Getting Our Kids in The Hoop

With Michelle Obama and the Center for Disease Control on a mission to wipe out childhood obesity, it is no surprise that hula hooping has come into the limelight as one way to maintain health in kids. Childhood obesity has, after all, more than tripled in the past 30 years. In a population-based sample of 5- to 17-year-olds, 70% of youth struggling with obesity today already have at least one risk factor for cardiovascular disease. Something obviously has to be done. Whether or not kids want to exercise, however, most want to play. Hula hooping is a great way for kids to spin up some exercise without really knowing it. And while that may not be a news flash exactly, it has seemed to me, as a mother, that my 4-and 6-year olds have been gaining a plethora of other benefits and life skills from picking up the hoop as well. I knew how much the hoop had personally shaped and improved my life as an adult, but I was curious to know just how good is hooping for our kids, and what are all the benefits for them? So I decided to talk with several hoop professionals who are teaching hooping to children to find out. You might be surprised to learn that hooping helps children develop far more than just good exercise habits, especially when practiced with some regularity.

Kelly Breaux of Hoop It Up Worldwide has been hooping with children for close to nine years. What benefits does Kelly see as she works with these kids? She told Hooping.org, “It definitely improves self esteem in the kids because there is always a skill that a child can master. Also, when we go back to the same schools every year, the kids who are hooping are in better shape and have higher self esteem than those who didn’t keep up with it.” Kelly added, “At our company we call hooping a phenomenon because we have an obesity crisis with kids in our country and it is so easy for them to get hooping and have fun. They learn technique and core cardio. This gets kids to work out because they love it! Often to get boys and girls to exercise for an hour is unheard of.”

At Turners Youth Circus in Louisville, Kentucky, Rebecca Hellemansteaches and choreographs hoop dancing routines for the children involved. Rebecca, also the mother of young hooper, Sierra Hellemans, has witnessed the prodigious effects hooping has on children at both a personal and a professional level. She has also noticed a significant increase in self confidence from the time she first starts hooping with a child, through the end of their circus season, but Rebecca expanded on that further. “The kids build not only self confidence in terms of their self esteem, but they build a body awareness and overall body confidence. Confidence in what their bodies can do.” Rebecca explained there are other major benefits that are often overlooked as well. “These are children in development stages of life. The youngest I work with is 5-years-old because, unless they have already been involved in movement activities from an early age (like yoga etc), they are just starting to connect the dots on how to move the hoop around the waist. As they progress in learning new skills, they develop their fine and gross motor skills and coordination through hoop dance.” Rebecca also noted that through learning choreography in the circus the children are also working on team building and trust. She said, “As the kids are practicing moves for their routine, for example partner weaves, they must learn cooperation and trust in their team members in order to complete the move without injuring each other.”

Julia Hartsell Crews of Hoopdrum in Carrboro, North Carolina, has been teaching children’s classes and camps for nearly nine years. She has experience teaching all levels of children from elementary school through high school students. Julia admits that while there are no case studies, as such, through her own personal experience of talking to multitudes of parents, they all agree that hooping 
opened their child up in areas of self confidence and self esteem, especially at the middle school ages when a child may be going through an awkward phase. Her experience working with middle schoolers dealing with peer issues has allowed her to use hooping as a way to dive into those issues, address them gently and stop things before feelings get hurt. “Hooping gives us the opportunity to change behavior. We move with respect and I let them tell me how we can do that. I facilitate the answers by asking them questions. What do we need to be aware of in this class? What could get hurt in this class? We also change behavior by reframing language. Going from ‘I can’t’ to ‘I will’ – teaching them to open possibilities in their world.” She has also seen hooping become a sanctuary for a 9-year-old girl watching her parents go through a divorce, as well as a source of empowerment for an autistic girl who after hooping with her for two years developed the confidence to perform in a talent show. It’s also an ever growing source of inspiration and responsibility for Pete Morello, now 14-years-old, who has been hooping with Julia since he was 7. He’s now taking performance gigs.

The combined years of experience of these three women and the children touched by hooping through their efforts, are evidence to the positive effect the hoop can have in the lives of our kids. Obviously physical fitness in a time when childhood obesity is a considered a crisis in our country is one major draw to hooping, but increased self esteem, body awareness, improvement of fine and gross motor skills, team building, peer relations, better concentration, and a sense of responsibility are just more reasons to get your kid inside the circle. So if you’ve been wondering if hooping is really stimulating your child’s growth… the answer is a resounding YES!

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Re-Entry after a Hoop Gathering.

photo by BELLAWILLOW

When I walked into Louisville’s historic Turners Gym, the site for most of the second annual Snow Flow Festival in Louisville, Kentucky, I took a deep, cleansing breath, knowing I was home for the weekend. The fact that I had been in this magical place before, mattered not. I was once again transformed into a calm place of hoop/flow solitude, without even picking up my hoop. This past weekend, February 3rd - 5th, formally kick started the U.S. hoop gathering season for another year and I was excited.

Orchestrated by Rebecca Hellemans, I glanced around at the professional equipment we were were so blessed to have this year thanks to Tour Support Services. Booming sound, lasers flashing, lights of all colors radiating across the room, smoke steaming up, my heart thumped just thinking of what was to come.

