What was I doing when I was 16?

Probably not what most American girls were!  My best friend's Mom worked at a place called the Hukelau.  It was a beautiful tropical restaurant with a Polynesian floor show like I'd never before seen.  We ate dinner and watched this magnificent combination of Island Culture come to life. 

From the Hawaiian Hula to theTahitian Salute, the Maori Poi balls, Samoan Seeva, and the ever so mezmerizing Fire Dance was a feast for the senses.  Why did I not learn about this in school?

This was enlightening to me.  No, it wasn't the average kids dream to learn the hula, or twirl fire sticks around, put on a grass skirt and sway my hips, but let me tell you this...  it is something that I am so proud and privilaged to have learned. 

The concept of telling a story with your hands while following with your eyes and hips is an artful talent.  It speaks to coordination and grace. 

Although I did play Volleyball, I was a Clutz!  I loved the piano, but it didn't love me.  I sang, but I sang out of key.  The Hula was meant to be, so I pursued it.

I studied and practiced twice a week with shells on, loving every minute of it. 

Later I became an Instructor and taught 60 students how to dance the Hula.  I studied under the best of the best and tried to pass on what I learned.  To this day I still practice when I can.  It's relaxing, rejuvinating, and great exercise.

If you have never seen a Polynesian show or been to Hawaii make the effort to treat yourself, you'll be glad you did.