tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54105222873583156392024-03-13T07:03:38.332-07:00Medicine Hoop..Rhythmic TransformationsExploring healing through Hoop Dance, Poi Spinning and other props and their affects on PTSD, Autism Spectrum, Depression, Anxiety and Addictions, as well as chronic pain conditions. Welcome! Visit my new website at medicinehoop.org Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-29880367997274084162014-03-25T10:36:00.001-07:002014-03-25T10:36:27.763-07:00Medicine Hoop Retreats Update<div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; position: static;">
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Hello, Medicinal Hoopers and Spiritual Dancers! There is a symphony of birds outside my window, and Spring has taken her sweet time and finally sauntered into our mountain valley in Southern British Columbia. At last, I have bare ground to dance on, and this Earth girl is need of a heavy dose of the Great Mother!</div>
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The last year has been somewhat of an uprooting of old identities, letting go of past dreams and ideas for my life here in the Kootenays, and as a result choosing to move from our heritage farm in Kaslo deeper into forest, deeper into where my heart longs to be, with Nature.<br /></div>
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I've been asking for a path to service in the world, my heart really reaching for that vision of hosting healing retreats here in the wilderness, and then bringing hoops and healing to those less fortunate, and holding space for releasing trauma, teaching others how to rise from despair and PLAY again. I think the two ideas married together make a beautiful picture, and creates a sustainable model for me to be out there helping others in all kinds of communities, conflict zones, prisons, schools, orphanages, mental health facilities, temples; wherever I am needed. I have really accepted this call from the Universe of service and i believe there is a way! More to come about that! </div>
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In the meantime, I am building a new life for myself and my wonderful family here, and I will be releasing the details of the first annual Medicine Hoop Nature Retreat in 2014, aiming for end of August, in the incredible Purcell Mountains and Kootenay Lake region. I look forward to this new beginning, and to seeing you in the Hoop! So.Much.LovE! </div>
Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-25975833785909550792012-03-06T22:37:00.002-08:002012-03-06T22:42:09.651-08:00Little Hoop Dancer with Autism SpectrumSometimes there are no words<br />To describe<br />What a child is experiencing<br /><br />While dancing<br />Spinning a hoop<br />Listening to water<br /><br />What is it that you need to know?<br /><br />She is communicating<br /><br />With her movements<br />Right now<br /><br />It is a language of contentment.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-78970185873902378972012-02-06T12:26:00.002-08:002013-04-29T20:40:08.131-07:00Hoop TeacherStudying the flightpaths of Ravens<br />
Laughing, tumbling, soaring<br />
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Pulling back off the wind and rolling<br />
Like a rip curl in some wild invisible wave<br />
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Subtle shifts tilting you sideways<br />
Chasing between narrow spaces of trees<br />
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Joyful play<br />
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Lifting my arms in balance<br />
Allowing them to move over and under my hoop<br />
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Spinning, turning, flipping<br />
Changing directions with push or pinch of my human hand<br />
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Mystery of flight<br />
Mastery of surrender<br />
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Iridescent aura<br />
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Disappearing<br />
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Into Light.<br />
<br />Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-78491903836794823202011-11-18T13:08:00.000-08:002012-02-06T13:05:36.096-08:00Dance with My Old Hoop<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB8_ZBKEnCE/TsbNq8ejq4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kTJ-sSV9xNA/s1600/raven2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aB8_ZBKEnCE/TsbNq8ejq4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/kTJ-sSV9xNA/s320/raven2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676450518019582850" /></a><br />Like some old lover<br />That came back for a visit<br />We lock instantly into a familiar dance<br /><br />My body knows your every curve<br />Every wobble<br /><br />My body has changed<br />I'm stronger<br /><br />Sleeker<br /><br />I'm more flexible.<br /><br />You fit differently...<br /><br />It's not just about your size anymore<br />Or how slowly you move<br />Or even about your shining silver light that fills the room<br /><br />It's those curves I gave you.<br /><br />I can feel them<br />With my eyes closed<br /><br />Laughing.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-77794553803967262182011-04-15T11:50:00.000-07:002013-04-29T20:41:58.237-07:00Harp N Hoop<br />