The ceiling was covered with aerial rigs of all kinds, many that would be used for classes over the weekend, including my first lyra class - oh how I fell in love with the aerial hoop! The gym was separated into sections so up to four classes could happen at one time. Hoop, poi, fire eating... well you name it, Snow Flow probably had it. 35 classes, 20 instructors and over 130 participants spun it up this year. Ten of the classes were dedicated solely to hooping, while others could definitely enhance your hoop practice. Fire safety, belly dance, the list goes on and the connectedness between participants that occurs in an intense setting of learning, physical exertion, and emotional opening left me in a state of bliss, and exhaustion by the time the weekend was over.

Rebecca Hellemans spins fire.
photo by Kurt Strecker

After teaching my last class on Sunday, I rushed out of the gym saying quick goodbyes, not lingering too long on the ache that was sure to follow in order to start my six-hour car ride home. My heart was full, my body was sore, and my mind was overflowing with ideas and thoughts to process. I began my journey home realizing this is the part of hoop/flow gatherings that no one really tells you about. THE AFTERMATH. Does this sound at all familiar? The days, sometimes weeks, after a gathering of this intensity, can involve a processing period and a downshift back into “the real world”. A world that is not all hoopers, spinners, and full of a genuine spirit of community. Here are some tips that can help you re-enter your world and be gentle with yourself.

1. Allow time to process. Through journaling, hooping, meditation, or just plain old time in solitude, take the time you need to process. How do you know if it is helping? You feel better after, not worse. Or it may be time spent processing with others. Talk with other hoopers or spinners who attended the event as well. Share your experiences.

2. Pick up your hoop. You’ve surely learned a lot over the course of the event you’ve attended. Pick up the hoop and practice what you have learned. Don’t let all that knowledge go to waste. If you aren’t feeling it, then just love on your hoop and fall into a nice flow, allowing your hoop to embrace you as you bring back those feelings of joy created.

3. Drink Plenty of Water. Hydration is key to life. Your body is most likely exhausted. One of the best ways to nurture yourself is to drink water, and a lot of it. Even if you stayed well hydrated throughout the event, continue this hydration after as your muscles and body continue the healing process. Your body will thank you for it.

4. Get Plenty of Rest. Go to bed earlier than usual if possible. Your body is your temple, allow it to be healthy, rested and restored. You have most likely put more physical and emotional (yes even positive emotion) stress on it than it has seen in awhile. Give yourself an extra hour of sleep or whatever you can squeeze in. Again, remember your body needs time to rebuild and restore itself, physically and emotionally.

5. Stay connected. Most of us are on Facebook and Hooping.org. Stay connected with the new friends you made. Take time to watch the videos from the weekend, look at the pictures posted, and bask in the memories created. It helps to ease the transition back into your daily life.

6. Plan your next event. Knowing that you have something else up your sleeve, even if is months away, can help take the edge off. It doesn’t have to be a full blown hoop gathering either, perhaps it is just a road trip to meet a new friend that you connected with at this past event, or a trip to a city an hour away to learn from that teacher you’ve been hearing about. If you are able to dream up something big or small it can help give you some excitement for the future.

Leaving an event such as Snow Flow can be a big transition and self care afterwards is warranted and necessary. These are just a few guidelines to help and we would love to hear comments and ideas that have worked for you in your transitions from hoop gatherings back to everyday life. I was thrilled to participate at Snow Flow in multiple roles this year including organizational, workshop instructor, performer, and of course attendee. It was an experience to be able to witness the event from so many aspects and still walk away with my mind absolutely blown.

Video edited and created by Jessie Eckles, Snow Flow Instructor and Participant.  If you are receiving this via email and can not view the video, please visit www.havenhoopdance.com

My Hooping Attachments

"Renunciation is not getting rid of the things of this world, but accepting that they pass away."
~~Aitken Roshi



Do you have a hoop that you are particularly attached to? Or perhaps a spinning skirt, shirt or out of this world pair of pants that make you feel hooptastic when you're in your flow? While these “things” to others may seem inconsequential, as we gaze upon them we are flooded with images and emotions that are assuredly powerful. My Buddhist nature tells me to let go of attachments, yet I still find myself holding on to a few certain hoop items which produce deep nostalgia.

My hoops themselves often hold energy having moved me through life experiences and transitions. I may use a particular hoop for years or just months. It depends on my station in life, the hoop size, the type of hoop I am using at the time, what my body needed. Changing a hoop is often as easy as changing the tape, letting go of past energy and bringing in the new spirit. To share a secret though, I, personally, am not one to hold too tightly to a hoop (except the one I am currently using). So what, you may ask, are my hooping attachments? Well, until a few days ago I’m not sure I could of answered that question. And then "it" happened.

I was teaching at the yoga studio where I hold my classes. It was a full class of bright-eyed, spunky children and a couple of moms. I left reveling in the uncomplicated, innocent joy created there. I loaded the hoops in my station wagon, my bag of supplies, and all other necessary items I had carried with me. As I drove away from the studio, I reached for my water bottle and swore out loud when I realized I had forgotten it. I immediately turned the car around.

Back at the studio, one of the owners, Dan, helped me look around the few places I possibly could have left it. I started to feel a strange sensation in my chest that I quickly pushed away. "Umm, Bonnie it’s just a water bottle," I tried telling myself. I told Dan it must be in the parking lot or I missed it in my car somehow. We began looking for it outside, my heart slowly sinking. It wasn’t in my car or anywhere near where I had parked. Getting in the car to drive away, that's when I saw it, on the ground, near the stop sign. Excitement filled me until I picked it up. The aluminum had been crushed. It had obviously run over by a car, probably mine, after being left on top of the wagon while I loaded the hoops. Unexpected tears began to brim.

