I’ve been through a bit of a hooping slump, lately. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. Normally I find at least a half hour nearly every day to hoop. In the past few weeks I’ve had more missed days than I care to admit. Other concerns have been sucking up so much of my energy and attention that before I know it the day is over and it hadn’t even occurred to me to hoop! Of course, I promise myself that tomorrow I will make my hoop practice a priority and do it first thing.
I am fortunate these days to have enough flexibility in my schedule and my life that it’s been pretty easy to stay with a consistent hooping practice. It also helps that I love it and have learned from experience how much better I feel, even on a day when I’m feeling funky, once I get that hoop around me. I have come to understand that if I can cut myself some slack when I skip a day, or even three, once I get back down to business my hoop dance has somehow become stronger, my body has worked through some of the moves I struggled with before and I’m back on track, again.
I was a daily runner for over twenty years and could count the number of days I missed in a year–usually only because I was sick or otherwise physically unable to get out there and hit the pavement. I gradually quit a few years ago when my energy levels dropped and one of my ankles started to bothering me. I like to work out and feel fit and really enjoy being able to stay in shape by doing something I love and can easily do regularly.
When I found and fell in love with hoop dance my life changed in some major ways. Whereas running, for me, was a meditative, solitary pursuit, hooping offered the best of both worlds–I enjoy cuing up a playlist of music I love and hooping my heart out, all by myself, with little or no agenda AND my following through on my desire to not only learn to hoop but teach hooping, introduced me to an entire community of people, many of whom I have yet to meet in person, who are so creative and full of life and have helped me to open my heart and my life to so much more than I’d dared dream possible before I entered the hoop. Not only that, it quickly helped me get back into my favorite jeans and feel great in my clothes, again. Hoop dance helped me to connect with my body and inner being in new ways that allowed me to have a more tangible and joyful relationship with myself by way of the hoop.
So this period of having let go, just a little, of the consistency of my hoop practice has helped me to be more aware of the many blessings hoop dance bestows upon my life. As I taught my class this morning it was extra sweet to reconnect with my dance partner, the hoop–today it was the turquoise and gold one–and introduce others to just a bit of the magic and alchemy that occurs when woman meets hoop.