I said to DH the other week, "I want to go to a bush dance." I was remembering the fun our family had at bush dances years ago in Glen Innes. Hearty, healthy, family fun. I could hardly believe my ears when, only days later, my good friend, Fay, said she was organising a dance for Refugee Week. (There are a lot of commas in that sentence!!!)
The great thing was that the WHOLE family got to go to the Refugee Week Community Dance. Here's a glimpse of the fun that we all had learning to do African, Arabian, Israeli, Sudanese and bush dancing. Unfortunately the Indigenous dancers couldn't come at the last minute.
My creative mind is in overload at the moment. Show and tell coming soon.