What? Was I was actually crying because my water bottle was destroyed? I mean I know I’m emotional and all, but this was just a water bottle. Or was it? I looked at it again and stared at the two stickers on it, both HoopPath stickers...old school HoopPath stickers they don't make anymore. My eyes welled up more. Memories flooded my heart and mind. This water bottle had traveled with me everywhere for years, even more than my hoops did. I took it to every Monday night Maidan hoop class in Carrboro, to every hooping event I'd ever attended. I nursed my babies with this bottle by my side. When I traveled anywhere, I brought my water bottle. Even on planes I would go through the hassle of emptying it and packing it for that constant reassurance. I'd even brought it on dates (ok weird I know). It was like an aluminum snuggly blanket full of life giving water that nourished me and reminded me, through the stickers, of my tribe, and of three vital stages of life learning “Belief, Strength, Grace”. Now, it was mush. I couldn’t believe I had to throw it away.

Metaphors being as they are, I've since recognized that it was the right time. I moved from Carrboro to Detroit nine months ago, and this was the perfect moment to physically let go of what I’ve been holding onto so tightly. All of those memories, people, love, they'll always be a part of me, even without my security water bottle. As I search for a new water bottle, I’m excited to put a Detroit Fire Guild sticker along side a HoopPath sticker I have packed away. I am fully embracing my journey where ever it is taking me. Most likely with my water bottle, for me a sign of the life water gives, always by my side. We may develop our hooping attachments, but they come and go right on schedule.

Glorious Muscle Memory

This week, just as Hooping.org’s 30/30 Challenge was kicking off, I took my four- and six-year-old ice skating for the second time in their lives. I, myself, have not skated in over 20 years and was surprised to find how quickly I picked it back up. While my immediate thoughts turned towards hooping (“Wow, wouldn’t it be fun to do today’s 30/30 on ice skates”), I also was surprised at how naturally my body fell back into rhythm with the feel of the ice, skates on my feet, and mixing the two together. Initially, I gave this only a moment of thought as I returned my focus to the task at hand; teaching the boys some basic skating skills.

Have you ever wondered how your body changes from struggling to keep the hoop up, or fighting to learn a new move, to then doing it effortlessly? Yes, practice, practice, practice is essential. But why is it that when we first start hooping we have to hoop with fierce intensity to maintain the hoop’s rhythm, but as time goes on we are able to slow down, almost to where our body appears to barely be moving to keep the rotation afloat? Simply put, it is muscle memory.

Muscle memory is a glorious method of learning where our muscles, simply by repetition, are able to move more fluidly and fluently. Continuous repetition of an action allows our bodies to then perform the action nearly effortlessly. In hooping, by practicing a move or trick frequently, our long term muscle memory takes over and soon we are able to execute the task, often without thinking. Just think of the saying, “You never forget how to ride a bike.” It’s all about muscle memory!

Back at the skating rink, while I was teaching the boys the basics, and watching them fall repeatedly and then dust themselves off and get back up again with joy, my thoughts, for moments at a time, turned back to hooping again. I love the learning process. I find it absolutely enthralling to watch a student go from fear of picking up the hoop during his/her first class to rocking it in both currents, and perhaps learning a move or two by the time the hour has ended. Surely some people don’t learn as quickly and are maybe only able to hoop for 5 minutes (or 5 revolutions) by the end of the first class, but still progress has been made. Muscle memory is being formed, and this I find oddly fascinating. Seriously, I relish in the magnificence of what memories our bodies hold, and how our muscles retain memory and help us hoop or learn other new skills.

As we continued to skate, I could see the boys falling less, pushing with their feet more, laughing harder, and their muscle memory growing and growing. I took notice that not once during this learning process, through all the falls and bumps on the ice, did either one of them EVER say , “Mama, I just can’t do this.” I began to reflect on my own erudition with hooping and how many times, even just in passing, I said “Oh I can’t do that, yet…” What powerful words, “I can’t”. Even just the subtlety of the words “I’ll try” vs. “I’ll do it.”. After all the brain is a muscle too, to be exercised, to gain muscle memory. What kind of muscle memory had I been giving it?

The 30/30 challenge had begun that day, and I knew the first thing I had told myself was, “Well I can’t commit to this, but I’ll try.” I skated on the ice with my boys, my teachers, and gulped, fully swallowing this knowledge of what I have been doing for so long. I watched them, bliss exploding from their beings as they continued this journey on the ice, the words “I Can’t” never exiting their lips. I took pause and promised myself to be actively mindful of the silent messages I told myself, but also to take care of what I spoke out loud, little ears are listening. And in those moments I started to rework my muscle memory, “I will do the 30/30 Challenge. I can do it!”.

The Power Of Dance

There are times when words can not adequately express all that is happening in my personal world and the world at large.  This is one of those times.  I chose instead to "hoop it out", dancing to reclaim my personal power and freeing myself from some powerful emotions that were dominating my current situation.  I hooped continuously for over an hour to this song, "Minds Without Fear"by Imogen Heap, recording as I did because I found it so powerful and connected to it deeply.  I know very little about editing videos, but took about three or four pieces of the hoop session and put them together to create this one video.  It is a sample of my overall experience, clearing my mind, expressing myself, and empowering myself again.

