s the sun sets in the distance, red and violet over blue mountain peaks, mists fall down upon the valley. Silhouetted against the myriad colors of sunset are the shapes of women. Strong women, powerful and mysterious, moving in time to a drumbeat as old as the land. Stepping and turning in a conversation of movement and rhythm, all moved by one simple driving force, the love of the dance. One turns, the next dips, another spins with joyous abandon. All are different, in face and feature, in shape and texture. But all are one with the dance. Bodies shaking and shimmying, snapping and bouncing, then all moving sinuously together to an ancient taqsim.
gain come the drums and all move together, to a common goal, to a common cause... to share the dance, and the love of the dance with all who would take the moment to watch and listen.
Join us in our exultation... Join us in our acceptance and appreciation... Join us for peace and mindfulness... It doesn't matter why; just join us...as we become one in the Mountain Mirage.
