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Night Clubbing in Barranquilla   7 comments

Last Saturday night a friend took me to an 80’s theme club called Oro Puro (Pure Gold). After we got in, not knowing what to expect, I was surprised to see photos of such pop icons as Alf, Superman (Christopher Reeves – my favorite), Charlie and Farah, Popeye, Barry White, the Bee Gees and many others on the walls and table tops. The music was pumping. They had monitors playing videos of some of the greatest dance music of all time. Later in the evening, three pretty Colombianas, backed by a guy on keyboards looking like a cross between Kool (of Kool and the Gang fame) and Elton John (60 pounds ago), came on stage. They belted out, singing in perfect English, a medley of hits as well choreographed as their dance moves. I am in heaven, singing along with them like the school boy at heart I can be.

But wait. No, this cannot be right! I am in Barranquilla, Colombia. Where is the Latin music? And look folks, this is cute but the Bee Gees and Barry White don’t go together! Following Ray Parker’s “Ghostbusters” with Michael’s “Rock With You” is like having a bowl of Cocoa Puff’s and then eating French toast. And playing Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall” right before Travolta’s Saturday Night Fever gyrations ignores all the rules. You don’t mix genres! This would never flow in the States.

But wait Wayne. Let go. Why are you here? What did you come out for? To be critical? Please! Breathe! And in that moment of letting go, for whatever reason, I remembered Marianne Williamson’s words, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not to serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

What I began to realize in this club with the 80’s theme was that I was getting in my own way. What was on my mind was my fitting in. Not just at the club but in Colombia. Yes, I am a foreigner. And yes, I am the only African American I have seen since I arrived here. These realities were feeding my insecurities and fear, becoming resistances to my own growth; pushing me away from my goals and my desires. I was in a safe place. In fact I have never felt in all my times in Colombia worry for my safety. People were laughing, talking and dancing. I needed to let go of the kind of energy that I have too often brought to places; seeking external validation of my light, my gifts and my being. I smiled. It must have been a big smile, as my friend asked me why I was smiling. I replied in my best Spanish that I was enjoying being here in this moment. She looked at me like I was crazy. It was harder to explain that I was letting go. And with letting go, I felt beneath the music the affirmation of the talent in the space; the love of dancing; and the love of 80’s music. Being able to share that love brought me closer than I have been in a very long time to living the life I am living because I am in love with living my life.

I came to Colombia and Latin America to liberate myself from some of the baggage I have carried for decades; the baggage that despite my career successes has inhibited me from manifesting the glory that I have within me. And, sure enough, as Marianne Williamson promised, once the light was released within me it was reflected back to me in the eyes and faces of those around me. What I was reminded of is that letting go, or detoxing as I have come to call it, will take time. I am waiting impatiently for that time to come. There is a lot more dancing to do.

Posted May 16, 2011 by Wayne in Uncategorized

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