Thank you for watching.

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A Portrait of Cally Chavez

Meet Cally Chavez. A single mother, hooper and healer from Cheyenne, Wyoming, who took a leap with full force in November 2010 and turned her many passions into her full time career. It was at this point, almost a year ago, that Cally says she found herself, “stepping out of a place of fear to follow my heart and dreams”. She opened Creative Healing Studios which encompasses a store front to sell Cally’s art, knitting, massage oils and sugar scrubs. There’s a middle office where she offers massage and sound therapy (using tibetan singing bowls), as well as a back studio where she creates her artwork. knitting, and makes her hoops. Cally has been hooping for three years and teaching hoop dance for two, but admits that she became very serious about her teaching in the past six months. All of these arts coalesce to fulfill Cally’s dream at Creative Healing, and this year she was even able to take her massage therapy to the Return to Roots Hoop Gathering. Cally says, “Merging massage with hooping at Return to Roots Festival was awesome, but it has really come full circle with merging hooping with my art.”

Vedauwoo is an area of rocky outcrops located in south-eastern Wyoming, between Cheyenne and Laramie. Its name is an anglicized version of the Arapaho Native American word “bito’o'wu” meaning “earth-born”. Known for it’s distinctive natural beauty and sacred mystery, with history literally stretching back thousands of years, Cally often used this landscape, brimming with natural divinity, as she worked with great intention on her first collection of artwork; a dozen paintings of hoopers. While Vedauwoo provided huge boulders, caves, and in the evenings the voices of Native Americans singing for added inspiration while she stenciled and painted, she would listen to her own music, hoop and become in tune with her surroundings as part of her creative process. Cally’s time painting at Vedauwoo as part of her creation of 12 paintings, resulted in these artistic expressions of her connection to the hooping community. “Hooping has inspired me and made me so much better. The connection to spirit and the therapy that happens through hooping… This is my way to put it down and let people know how much it means to me.”

"Hoopers Heaven" - a painting by Cally Chavez

While Cally has been creating art for as long as she can remember, her dozen hooper pantings are the first collection she has ever done in her portfolio. These stencil and graffiti style pieces have been surfacing and circulating throughout Facebook and are receiving high acclaim. In fact, to this date, Cally has already sold half her collection. “It’s really just a testament to how embracing and supportive the hoop community is,” she said in her continually gracious manner. Cally originally had been doing similar style painting for the local roller derby team, The Cheyenne Capibulls, when she thought, “Why am I not painting hoopers?” So she gathered some photographs and obtained permission from the hoopers in the images and went to work. You can view her full collection here.

Cally created a video before putting the finishing touches on these 12 paintings. In similar fashion to her approach on so much of life, Cally entitled the video “Gratitude”. She commented, “I put everything that I have gotten back from this community into these paintings.” And the lyrics of the song [Chico Gospel by MaMuse (on iTunes)] speak so strongly to Cally and her work when MaMuse sings, “I am walking on this earth stronger than ever.”

What is next for Cally of WYO Hoops For Life? She is clearly ready to start more paintings and continue on this path, always celebrating the hooping community along her way. “Hooping has enriched my life and made it possible to connect to people on such a large scale. I had no idea that going into this lifestyle that I would be so ‘rich’ as a result.”

Turning the Music Off

There is a line in the Dar Williams song “As Cool As I Am”, where Dar is speaking to the man she is with, who is in turn ogling a drunk woman dancing in the bar: Dar sings, “And as long as she’s got noise, she’s fine. But I could teach her how to dance when the musics ended.” I’ve always loved that line and felt a deep connection with it. In reality though, I didn’t try the practice of hooping without music for a very long time. Sure I would drill and mess around with my hoop without tunes, but a real practice session, with full body in movement, arms in flight, legs dancing, full expression, without my ipod? No Way!

This past spring, as I began to settle into my new home in Michigan, my hoop practice began to transition, as I was also transitioning from Carrboro, North Carolina, to the Detroit Metro area. Picture this: out in front of our house a relatively, loud, busy road, but in the back a serene stream running into a small, quiet lake, with just a handful of other houses on it, and large trees surrounding it all. Gorgeous right? I couldn’t help but just hoop and soak in my surroundings the first time I picked up my hoop here, music seemed almost an offense.

Thus began my practice of hooping to the natural rhythms of my environment and I have to tell you, it is an enriching experience both within the hoop and looking within myself. So how do you start this type of practice? Well, truly everyone is different and what worked for me, may not resonate with you, but I do want to share my experience to help get you started and stir up your own creative process for this exercise.

First as I start my practice, I follow my breath while doing a light exercise, like rolling the hoop on my arms/hands or gentle core hooping. Then I begin gently swaying with the hoop until I can start to let go of what I brought into the session, becoming more mindful of the here and now. Give yourself plenty of time to relax into the exercise and fully release what does not serve you. If you have done mindfulness exercises before, utilize what you have learned and incorporate them into your hooping.