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I'm still<br />
Like a dark biosphere of water<br />
Reflecting the stars and moon<br />
In the silence<br />
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Your voice calls<br />
Sending a ripple of sound<br />
Vertical<br />
Echoeing in every cell<br />
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Your hands<br />
Bring ecstacy <br />
Into those strings<br />
With such grace<br />
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I wrap up up up in your songs<br />
And come cascading down<br />
Unbound<br />
In it's purity<br />
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I have never known<br />
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Such<br />
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RaptureMedicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-21087639448732617962011-04-02T14:04:00.000-07:002014-03-23T15:39:00.262-07:00Medicine Hoop<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bci8eEcNuqs/TZeUvSzAeHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/auQh_7HDd4k/s1600/10_5929.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bci8eEcNuqs/TZeUvSzAeHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/auQh_7HDd4k/s320/10_5929.JPG" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591101002624301170" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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Rocking and unlocking<br />
Eyes closed<br />
Skeletal grids<br />
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Sometimes there’s pressure<br />
Deep tremors and<br />
Tension<br />
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Find the point of power<br />
It’s in the breath<br />
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Find the center and dance around<br />
Micro dancing<br />
Little steps<br />
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Medicine Hoop <br />
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I have you<br />
To guide me<br />
Keep me contained <br />
Hold my roots<br />
Safe<br />
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While I open up and out<br />
Let this net woven of pain be thrown off<br />
And melt<br />
Into the Sun.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-82965525078607725162011-03-28T16:30:00.000-07:002011-03-28T16:41:11.670-07:00Teaching Hoop<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5q3TONw1Q3Q/TZEcAqfsV2I/AAAAAAAAADk/cGYgFqJ5U2A/s1600/peaceful%2Bwaters.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5q3TONw1Q3Q/TZEcAqfsV2I/AAAAAAAAADk/cGYgFqJ5U2A/s320/peaceful%2Bwaters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589279410276292450" /></a><br /><br />Illumination<br />Envelops you<br />As your hoop hits the beat<br />Of the music<br />And your body gathers energy<br />I see you stepping through <br />Into the new dimension<br />Of you.<br />I’m witnessing<br />Joy being generated;<br />I can see you <br />Letting go<br />More and more each time<br />We hoop.<br />I’m watching you slowly open<br />Like the first flower of Spring<br />Years of holding inward<br />Now being spun outward<br />And released.<br />I’m another flower<br />Whose heart is being opened.<br />I’m honored<br />To be a part of this<br />Illumination.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-15109078294550972142011-03-07T11:00:00.000-08:002014-03-21T10:26:18.300-07:00Hoop Awakenings<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE2OpQBVj_c/TXUs5bUYBNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/23zpjZPaV1s/s1600/koothoop.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jE2OpQBVj_c/TXUs5bUYBNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/23zpjZPaV1s/s320/koothoop.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581416678292980946" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /></a><br />
Just the act<br />
Of lifting the hoop<br />
Sends new information<br />
Coursing through my veins<br />
This time I notice<br />
A neural-renovation<br />
Has taken place<br />
Sometime in the night<br />
A new passageway<br />
That's opened<br />
Unexplored, uncharted<br />
I have to lean forward<br />
Duck down<br />
To get in<br />
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Once inside<br />
The ceiling is higher<br />
Than I could have imagined<br />
And it's a gallery<br />
