In A World of Good and Bad


I’ve been hooping for about five years, and for the most part, I have found a routine that works for me, an hour routine that allows me to maintain my weight, and my health.  But through these years, there is something else the hoop has continually helped me to maintain, and I’m not sure it’s always a good thing. In fact, sometimes it’s the hardest lesson.

Putting myself inside of circle as much as I do, has changed my way of looking at the world. In the beginning, hooping opened my positivity, it flowed like never before, and I felt on fire for life.  I found my inner child, my beauty, my sexuality, my confidence all inside of a hoop. For the most part, hooping allowed me to see the world with a happier lens.
But I have come to think of world as I think of my hoop, and I realize that sometimes the world can swing around us, and no matter what we do, it is going to go where it needs to go. And if we aren’t careful, we just might make it worse.  I can swing a hoop around my body in so many ways.  I can control how the hoop moves around me. How fast, how slow. I am the center of my hoop, the point of it’s orbit, but even the best hooper knows that just as easy as it spins, so easy can it stop. Sometimes it catches us by surprise, sometimes it might leave us bruised and hurt, and all the times, it teaches us again and again that we have to go with the flow.

There isn’t a hooper aren’t there who hasn’t found a rhythm, started a trick, started a certain move or motion and the hoop seemed to have a different plan entirely. (Like the time I busted my head when I first learned the traveler.. oops.)   It’s this lesson, this realization, that no matter how hard it is, we have to take the good and the bad.  The optimist inside of me screams because in the end who wants the bad. But without it, maybe I couldn’t maintain my sense of balance.

Can you have the good without the bad?


Audience of One, Please.


Audience of One, Please.

I went back to Hooper Park today and this time I had a bit of an audience. I’m actually not so sure I had any kind of audience, but sometimes, because I love attention, it makes me feel good to think that I do have an audience even if I don’t. (Some folks were out eating lunch so maybe I did.)

Anyway, I am not looking at them intentionally, trying to pretend that I don’t think that they are watching me. “And I think, oh yay, I can entertain them while they eat.” Anyway, I started warming up, and two minutes or so into my workout, in the midst of doing a whirl or a twirl or something, (actually, I think it was barrel roll grapevine looking things) I step on my own two feet and I bit it. Tumbled right to the ground, leaves all over me. Dead grass in my hair. Skinned up my knee. I get up. Not a single person has noticed me.

And man, that just made me laugh. Ultimately, I hoop for me.

What do you hoop for?

I’ve Fallen in Love All Over Again.


Today I fell in love with my shadow. It looked gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

I took my hoop to the grassy spot in front of Freddies. (It might be a park. I looked for a sign that said the name of the park, but I couldn’t find one, so I declare this grassy spot in front of Freddies on 28th and Weidler shall forever be called Hooper Park says the Queen.)

So I was at Hooper Park and it was  beautiful day. Awesome, freakin perfect Fall day. The sun was shining and my hoop looked so good against the autumn colors. And I just felt fantastic.

There is something about being inside of my hoop.  I always try to find the right words to explain it. I saw this documentary called Happy. You must see it. Anyway some smart guy talked about our “flow” that we all have a flow, that flow is the thing that comes naturally. There are so many different types of flow that it’s impossible to determine all of them, but what is interesting to think is how necessary flow is in our lives. A huge factor into our levels of happiness.

Not everyday is a flow day. Two days I got up and took my hoop and I didn’t feel the flow, but isn’t it wonderful when you do? Hooping is my flow. One of them.

What makes you flow? What’s your flow? Do you know your flow? Howdy-Ho.

Where Am I Going and Do I Need my Hoop? Part 2

Where am  I going and do I need my hula hoop? I don’t know, and yes.

I had a few friends make it through the separation (separation between me and the hooping business that is).

From top to bottom. JaMochaMocha, PrettyMocha, LooLoo twins, and the weighted water hoop, H2O.

