Burn, Baby, Burn

Fire, fire, hoops on fire…Yup. I did my first hoop burn last night! It wasn’t anything I had been planning on. My plans for the night included well, not much. I was gonna have hoop class but since I hadn’t heard from anyone, I decided to cancel. A friend of mine had emailed me to ask if I was going to the hoop class taking place in downtown. It was the last in a series of elemental flow classes- and the last class was fire. Since I am always the one teaching classes, I thought it would be fun to take a class. Plus it gave me an opportunity to catch up with some of my hoopy friends I hadn’t seen in awhile.

Class started with some breathing and stretching, followed by a fire meditation. Each of us had a candle and as we sat in our circle, flames flickering, we visualized anything that no longer served us, burning away. It was perfect and just what I needed. We worked our way through some new, and some not so new movements and tricks. We spun, swirled and twirled. LED hoops lit up the night. Before I knew it that segment of class was done and it was time to play with fire.

Until last night, I was a fire hooping virgin. But last night, my neverbeforeburned fire hoop got lucky. We had both been waiting until the right time. The peer pressure has never been bad, but part of me felt like everyone else was doing it, maybe I should too. I mean I have been hooping for 2 years now. Everything came together perfectly. Fuel, fire extinguishers, friends, wet towels, the moon glistening in the night sky- almost romantic. It’s like it was meant to be. I didn’t know what to expect. Would it hurt? Would I get burned? But then I was lit. The whooshing sound of the flames was exhilarating. The heat rushed up and down my skin. I was on fire!

And then…my hoop came apart.

I guess these things happen. Your first time is hardly ever perfect, right? But I’m a trooper. I was not gonna let that get me down. My safety person was by my side in the blink of an eye, we popped that hoop back together and I was back in the flame!

I’m already excited about my next time. Will it be just as good as my first? They say fire is addictive for some. I think there is a good chance I am already on that train.

*watch my video here

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How I got my groove back

ImageIt’s been awhile since I had a good hard core, rock out, hoop jam session, but tonight was my night. Part of it has been that the husband and I have just recently returned from a 6 week road trip. The other part of it has been that it  has not dropped below 105 degrees for some time now- and that is just too dang hot to do anything in! Today however I decided to bite the desert dust and go for it, for it has been long over due. That and I have a brand new, super awesome, LED atomic hoop to boot! This hoop is the bees knees and has been patiently sitting in the corner of my room just waiting for a good spin. 

I gave it a go earlier in the day while the sun was still behind cloud cover. I suppose I lasted 15 minutes or so before that burning orb decided to make an inevitable appearance and bake me from the inside out. It felt good but didn’t feel quite enough. My attempt to go to the gym today was quickly thwarted once we arrived and realized that it closes early on Sunday. No matter. It left me with plenty of energy to head out into the cover of night and get my hoop groove on. This plan of action didn’t actually come to fruition until I was finished salivating over my hearty dinner of hawaiian pizza and subjecting my eyes to some rather inspirational hoop videos. They get me every time. 

But that is only half the motivation. The other half consists of music. I will admit, I have been in a music rut. It’s amazing when one has close to 600 songs on one’s playlist and there is just nothing on there worth listening to anymore. That put me on a mission and subsequently brought with it the purchase of 3 new tunes. Naturally, I will listen to these songs until death do us part, (so a few weeks straight maybe?) and then it will once again be time for something new. For this particular evening, they well served their purpose. 

Finally ready to go with hoop in hand and iPod in pocket, I cranked the music and let my body fly. The moon was out and about and gazed over me as I danced. I noticed lightening off in the distance flashing its flashy bolts, probably happy for the company of my flashy lights. I twirled. I swirled. I moved my body in soft, swaying, goddess-like ways. My insides sang songs of bliss. My bare feet took delight connecting to the earth. I transported to a place of freedom with the moon as my witness. 

All this happened in the span of an hour. It was all I needed. 

And this is how I got my groove back.

What happens in Vegas…gets blogged about.

ImageIndulgence, Indulgence, Indulgence. Vegas is the place to go to relax, have a good time and eat until you are ready to bust. And that’s exactly what I needed after spending so much time in the great outdoors! It was our final destination on our 6 week tour de west coast and we were both very much looking forward to it. My husband’s family owns timeshare which works out great when you love to travel. We were set up with a spacious 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom suite complete with a full kitchen and washer/dryer. The resort also contains 2 pools and hot tubs along with a game room- certainly plenty to keep us entertained for the week. Our first night was spent indoors enjoying the amenities of our new home. I even felt inspired to cook an actual dinner which was cooked over a full size stove and savored over a dining table with real silverware. It felt so proper. After deciding which of the 3 flat panel televisions to glaze our eyes over for movie watching, we snuggled on the couch, ate dessert and entertained ourselves right to sleep.

