We never go somewhere by chance, but it is Destiny that guides us all. It is thanks to this that I met Rana, first the dancer, and after Rana my Sufi dance master, this to say my guide to the roots of the movement.
I have always loved dancing, it is a necessity of my body, a need that gives me freedom and joy, but one day I realized that I was looking for an explanation, in short, the essence and origin of all this.
My love for Iran, its music and dance, for Persian poetry and its connection to spirituality and Sufism… Fate brought me to my first seminar, August 2015.
Crest – it means being immediately touched by two things: a crossroads and a small hill, metaphors for my state of mind at this moment in my life; the need to make a choice and walk a path to rise.
To tell the truth, during this week, I had experiences that are difficult to explain in words; I wanted to go beyond my dance and I found myself facing myself: a soul that seeks itself. The road is long, the difficulties and obstacles are still there.
By living a seminar or a Sufi dance workshop the work is tiring and we know the fear, yes, the fear of vertigo, of falling, of vomiting the soul … That’s why we have to trust the master. Rana has always been at home to my body and mind with a look, a word, the silence that speaks; Even the presence of a (very important) group helped me. Sometimes I wanted to go to the end of the hill at a running pace, but you have to slow down and above all have humility (A beautiful lesson for me).
Only then can we understand how the physical preparation, the meditation, the eyes closed, the breaths, the heartbeat to the sound of the daf and the ney, led me to Samâ, to the sacred dance and then it is the pleasure of turning (“Find it, Tiziana!”), to be a magic lantern.
After my first seminar many things in my life have changed, Sama has now become my prayer and I still need my master who I know is there.
On the way, with my skirt and my daf, I am listening…