Of possibilities.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-50922051105632111672011-03-01T10:58:00.000-08:002011-03-07T11:29:27.348-08:00Hooping with Shenpa<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT3gLU5U2f4/TW1EOuVBCvI/AAAAAAAAACw/HEzLlVnq0XI/s1600/10_5925.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LT3gLU5U2f4/TW1EOuVBCvI/AAAAAAAAACw/HEzLlVnq0XI/s320/10_5925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579190533126949618" /></a><br />On the weekend I was gifted with a spot in a workshop featuring the newest series by Pema Chodron, Shambhala Buddhist Speaker. The topic was "getting unstuck" and how easy it is to keep doing the undesired behavior, (the one we know we want to change,) over and over, whether it's a repetitive thought, reaction, or physical action. The Tibetan word for that moment when we have that uncomfortable feeling is called "Shenpa." Addictions are an example of a Shenpa. It's that unpleasant, tightening feeling that we attempt to cope with, and we form responses that protect us from it. Our bodies have multiple systems doing this precise work for us. Our life experiences and how we respond to them shape who we are. I found myself feeling a lot of compassion for all my "Shenpas". They are there as a result of me trying to navigate my way through Life. The urge to get some relief and fall back from Life's difficulties is natural, but it never resolves the actual issue, and it's not very satisfying over the long term. It always comes back around unless we work with it and ultimately transform it. We might not even have a clear memory of what formed the Shenpa, but we recognize the feeling.<br />The Buddhist way to work with Shenpa is to be in meditation, and I learned that it can look very different depending on the individual. Some people sit on a cushion, some meditate while walking down the road; the purpose is to stay in the present moment and when you feel that urge rising, whether it's to smoke, or eat something unhealthy, or sink into negative chatter in your mind; whatever YOU have identified as the thing you want to let go of, stay with it and use the four 'R's :<br />Recognizing: you know that feeling!<br />Refraining: pause.....not allowing yourself to cave into the urge<br />Relaxing: breathe, occupy this space with your whole being, and "stay" with it<br />Resolving: with taking the time to let the urge pass, the pattern is eventually broken, and more insights and options are available to you!<br /> <br />For me, meditation involves connecting my mind and spirit to my body. Unstructured, multi-directional movement has facilitated powerful new neuro-pathways that helped me resolve the chronic pain I had been living with, which I believe was rooted in the emotional centers as well as in old injuries. Shenpas are usually from the past. They're like an inner-child saying, "Hey, I still need some attention!!" <br />Hoop dance brings my awareness to the present moment instantly. I'm going to pay more attention to what else I notice in observation of my hoop practice. One thing I experienced the other morning was this feeling of a dramatic shift from a "ho-hum- I'm- tired- of -winter" energy to a complete "OH YEEEEEAH!!!" feeling, and my body being primed for the day's tasks. This was from about 10 minutes of hooping.<br /> <br />Add a few more minutes to your hoopy time, breathe deep, and see what happens!!Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-32670271341839426892011-01-31T08:31:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:08:52.639-08:00Performing with PTSD~ a poem<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wGqpemitDA/TUbnE3iGAlI/AAAAAAAAABs/J7cXdlq4A24/s1600/DSC_0011-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wGqpemitDA/TUbnE3iGAlI/AAAAAAAAABs/J7cXdlq4A24/s320/DSC_0011-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568392060102640210" /></a><br />It's time to dance<br />Pay no attention to those voices<br />Whispering bitter nasty nothingness<br />Reach into reserves<br />Keep it simple<br />There is wisdom in that<br />Breathe<br /><br />Feeling wired in to every emotion in this room<br />Tight bud around my heart trembling, untwisting<br />I walk into your sight <br />And Love blooms like a moon flower <br />Opening under the star shine<br /><br />Allow Joy to rise and shimmer on the surface <br />Allow Hope to spiral upward from the root<br /><br />Directions, I am calling you<br />Spin this body born into ecstasy<br />Sustain every cell awake to this moment<br /><br />There is no separation<br />Sonic waves of rhythms dance toward the audience<br />Their inquiries and wonder<br />Dance back to me<br />This bio-rhythmic language is what we are speaking with<br />Doubts become blurred<br />And disintegrate into dust under my dancing feet<br /><br />That inner-star-child is in the room<br />That ancient being<br />Is showering down essence in the form of light <br /><br />That impulse mushrooms <br />Into Love CreationMedicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-88853529873490497462010-08-12T13:05:00.000-07:002014-03-21T10:44:42.234-07:00In the crowd with PTSDRecently I've started attending music festivals again; something I'd always enjoyed in the past, although at some point in my past my ability to socialize more and more became a slow fade. I would feel the intensity, the energies, the heart and rage in the people around me and I would begin to shut down. First my body would respond with flashes of sensation moving to the surface of my skin like a pulsation, and then my brain would start to withdraw from the conversations and I would become less and less engaged, less and less present. It was a shell of protection that my body's intelligence was performing with such precision, before I was even conscious to any stress. My body had started to perceive all kinds of activities as stress, including things I loved.<br />