Next focus on one sense, for me at this point it is sound. I will listen to the sounds around me and find the natural rhythms and music that are occurring in my environment. These organic noises provide a basis to begin your hoop practice. Often you discover things you would have never heard had you not intently listened, perhaps crickets, frogs or birds, wind chimes from several houses away, a dog barking, traffic, sirens, the sounds the trees make as they blow in the wind, the possibilities are limitless. The rhythms and music created by nature and our environment allow new movements within your hoop that are unique to your own life and experience.


Then I will move into another sense, usually touch.  How does the hoop feel as I moved it around my body? What is the sensation of the tubing/tape on my skin? How do the earth/floor and my feet work together? Am I grounded or feeling like I am tripping myself up? Can I be more balanced? What does the breeze, sun, rain, (if indoors) lights, air conditioning, feel like on my skin?  How is the temperature of my skin changing how the hoop is moving across my body?  Be aware of all of these things and how they influence your body and the hoop.  Notice what works in your hoopdance as you move throughout the practice.  These are helpful clues to take with you into a practice filled with music of a different kind.

In this way you can move from sense to sense.  Examining your body’s reaction to the sense and how it may (or may not) cause the hoop to react as well.  Does what you see, taste, or smell have any influence over you as you move with the hoop?  Does an unpleasant smell cause your body to tighten and therefore the hoop to respond in kind?  What about getting lost in the sight of something beautiful?  Again note how your response with the hoop varies as you play with your senses.  Find things that will enhance your overall experience with your hoop.

The information we receive from our senses is undeniably valuable. We rely on this knowledge to navigate our daily lives.  What valuable tool our 5 senses can be also when we tune into them for our hoop practice!  Ann Humphreys, of the Hoop Path, had this recent experience with hooping music-free, “For the 3rd time in my life, circumstance (iPod had failed to load somehow) I was forced to hoop without music…and something wonderful happened: I started listening to my hoop in an altogether new way– the rough sound as the tattered tape slid across my palms, the light slap of the hoop as it moved on my core– and I found this music quite beautiful.”

So, my friends, shall we all hoop as if the music has ended and see what happens? Will it open a new doorway for your hooping journey or just be deafeningly quiet?  I can’t wait to hear what happens!

Break Free from Your Hooping Rut

Last week I performed at a retirement home for a group of delightful men and women, who were more than generous with compliments at the end of the hour long set.  One beautiful woman even approached me to say, “Honey, I am an artist and that was wonderful.  Now I am going to go to my room and paint you.” I was humbled. Their praise left me feeling comfortable and satisfied that I had done my job of providing them with an afternoon of entertainment, but on a deeper, personal level I was disappointed.

Throughout the set I felt like I performed the same moves repeatedly and was unable to get out of this pattern. I found myself thinking too much while hooping and not enjoying what I was doing. The smile plastered on my face was purely for the audience, but inside I was struggling to find different ways to move with my hoop, my dance partner. Ugh, I was in a hooping rut, but what was I going to do about it?

When I came home my hoop sister, Lauren Currier, and I began brainstorming ways to move forward and I’m here to tell you that they really work. Here are our top ten ways to turn a hooping rut into a hooping channel for further growth and movement.

1. Hoop! Don’t give up. One of the first things many of us are inclined to do when in a rut is to put the hoop down and walk away. Don’t do it! Pick your hoop up, embrace it, and have confidence that this is just temporary and you will move through it. Then follow some (or all) of these other tips.

2. Remember you are not alone.  In my 9+ years of hooping I never met a hooper who did not at some point find themselves stuck in a hooping rut. You are not alone! You will get through this!

3. Change your music. Often something as simple as changing your music to a slightly different, or perhaps dramatically different, genre will effect the way you dance with your hoop and produce openings in your hooping you did not know were possible.

4. Drill, drill and then drill some more.  Work on things you are already do well and refine the movement.  Spend part of you hoop practice drilling a specific technique over and over and over again, bringing your attention to each part of the process. What are my feet doing, my breath, my hands, shoulders, my head, etc.? Be very aware. There is no such thing as perfection, so you can always improve and develop new skills. Drilling is often the time when breakthroughs arrive.

5. Hoop in your non-dominant direction (second current).  It is important to stay balanced on both sides of your body, but often hoopers forget to hoop in their second current.  Spend a song, or entire hoop session working in your second current.  Hoop on your waist, shoulders, legs, or anywhere on your core in second current and see what opens up.  Likewise with off body hooping, switch hands so that you are hooping with your dominant and non-dominant hand. This type of focus balances your body and range of skills.

6. Hoop blindfolded. Baxter of the HoopPath introduced this method of hooping “blind” years ago and it has caught on for a reason.  When you are blindfolded there are no distractions from the outside world, allowing the hooper to go deeper into his/her own practice and work on the intricacies of their movements with the hoop, as well as have a more meditative practice. When one sense of the body of the body is removed other senses become heightened, allowing you to connect with your hoop in new ways.

7. Hoop with other people.  The energy that is created when people get together to hoop is bound to put a smile on your face.  Hooping with others creates an opportunity to learn to skills, build community, and share your hoop knowledge.

8. Find a class.  If you live in an area with local classes, sign up for one!  This is great way to learn new ways of moving within the hoop that can help you climb out of your rut.  If classes aren’t possible, look at the 281 free online tutorials here on Hooping.org that can also teach you and add to your library of moves.