These five hula hoops can tell you some stories about me. All the nights, mornings, afternoons I spent with them. And the festivals. The many festivals. Oh, they could tell you about all the things I had planned for my them.  I used to lay awake at night and imagine all the things I could do with these hula hoops. I have notes upon notes, diagrams after diagrams, words, thoughts, prayers, visions. I wanted (and I’ll be honest, a little bit inside of me still kind of wants) the hooping empire.

But everything all the sudden seemed so hard. I was confused. I no longer had a goal or destination. I was a conductor of freight train, had no idea how to run the train, and just had no idea where I was going, and I was dead broke.

Plus and this is a big one – my one stress reliever had become my job.

Anyway, the moral of this blog is, relationships are hard. Even sometimes hooping relationships.

How is your hoop relationship? Is it mad at you?

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire.

When I was on the streets selling hoops to minors and their moms, I had sort of exaggerated my story a bit.  Hey, man, a girls gotta make a dime. But I would say, “It’s an amazing exercise (true), I’ve lost weight (true) at least thirty pounds (ummm, really?)

Today while working out, I realized that I now have a perfect opportunity to find out if I am liar. Since my year long sabbatical away from the hoop I have gained about thirty pounds. Coincidence, I think not! (right? right?) For about the last week I have been doing an old workout that I had created for a class (you can call it ‘class’ if maybe one student showed up right?)  Anyway, it is so hard. Am I crazy? No wonder hardly anyone came to class.

What do you think? Do you think I am a liar?

What’s your Scenario?


It has been about a year since I realized I had to put my business down to sleep, take it to the vet and ask the vet nicely to please give the drugs so my business can die. And that ladies and gentlemen is a very hard decision to come to.

Owning a business is hard and I can tell you a list of reasons why. Mostly, it’s stressful. It all boils down to money, and worrying about money is stressful. I was breaking out in hives, having panic attacks, feeling lethargic, sad, elated and then, ultimately, crazy. Sometimes when I start to think about how stressed I got owning hooptomyloo, I can feel my chest tighten and my breath quicken. I’ve had to take some time away to try and understand what hooping really means to me.

So, my sabbatical is coming to an end. I am slowly peeking my head out of the hole I burrowed myself in.  I’m still not sure yet what will come of my hooping, but, I do know it’s here to stay. What do they say about the things you love, set it free and if it returns then it was meant to be. I always thought that was a load of horse shit, but hey, works in this scenario.

Whats your scenario?

The Right Amount of Hoopiness

I have a dear friend who uses the word compartmentalize often. She somehow can take hooping and put it into a compartment in her brain and go to it when she needs it. I am fascinated by this. I struggle with keeping hooping out of every single compartment of my life. I want it in every single aspect of my world, but I’ve come to realize that it just doesn’t fit sometimes. There are people who don’t want it in their life who are tired of me talking about it. But if I can’t share hooping, I often feel like I can’t share me. I struggle with this balance more than anything. And this may sound crazy, but what is more important to me? Hooping or friendships? How important is moderation when it comes to hooping?  Do I need to learn to compartmentalize? Do I need to put a muffle on my passion?

There are moments when I make myself step away from the hoop. Sometimes, my body needs a break, mostly my brain does. It’s such a fine line to walk and I realize so many hoop business owners struggle with this. Hooping can easily stop being a practice and start feeling like a job. That’s when my flow gets all out of whack and I have to take a minute, step back, adjust my balance. However, sometimes my breaks from the hoop last way too long. I can go maybe three days without a hoop, by that third day I am jonesin for it.

I wrote an article back in January about Understanding my Tight Rope. And here I am almost five months later still trying to figure it out. I’m not surprised at myself or disappointed. Because I know that I am getting closer and closer to maintaining that balance. The Dalai Lama says, 

“Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.”

And we have to work at it. And for me, I realize it starts with finding the right amount of hoopiness for my happiness.

Where does it start for you?