Day 2 consisted of moseying down to Las Vegas Blvd aka The Strip. We have been to Vegas a number of times now but there always seems to be something new to see. We spent as much time as possible moving from one indoor location to another to beat the heat, our eyes quickly shifting from shiny objects to blinking lights to searching for passage between hordes of humans. Vegas is either the perfect place for someone with ADD or their worst nightmare. The timing of our visit here also happened to coincide with the stay of a friend of mine and her husband that I haven’t seen in years. Our plan was to meet for drinks, see the free “Sirens of Song” show at Treasure Island and then gorge ourselves over a buffet dinner at the Aria. Which is exactly what we did! I love reconnecting with old friends. For me there always seems to be such ease picking right up where you last left off. We had a wonderful evening together full of laughs and hugs. Image

Late night plans included the husband and myself seeing the show “Zumanity” at New York New York. This particular show emphasizes the sensual side of Cirque du Soleil. It did not disappoint. Topless women, strapping men, acrobatics, humor, contortionists, HULA HOOPING(!), eroticism and aerial performances made for quite an entertaining evening. It was beautiful, it was comedic and it definitely left you feeling a little bit frisky by the finale. I have seen a couple of Cirque shows in the past but have a new level of appreciation for them since taking up hoopdance in the last couple of years. As I watched in awe I also paid attention to the technical and physical demands of the circus arts. The strength, agility and coordination involved is quite extreme but these polished performers give the appearance of complete effortlessness.

ImageSo here we are now in the final days of our trip- baking and sweating in the sun, lounging by the pool and taking in deep relaxation before the hours of “reality” return. One more day soaking in the cool waters, one more dinner with one of my husband’s childhood friends and one more night soundlessly asleep in the king size bed. Tomorrow we are finally home bound.

Tape.

I’ve been making a lot of hoops recently and this came from that-

One tape, two tapes, red tape, blue tapes

Sparkle tape, vinyl tape, gaffing tape and chaffing tape

There is a mess, I confess

Cause everywhere I’m looking- tape, tape, tape

Tubing, hair dryers, connectors and files

Wrapping, twirling, spinning and smiles

Hooping now and happy now- it was all worth the work

But every time I see more hoop tape, I get a little smirk

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A Magical Birthday Weekend

Friends and Laughter and PLAYing together

HOOping, dancing, tWirlinG and SWirling

FaiRIES, trees, SpaRkly chanDEliers, bellS ringing

yoga, MeditATION, sleepING and dreaming

CosTumes, head dresses, body PAINT and glitter

music blaRING with BASS thumping, ears RINGing and eyes DroopING

EATING vegeTarian YUmmies, dirTY feet, TIRED feet, lots and lots of walking feet

babies, MAMAs, youNG and OLD, men, WOMen, BLack and white and all the colors in between

turNinG 30, bIRTHday presents, smiling, shivERING

snugGLING, Cuddling, LOVING, hugs and Kisses, inspiration and connection

 

All these things and more. Life is BEAUTIFUL.

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It’s happening.

Guess who totally manifested the Atomic Hoop? Me that’s who!! It’s not actually here yet and sadly won’t be before me and the husband leave for Lightening in a Bottle this weekend, but hoping it will be happily waiting at my house for my return.

I would like to give a shout-out to my rockin’  family who all pitched in to make this dream become a reality. Gotta say, 30 is already shaping up to be a pretty awesome year.

I’m about to blow my hoopy mind.

My birthday wish

Dear Universe,

As I am sure you are aware, my 30th birthday is coming up. May 26th to be exact. There isn’t too much that I usually want but I do have one specific thing in mind this year. An atomic hoop from Astral Hoops. Have you seen it? It’s awesome. Just in case it might be in your plans to put this into my hands, here are the specs I am looking for.

*35″ ID

*Sanding on the inside only

*Push button collapsible

*7/8 inch 105 PSI HDPE
Oh and if you could get it to me before the Lightening in a Bottle music festival which is May 24th-28th, that would be fantastic.
Thank you for your consideration.
P.S. Here is the link just in case http://www.astralhoops.com/custom/atomic/18114
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The Hula Hoop vs. The Postal Worker

Dear Postal Workers of USPS,

First off, I would like to give a huge shoutout to all you that have helped me. I recognize that most of you are probably are trying your hardest to refrain from giving me the death stare. Whether is is heartfelt or not, I appreciate the smile and sense of humor that you are able maintain as I walk into the post office with this large, circular, awkward object covered in nothing but bubble wrap (and on that note, thank you for not popping all the bubbles, for I am aware of its temptation).

And so it begins. The inevitable tug-of-war. I explain to you, assuming I have not shipped with you before, that when I lived in Oregon I was able to ship with zero issues. And no, it shouldn’t cost $50-$100 to ship. And no, my hoops have never been sent back to me, nor have I ever received a notice that I owe more money. If I have shipped with your office before but you are new to the routine, I apologize that the person who helped me last time is not working today. But hang in there…I know we can figure this out together.

I watch you, albeit slightly uncomfortably, grab the hoop up over the counter and try to balance it on your scale. You initially seem confident since it doesn’t weigh much but suddenly it is time to measure the dimensions. And then it all gets very confusing. Techincally, yes, it is an oversized package. But please don’t let that discourage you! Because it weighs next to nothing I think it truly does not qualify as oversize.

We have worked together successfully- including the trip I just made about an hour ago to send off 3 more to Alaska. I thank you for your patience and the quirky questions I sometimes get (and not just from you but other customers as well). And might I recommend allowing your curiosity to get the better of you and check out what this whole hooping thing is about online (or from me if you would like a card)?

Until next time, I hope you drive home with a smile and tell your family and friends of our adventures together.

Sincerely,

A grateful hooper