9. Teach someone else! Whether you are teaching someone else how to waist hoop or a more advanced skill, teaching others is a valuable way to realize how far you have come. Giving back to the community can help you break moves down in simple steps that may improve your own hooping.  Teaching others often will open up your own hooping to new movements and improve your current repertoire and skill set.

10. Do something creative outside the hoop.  Write, bake, paint, draw, sing, play an instrument, dance without your hoop, and the list goes on! Opening your creative channels in other areas can foster a positive influence on your hooping when you step back into the circle. So whether you hoop then take a break to do another creative exercise, then hoop again, or set the hoop down for a day and create in a whole new way, just remember to keep creating, holding a space for your unique potential. Creativity breeds creativity.

The Dog Park

I chose this video because it is a dance all about simplicity, one of the four tenants of the Jesuit Volunteer Corps, and because I made it for my Dad, without whom I would have never gone to the dog park and had this experience to write about.  Thank you Dad.  (If you can't not view the video please go to www.havenhoopdance.com to see the blog in full)

In the Fall of 1993 I began a journey that lasted three years and changed my life in profound, indescribable ways.  I had joined the Jesuit Volunteer Corps (JVC).  The first year was spent volunteering as a counselor in a battered women's shelter, living simply in community with 6 other volunteers on a small stipend in a poor, precarious neighborhood in Kansas City, MO, all while sharing our various ideas about spirituality.  Needless to say, my mind was BLOWN!  I spent the next two years on the staff of the JVC in Houston, TX trying to help others obtain a similar experience by working as a volunteer coordinator and development director.  These years were formidable to so many of my ideas regarding social justice and spirituality, but what persisted the most was a longing for community to share these values and ideas.  My search began.

As I moved from Houston to Chapel Hill, NC I searched for this feeling of community for which my spirit longed, but found that in a transitional, college town great friends would come into my life, leave their lasting impression and often friendship, but their corporeal bodies would move on to the next stage of their lives.  I was not looking to live in intentional community again and had not found a spiritual community that resonated with my own spiritual searching.  I just needed a place to call "home" every once in awhile.

Then in the summer of 2002, I saw Vivian "Spiral" dancing with her hoop on the Weaver Street Market lawn.  I was entranced by every movement and the look of pure joy on her face.  As I watched, with every ounce of my being, I knew I must gather the courage to talk to her, because I had to learn this skill.  Within a month or so, I took a class on the Weaver St. Market lawn taught by Spiral and Julia Hartsell, and bought my first hoop that day.  In the beginning, I was a solo hooper, drilling endlessly to gain strength in the front yard of my house.  I would come out to Weaver St. for live music and hoop with the few others who were regulars back then, Beth Lavinder and her daughter Erica, Jonathan Baxter, Vivian, and Julia, but with age and having said so many goodbyes I had become more introverted.

Then with much prodding from Beth, about six months after having my first child I came to my first HoopPath class, taught by Jonathan Livingston Baxter (aka Bax/Baxter).  Beth had been telling me about them for about a year, but I had been pregnant (and hooping, but not quite up for a class), then on bed rest, and finally an all-consumed first time mom.  Of all the memories from that first class, my clearest and most defining, came as Baxter played the cool down song.  My dance slowed down to match my heart rate and my thoughts, and then came the flood of tears.  I was remembering who I was before I became a mom.  The dance elicited the feelings and ideas that I could be, I WAS, more than just a mom.  I was a WHOLE person.  Of course I was mortified to be crying in front of a group of "strangers", but most of them being mothers, or women, or seekers understood without words having to be spoken.  I left that Monday and rarely missed a class for the next several years.

The HoopPath became a community for me in unexpected, often boundless ways.  And the greater hooping community across the country and the world has surprised me countless times in their support for one another, the ability for the Internet to connect people and foster often deep friendships across seemingly finite borders and lines.  All because of the joy that a circle of variable weight, color and size, spun in a variety of fashions, brings to each of us.  I knew I had found it... "The Golden Ticket"... if you will. How many times had I really thought, "If everyone picked up a hoop, the world would be happier."  Oh my arrogance.  Thankfully, this life is full of bright, meaningful lessons tied in beautiful packages... not just hard lessons.

Last week my parents went out of town and left there pride and joy in my care, a beautiful, kooky yellow lab named "Rocky".  Rocky is still quite the pup and needs a good deal of exercise every day.  Each morning he jumps happily in the minivan for his daily jaunt to the dog park.  Rocky has many dog friends at the park, some he plays rough with, others he runs and tugs on sticks or ropes with, and some he just walks with as the owners take a "loop" around the extremely gorgeous, fenced in area.  My dad assured me that he would introduce me to the regulars before leaving, and that they would "take care of me", as Rocky can on occasion cause some mischief.

As the week progress and I quickly became absorbed with the routine at the dog park, I found myself in awe of these 5-7 regulars that joined up each morning at the same time to walk the perimeter of the dog park several times, lavish attention on each others dogs, listen attentively to one another, make gently sarcastic jokes with each other, and genuinely care about each person and their animal.  If someone was missing, it was noticed and concern was shown.  They all knew about each others lives and formed their own community around something they cared about deeply.  Now perhaps that is not what they would call it, but my time there brought to mind so clearly how I have felt when spending time with hooping friends.