Hooping and Poi spinning have been such a gift because they have brought me back out of this shell and have given me the ability to be with people again. No one seeing me in public would ever guess that I have PTSD. You can't spot it from the outside. <br />
I missed dancing and I also missed feeling genuinely safe. I wanted to be able to offer something from a place of strength and centeredness blended with the pure joy of being alive.<br />
At Shambhala Music Festival this year I was dancing on the beach with my hoops and I was suddenly in a state of heightened awareness. I had my back turned to the crowd and I could feel some of their eyes on me, curiously watching me trace geometric patterns in the early morning sun with my hoops. I could feel how much I was <em>clinging</em> to those hoops to keep me centered and how at the same time keeping them moving was allowing the stress in my system to just evaporate into the morning air. It felt like I was free to be here or there, and that it was okay for me to be on my own when I needed to be, but that I would no longer have to disappear in order to feel safe. In fact it was the opposite. I could become even more more visible, more present, and keep sharing from my heart to those around me through my expressions in movement. There are no words to describe what that feels like except <em>Gratitude... </em>Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-83825934198441734002010-06-15T20:48:00.000-07:002010-06-15T20:55:03.332-07:00Hoop HealingHoop symbolic, claiming personal space, boundaries<br />no more guarding the body<br />being free in the movement<br />letting go<br />allowing tough protective layers to fall away, all is left is the hoop on my skin<br />no shame, no fear <br />you are safe<br />with meMedicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-78029240002038156842010-02-09T15:57:00.000-08:002014-03-23T15:25:05.870-07:00Once Upon A Time A Mass Of Fur Appeared- by the YetiPoi is a wordless book just blank. <br />
Once you come and play, words appear with it to give out the expression. An empty book gives more words than a book that has words. <br />
Do you once in your Lifetime or several times go to say something, but can't say it? It's bottled up inside and needs to express one way or another in a good way, on both sides. There is a lot of people that have a lot of problems inside of them--some are just too shy to talk about it, or just hide inside of themselves. <br />
Everyone needs to express their feelings, their words. <br />
Art, Music, or Poi, you are the story teller. Say it. Say it to someone.<br />
Thank you.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-59948734097549771362010-02-09T15:46:00.000-08:002010-03-13T11:41:27.505-08:00Poi.... Speaking From the YetiWhen I watch someone doing Poi, after practicing mine I feel their Poi around me; their movement, pretty much a trance while looking at them or watching poi spinning videos.<br />You feel quite good after accomplishing a new move. It lifts your sorrow away and you feel excited afterward. <br />To free your mind, you must free your body. Through your soul you can accomplish anything. <br />Around you feels lighter, like an unknown foreigner. Then slowly but unlike it, you come back normally as yourself. <br />In Poi, you're not alone. You are with friends. Friends that do Poi just like you. It's a way to open up yourself to others.<br />I don't know. Maybe they have some Autism. They are just friends. Ask them.Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-52794758026737700242010-01-24T15:55:00.000-08:002010-10-06T20:38:54.625-07:00How Me and the Hoop Came to BE: part 2I keep looking at her phone number, taking it out of my wallet and reading her writing. Hoops. Hula hoops. Hmmmm. Part of me wonders if I'd be strong enough to do it. Would it hurt my back? I flash back to those legs. So slim; it must be good for exercise, but I'm guessing at this point. Inhale. Exhale. My instincts are with me on this. I dial her number. I leave a message. I want a hoop.