I do Nia because it’s reverent and ridiculous, silly and sublime. It brings me bliss, physical well-being and great healing. It’s also a wonderful gift to share with community.
My journey to becoming a Nia White Belt Teacher didn’t start all too long ago. I’d been encouraged, several times, by a family member to try it out. After much hemming and hawing, I finally did one wintery, Tuesday night at the Midtown YWCA in Minneapolis. All by myself, and with some trepidation, I stood quietly in the back of the room as Andrea, our clearly kind-hearted teacher, explained what Nia was. “Nia is all about the joy of movement,” she said, “and tonight, we’ll be focusing on our hands.” After more explanation, she had us “step in.” Watching Andrea do Nia was, in itself, a beautiful thing. Joining her to move and flow and kick and punch and strut and dance was exceptionally fun. That first night, I burst out in laughter within 15 minutes, sweat up a storm by 30, wept by 50, and was utterly hooked within the hour. “What was that,” I thought to myself, “and when can I do it again?”