This is always an interesting time of the year in Victoria. People are running about getting all of their Christmas shopping done. The banking system will crash at least once as we overload the Interac system with our electronic payments, draining our savings and maxing out our credit cards. There are long lineups and lots of grumbling. Yes this is the season of joy.
But then this city also tends to blur the boundaries a little - being the pagan/witch capital of Canada. Last night there was a wonderful gathering at the White Feather community hall with hours of dancing to the beat of multiple drums, the energy of electric guitars, the sensuality of hot brass and the ethereal sounds of a woman's voice singing a mystical air.
There was lots of dancing as people were almost compelled to move to the rhythms and energy that filled the place. And there was incredible dancing with one Tyeah - a belly dancer beyond compare. She began her performance with a scimitar balanced on her head. She was sensual, and tragic, ethereal and firey - literally as she later danced with a brass candelabra holding 9 lit candles on her head. She did not stop there. She had a extensions on each finger with wicks soaked in isopropyl alcohol. She lit each in turn filling the space with the glow that splashed from her gold sequin covered dress.
But it was really the joyful exuberance of the people that made the night so special. They danced with passion and purpose. They danced to chase away the dark and to bring back the light. They danced for the sheer joy of being alive and for living in one of the most beautiful cities in all of Canada.
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