My upper shoulder pinches. No matter how often I rotate my head around and around to stretch out the pinch–tightness is always there. When I watch dancers perform, specifically, ancient hula dancers, I wonder, do their muscular shoulders ever bother them? I met a male hula dancer once while waiting for the next flight out. His halau, (hula dance school) was going to perform at the prestigious, yearly hula event held on the Big Island of Hawaii, the Merrie Monarch Festival. Hoping to win again, the dancers planned to honor Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire and volcanoes. They follow tradition and call for her blessings with prayer chants, ancient hula dances and traditional flower leis held near Pele’s home, the Halema’uma’u volcano crater.
I pause my neck rotations when I read the goddess is Ka wahine ‘ai honua or “earth-eating woman.” Earth-eating sounds like a volatile temper tantrum. If this shoulder pinch fails to vamoose soon, I may follow in Pele’s flow and cause small wailing eruptions. A few days later, I find Pele favored the male hula dancer’s halau. Top awards, two years in a row.
~and we danced for our Goddess…
he was born to dance
each muscle heed his commands
men hula dancers
trapezius strain unknown
kissed by the goddess
Short Prose Inspiration: Līgo Haībun Challenge ~ “And We Danced…”.
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