Surviving a Hiatus
The Importance of Stopping to Search
for Your Authentic Next Move
By Shemiran Ibrahim
“
Even lovers need a holiday, far away, from each other.
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Peter Cetera; lead singer of Chicago
When I started writing an article about doing nothing, the first page was empty for months! I had this idea to write about burnout and the ensuing break that often follows, but it all seemed so intangible that I’ve been stuck on even starting until now. It’s needed time to chrystalise in my mind before coming out onto paper. And in essence, funnily enough, that is exactly what happens in a hiatus.
You might think; what is this good for? I want to read about Belly Dance, about performing, learning, teaching, doing. I don’t want to read about stopping. About taking a break. About nothingness. Bear with me and you just might find a treasure inside the madness.
The reason why I feel like writing an article about hiatus is because I’ve been inside one for some time now in relation to my dancing. It hasn’t made sense; after all, I love the dance. It has been painful; as in the words of Adabella Radici “Stifling an urge to dance is bad for your health - it rusts your spirit and your hips”. At times it has been scary; the unknown always is. It has also been frustrating; “When will it end? Will it ever end?”
Here, have a quick taste of a hiatus;
Uncomfortable, isn’t it? Weird. Doesn’t make sense. Odd. Unknown. Unfathomable. Seemingly useless. It looks like a mistake, like it shouldn’t be there. Maybe the editor missed it. Shouldn’t it be filled with noisy words? Fancy putting a blank space inside an article!
Indeed, fancy putting a blank space inside a life.
Our culture is so ‘doing’ obsessed it has forgotten the necessity of nothingness. Of space. Of silence. Of time to brew; give me the tea bag please, no need to mess around with tea leaves - they take too long to infuse and are too hard to clean up. Fast, clean, tidy and sensical thank you very much. It’s interesting, a traditional Middle Eastern host never offers their guests tea made of tea bags; “It’s not real tea” they would protest. They know that real flavor takes time to come out.
In this fast tracked culture no wonder we freak out when faced with a natural rhythm of creation; a break, a pause, a fallow time, a gestation period. Farmers know of the absolute imperativeness of a fallow period. After a number of crop rotations on a certain plot, they give the land a break for a season to regenerate with goodness. To fuel up. To prepare once again to birth a harvest. The wisdom of Mother Earth has taught them that not heeding a burnout is reckless, and in the long term futile.
Burnouts happen for all sorts of different reasons. My performing burnout came about with thanks to the affect dancing in the cabaret scene had on me. The restaurants, the function centres, the birthday parties. The audience’s expectation of the dancer was out of synergy with how I view the dance. And the competitive nature of the scene put a sharp edge on interactions with fellow dancers, which to my dismay made sisterhood fly out the window in many occasions. This is not about berating cabaret, not at all. Like everything else it has its good aspects. But at the end of the day, cabaret suits some dancers and really doesn’t suit others.
So with a bad taste in my mouth I stopped. Little did I know of the well of emotions brewing right under the surface. So much so I needed to go to counseling for a while to get my head straight. The break gave me some breathing space to do that, to get perspective from a distance.
Performing in the cabaret scene had brought up some demons that needed to be addressed, but also some desires that needed to be heard. After giving the demons time to come out to the light and be understood, the desires had a chance to emerge. Authentic desires. Desires of the heart. Again they weren’t clear to begin with; nothing seemed to be clear in hiatus land. There were more questions than there were answers. But they were really good questions; what do I want from my dancing? What does it look like? What music moves my soul? What do I want to wear and how do I want to look? If cookie cutter cabaret is not for me, what shape is my authentic dance going to take?
I remember a teacher once saying that there are three stages to learning our dance; the beginner stage when everything is new and exciting, when you are in love. Nothing can make you think badly of your lover. Followed by the intermediate phase when you are ferociously devouring more and more knowledge and you are working on your craft. Then comes the last stage; the one where you become your own dancer. You find your own style, your authentic dance self. She said that preceding the move from one stage to the other can be painful and wrought with fear and confusion. Growing pains are never pretty.
So, as I cleared my head of what needed to be dealt with I could hear the murmurs of my heart more clearly, and it was demanding of me to find my authentic dance. My authentic steps. My authentic essence. One of the major benefits of learning improvisational Belly Dance is to aid in this search for your authentic dance artistry. (For information on how to improvise there are some very useful articles on the subject here at General Belly Dance Information
I’m thankful now for the hiatus I have experienced. It has made me appreciate my dance as more of what it really is – an artistic expression. And like any artist, dancers learn their craft and model their expression on others until they find their own wings and create their true self-expression. This is where the question of authenticity comes in.
Rollo May, writer of The Courage to Create, explains that “Down through the ages, authentically creative figures have consistently found themselves in.... a struggle”. Sarah Ban Breathnach adds “But is it the struggle to create or to stay blocked because we fear where the creative life will lead?” Sometimes in the hiatus I have felt blocked, and still do. Moving my dance to a space of authentic self-expression takes courage, for sure.
Breathnach continues in her brilliant book “Simple Abundance”; “’Write the truest sentence you know’, Ernest Hemingway encourages the writer in you. Paint the truest image you can render. Wait all day with camera poised to capture the five-second sliver of light. Express the rage and range of raw emotion through your dialogue. Convey passion’s power with the curve of your dancer’s body honed through discipline and denial. Set the angel free when you carve. Make the heavens weep when you compose”.
It is like this with our dancing. Sometimes we forget that we are artists. Dancers create moving art. And sometimes artists need to take time off from creating in order to brew their next phase. Breathnach elaborates “But in order to be true to a creative work, the artist must journey to the centre of the self. Past the conscious sentries in the brain, beyond the barbed wire barricades of the heart, into the trenches of truth or dare”.
A hiatus allows the time and space for that journeying within, for that authentic exploration. So if you are faced with a burnout that demands a hiatus, I hope this article helps you take a leap of faith into its darkness, inspired by Milton Erickson’s words "Enlightenment is always preceded by confusion." And after finding the treasure that lies within, you will be able to reemerge from the chrysalis reincarnated.
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Shemiran Ibrahim