I just got home from HoopPath 8. You hoopers probably already know about Baxter and Hooppath – if not, go check out the website right now. If you’re not a hooper, go check it out anyway. You might get inspired.
I’m tired and a bit bruised. But my heart, my spirit, are full and overflowing with joy. I have been cracked open just a bit more, danced with the truth of my Self, experienced once again the deep power of transformational movement. I connected with some old friends, made some new ones, and deepened some relationships that are still new and tender. This is my third year going, and each year has been better than the last.
My hope, my prayer, is to carry that energy, joy, openness, spiritual connection forward in my life for a while. I can do that by dedicating myself more fully to my hoop practice. My mind is already trying to defeat me (I’m far too busy! How will I possibly fit it in?) so it will be gentle baby steps. Tomorrow, one song of sway to some of that gorgeous cello music by Rufus Cappadocia. One song of folding, maybe to something Latin and liquid. One song of raucous body-rocking inspired by Anah Reichenbach. 15 or 20 minutes – surely I can carve that out.