<br /> <br />When my partner comes home I inform him that he's buying me a hula hoop for Christmas. A little raise of the eyebrows. I can tell he's wondering the same thing... Can she do it? <br /><br />I order my hoop, and I still have no idea what's coming. My mind's eye can't make a picture of this wheel that is somehow going to work for me . I ask for a black and white color scheme, so it can glow a bit under black light. She assures me that she can do it, and promptly calls me back with her street address so I can pick it up after she's made it.. already! It's in her mud room, and she's leaving, so I can just leave the cash inside the door or something. <br /><br />Each day that passes adds more longing and intrigue. I watch some hoop dance videos online, and wish and wish for a ride or someone to pick it up for me on their way back from the little city to our village. A loyal friend tramps through a blizzard with a cell phone in hand, searching along that dark stretch of highway for the house where my hoop is waiting; kids and husband watching from the car....she could hear my fretted wanting of this item and understood like a true girlfriend would. I could hear her traversing over snowbanks and tramping through people's properties, and still she can't find the place. <br /><br />It's now December 24th, 2008, Christmas Eve day. The tree is decorated. Everything and everyone is calm, except for me. There's another snowstorm, and all I can think about is my hoop, in its respective mud room, all alone. We have no other reason to make the somewhat dangerous drive down the lake other than this. <br />"Well..looks like we'll have to wait till after Christmas to get that hoop..." This is my partner talking, not me.<br /><br />But I want to start sculpting my body <em>now.</em><br /><br /> I wait, I say nothing. Wait a little longer...<br />"Can we just go get it?"<br /><br />An hour later we find the house, I throw open the door and there it is, leaning up against the freezer; a fabulous, sexy looking thing with black fabrics wrapping and weaving with white, bubbly yarn, and five sections of white, pure, fun-fur, expertly and evenly spaced around its circumferance. I hold it up as we walk back to the truck. It's BEAUTIFUL! And it's so huge....Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-78787723629784386892010-01-24T15:17:00.000-08:002010-10-06T20:31:13.566-07:00How Me and the Hoop Came To BE: part 1Sometime in November, 2008.<br /><br />I never pick up hitch-hikers, unless they are young, desperate females who could be at the mercy of the guy driving behind me, so when I saw this girl standing in the snow on the side of the highway I put on my signal and pulled over. She climbed into the truck, thanking me as we accellerated toward town. <br /> We exchanged names. I'm always so curious about people, so I said, "What do you do for work?"<br /> "I manage a spa and give treatments," and I happen to know who she works for. Nice. Smile.<br /> She was quite beautiful. Her hair was in a funky up-do and her make-up was skillfully applied; and she had a great figure and the kind of legs that make me think she must just not eat. Eyes on the road. It's not polite to stare.<br /> "What about you?"<br /> "Right now I'm teaching poi classes at the school..."<br /> "Oh really? I make indoor hula hoops." (Poi and hooping are cousins related through the rave scene.)<br /> "You make them??" (Indoor? Outdoor? What?!)<br /> "Yeah..." like I've just come out of the last century, "from irrigation pipe, and I fill them with water and they're covered with fabric and fur and yarn," and described how she used sealant so the water didn't leak out.<br /> I tried to conjure up some kind of image. A hula hoop with FUR? Now I'm really curious. "Do you sell them?"<br /> "Yup. They're thirty bucks." So matter-of-fact.<br />I had a lot more questions for this girl, but we were now in front of her workplace.<br /> "Can I have your phone number?"<br />She wrote hers down for me and said she was going away for Christmas, but if I wanted a custom hoop she could make me one. A <em>custom hoop</em>....Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5410522287358315639.post-63057134979640764402010-01-23T14:43:00.000-08:002010-03-13T11:36:18.874-08:00Hooping- First Contact<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wGqpemitDA/S5voDxV5FJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jVb6U7idclA/s1600-h/contrastpic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7wGqpemitDA/S5voDxV5FJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jVb6U7idclA/s320/contrastpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448203325717157010" /></a><br />Turning. This big, black, heavy hoop keeps turning with me inside it. When it comes around again I push against it, with my belly, with my back. This is wierd. This actually feels <em>good</em>. Outside of the hoop is a blur and the room's contents melt away and I feel like I'm disappearing into this rhythm. What's happening? Where am I? That rhythm keeps spiralling me inward.<br /><br />I've arrived somewhere. I like this place. It's peaceful. My mind has become silent. Any thoughts travel outward from their origin, like little ripples moving across the surface and then dissolving into this nothingness. Thoughts suddenly have no consequence. They can't cling when the hoop keeps coming back and sluffing off layer after layer...of what?<br /><br />What is going on here??Medicine Hoop http://www.blogger.com/profile/10605648458375321627noreply@blogger.com2