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


Back to the GRIND

9am. I just the husband off to work. This time last week we were lazily waking up to the sun rising over red rocks and the sound of a bubbling creek in Zion National Park. Something is wrong with this picture.

We had spent so much time savoring each moment while traveling that we didn’t give much thought at all to home. And now here we are. A few days in feeling comfortable yet strange in our surroundings. It’s almost as if someone plopped us down into someone else’s life with all of our belongings. We find ourselves aimlessly wandering around the house not knowing what to do with ourselves. It feels like we should be going somewhere and doing something. I spent the day yesterday cleaning the house. Even though no one was living here the dust still piles up! I began to realize how much time and effort keeping up a house really takes. It is much more simple when the dirt and dust that surrounds you is supposed to be there because you are outdoors.

Mind you, I am not living a total grind. I still have the luxury of not having to work. My days are filled with writing, cleaning, reading and working on other projects. I come and go as I please and stay as busy, or not, as I desire. Come September I will be joining the resort my husband works at to offer hoop dance classes. A few hours a week of  teaching people how to spin and play with a plastic circle. One could hardly call that work. It will however, be a routine. This is not the worst thing for me though. I enjoy having things to do. I feel I am a better person when I have purpose. I like to share my passions with the world. Usually I am working on a few different things at once. Perhaps this is my Gemini nature.

All in all it feels good to be home. It is taking some adjusting but I am sure it will feel completely normal in no time at all. I am looking forward to connecting with friends I have yet to see and starting up classes and meetups again. Just gotta get back into the swing of things.


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


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.


A grateful hooper