Then yesterday, I took Rocky again to the dog park.  I was so excited to go, after missing a few days since my parents return.  One of my favorite regulars, Sue, a retired school teacher with the brightest disposition and two amazing dogs to match, was there, but her car was clearly damaged as she pulled into the park.  "Well," she said, nonchalant as ever, "I had a stroke over the weekend."  We were all stunned and immediately concerned.  "Its just my lesson to slow down and only do the important, non-stressful things.  Hey, that's why I'm here.  I mean what could be better than this place right? Isn't it a beautiful day?  What a great place to be."  And she started calling the dogs over one by one as she told us the story of her long weekend.  Then we walked the perimeter of the dog park.

Anyone who knows me, understands my deep love for hooping and the hoop community, but WOW have my blinders been BLOWN off.  I of course recognized that there were other communities out there: spiritual communities, intentional communities, sporting communities, gaming communities etc etc etc.  I  have to ask myself, "Did  I think there was only one community for me?  Am I that limited that I can not share myself amongst several groups."... of course not. But then what has held me back, ignorance, fear, introversion?  Pondering for another blog I suppose, but for now, I am so grateful for the lessons I have learned at the dog park.

Sanctuary

During the past month, as I have moved through, within, around and often stood stagnantly in this transition from my home in the hooping “mecca” of Carrboro, NC to the Detroit Metro Area of Michigan,  I have been spent the least amount of time in my hoop in years. My once 5-6 day a week practice has dwindled, at best to once a week, primarily because of logistics.  The three times I have hooped I’ve found my heart lighter, my mood lifted significantly, and a connection back to something deeper and greater than myself.

For many, I’d even venture to say, for most, what is created inside the hoop is healing, powerful, personal and many times communal.  Over my almost 9 years of hooping I have heard story after story of transformation and continual growth that began the day someone picked up a hoop or saw someone hooping.  I know this is true for me.  It is difficult to try to explain this to those unfamiliar with flow arts, or who have not found that connection with something powerful in life.  So I wanted to share two stories, neither mine, but both far more powerful than what I could write.  

The first “story” is actually a comment written about a video I made over 3 1/2 years ago when I was pregnant with my second child.  This comment still deeply affects me and lives close to my heart.  It reminds me that power lies in each movement, act, word spoken and everyday we each influence one another, often in small ways, sometimes without ever knowing it, and other times irrevocably .

“When my sister became pregnant against her will at 16 she struggled to find a way to heal her spirit and accept the beauty of life. She watched this video over and over again. She picked up a hoop and created a circle of love and acceptance around herself and the blessed life with which she had been gifted. You were able to show her the way. We all thank you for sharing your Love with us.”

The second story is from a dear friend,  whom I have been talking to regularly as she is finding her way back into the hoop during a period of healing.  She wrote to me recently  sharing with me that this was not the first time she has sought hooping for the purposes of healing.  Her prose, her story, her courage are so powerful I requested to use it verbatim in this blog, changing her name to protect her privacy. 

 I’ve given her the name “Willow”, always bending gracefully with the wind, even when it harshly blows, but never breaking.

Willow’s Story:

"i remember the first time i saw them. they were outside and mostly barefoot, women moving within their sacred symbols. i felt so drawn to them, to their energy, to their sacred circles, but i also remember thinking, i could never be like them, i could never do that...i could never move my body in that way, so free, so archetypal, even provocative...

All my scars would be showing, and besides, i would be "asking for it", i guess in the same way a five year old little girl "asks for it”...

but that was all before i know what i know now. that was back when i had no safe place, and nightmares ran my life, awake and asleep. memories of my dad and my uncles, their hands on me, their bodies on me in ways they shouldn't be...

images of them beating my mom, holding her down, having their way with her. beating the dogs until they stopped crying out. pounding them in the face. my face. i was a haunted woman, a lost little ghost.

Then i saw a poster at my gym, about hoop classes. for many weeks i would pass by the poster on purpose, but i never went to the class. finally, for mystical reasons i still am thankful for but still don't understand, i went to the class, and there began a journey that changed the way i move, the way i think, the way i relate to others...

i fell in love with my hoop. it surrounded me. it surrounded me. it surrounded me. it defined the space around me, drawing a line around and around and around me until i understood that there was a space i could claim, into which others could not come uninvited. it protected me. it danced with me, a gentle partner, understanding when i had had enough, waiting nearby and patient when i cried. rocking me when i cried within its arms. soothing me when i was still and quiet within her encircling arms.

At the same time, the hooped worked a strange and seemingly opposite magic. it connected me to a community of other holy dancers, other seekers. i wasn't such a lonely little ghost anymore. i always felt different because of my history, never felt like i fit in. i could never figure out where to put myself, where to be. but somehow in the hoop, we are all one. it joins us to a place in time before we all subdivided into races and genders and people with problems and people with and without money and all the other ways we categorize ourselves and each other. If you ever see many people hooping together, you will be mesmerized by the unique expression of each person's energy. and you will also be mesmerized by the collective energy, the affirmation of community. So finally, i belonged somewhere -- inside of my hoop, and i belonged to something, the hooping community. "

Moving Forward

Two weeks ago on Sunday afternoon, while trying to begin packing my “life” into boxes  I found myself curled in a ball on my bathroom floor, heart pounding, gasping for air, as rivers of tears poured from my eyes.  I literally felt like my eyeballs might fall out. I know gross, right?  But that was the intense, fierce nature of these tears, mixed with the gut wrenching fear and my incapacity for breath.  My rational mind told me to calm down and that this was all just some kind of panic attack, something I had never really experienced in this way before.  Knowing I was having some severe anxiety induced reaction, was only mildly helpful.  The rest led to severe negative self talk, “You are a fucking mess!  Who does this? If you can’t even handle this, how will you make it through this move?”.  “Look at what is happening in Japan, Bonnie and you are upset about this? Think about (insert name) and all he/she is going through”  This talk went on for quite some time, before I began to use all I had learned in my Buddhist practice on mindful breathing, and chanted a mantra which I am particularly fond.


