. I’m scuba certified for water, I’ve gone spelunking in underground caves and hiking in the forests. I’ve canoed down a stream, while bending backwards, to avoid a cottonmouth snake in an overhead branch. I’ve chased away several bears. I’ve sprained my ankle in the Tower of London. I was a cheerleader who braved crowds of thousands even though I’m an introvert. I’ve delighted in holding sparklers and watching fireworks set off in the backyard off of a country road. I married my first love. I’ve met the celebrated and well-known. I think visiting National Parks and Monuments is one of the greatest gifts the American people have (I think last count I’ve visited 37). I sew, I dance, I play games, I cook, I garden, I mother, I nurture, I plan, and I dream. I’m more than just a pretty vintage face. But never fear. This isn’t a farewell, I’ve-lost-my-interest-in-vintage, adieu. Far from it. I love my vintage life and will bore you with it for quite a while to come. But we are all more than we are in the moment. We have all evolved into who we are today. And I know my evolution won’t end any time soon.