Eventually, my rational mind won out and I was able to control my breathing and regain some composure. Through the help of my friend, Melissa’s, open ear and soothing voice I was able to let go of the delusions of enormity, I had created in my head about myself, this move, and just packing itself.  I pulled myself together enough to get out of the house and go for a short run, just before needing to go teach class.  While running, I contemplated deeply, how I could possibly teach in this emotional state.  I kept repeating the mantra while running and tried to keep my mind clear.  After all I had taught on many Tuesday nights and Sunday afternoons/evenings in the face of adversity and it ALWAYS (a word I hardly ever use) turned out well.  


I pulled up to Chestnut Ridge Camp, 10 minutes late, and frustrated with myself for not being early to class.  My students, though, greeted me with hugs and smiles and the eight of them had already started hooping outside in the warm sunshine without me.  We moved class under one of the pavilions, the music began to play and my hoop encircled me and a whole body stillness washed over me.  Peace, community, love, oneness, openness, life, breathe, truth.... each for moments at a time, overlapping, all at once.  As it does each and every time, class filled me to the brim, and when it was done I thought, “There is no way my students get as much out of this as I do.  I am the luckiest person in the world.”  The current had changed. The day completely shifted because of a hooper and dear friend, because of my mindfulness practice, because of the hoop, because of my students.  


After class that night I made a video for all of my NC community, many of whom hoop, almost all of whom know me as a hooper.  I chose the song “Landslide”, by Fleetwood Mac because the lyrics so clearly spoke to my time in the hoop in NC and with the HoopPath community in particular.  But it also, spoke to all those who have supported me so graciously throughout many hardships over the last 3 years in particular.  These lyrics in particular pull at my heart strings each time I hear them:

       “I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down


Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?


Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older and I'm getting older too”


Leaving North Carolina feels impossibly hard, but I know it is just the next step in growth.  As India.Arie so wisely states, “Look what I have found. I’ve found Strength, Courage and Wisdom, its been inside of me all along.”  


Until we meet again (very soon), Namaste’.




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The Invisible String

"When One tugs at a single thing in Nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world."


John Muir (1838 - 1914)






Yesterday was a beautiful North Carolina day, filled with sun,  perfectly broken up with intermittent peaceful clouds and a warm breeze to end February superbly.  My five year old, Wynter, and I spent the afternoon outside playing while his younger brother napped.     Wynter rode his bike, played in the dirt, found interesting rocks, and we both (with our respective cameras) took pictures of the miraculous blooms and flowers surrounding our quaint house.  A great afternoon for any five year old boy and his mom, but this one had an extra twist that made it even more remarkable.


Wynter began a conversation with me somewhere in the middle of the fun that went something like this, “Mama, what is God?”.  This is not the first time we have had a conversation about God, but I answered differently this time.


“Well, what do you think God is Wyn?”, I replied.


“I don’t know.”, he said, “Tell me Mama.”  “It’s a hard question buddy, but I think God is in all living things.”, I answered.  He was quiet for a bit looking at our dog Jordan, the plants around us, many in bloom on this last day of February.  


“What does God look like Mom?” was the next question and I just thought... 
'wow, he’s not letting up with the tough questions is he.. I love this boy.'  Again I turned the question back to him, “Tell me what you think about when you think of God.  What do you think God might look like?”  Wynter swayed from side to side, pondering the question and then said definitively, “ God is an invisible string that connects us all to one another.”

My heart swelled with a mother’s love for my beautiful boy.  He went on to describe God as the invisible string, “God then could connect all the plants and animals and people... the whole earth.  And even when we were far away from each other it would be ok because we would still be connected.” I looked at Wynter, his dark hair with gentle curls, soft face, and deep soulful eyes and said, “ I like that,” then I half teased, “do you suppose God is like fishing line string?”  He smiled, “ I do like to fishing.  Yeah, maybe God is just like that!”


We continued to talk about God, the many names of God, our connection to all living things, if you could get tangled up in the invisible string, and a plethora of other topics of a spiritual nature for quite a while during River’s nap.  Then we each took our cameras, exploring the possibilities that nature had offered through new blossoms bursting through, all connected to us by The Invisible String.  It was a miraculously peaceful afternoon.

The idea of The Invisible String has stuck with me HARD since our conversation.  It is so poignant to what is happening in the boys and my life right now.  As we prepare for a big transition out of a community we know and love dearly, leaving every day routine and familiarity, friends, and local haunts, there is great comfort in the knowledge that we will be surrounded not only by family, but also The Invisible String.  There is solace in this awareness that The Invisible String connects me with all living things.  This connection can not be severed because it is forged in the ultimate love.  I can move forward knowing that, while I say goodbye with a heavy heart, I am hopeful because of the existence of The Invisible String.