It is like you are reading along with the music notes of the song and know exactly which move will go next. At that moment you feel the greatest sense of accomplishment. As if you are actually “hoopdancing” All the hours of hard work you put into learning moves, and combos combine into 5 mins of beauty.

Even after hooping for 3 year, there are only a select number of times I can clearly remember getting to this point. It is not an every day thing for me, dont get me wrong, I feel in sync and in the rhythm. I feel the beat and feel as if I am moving gracefully, but then you have the moments like this that leave you craving more. Its the pure addiction of feeling at peace with your surroundings. Nothing else matters at that moment. It is all about you and the beats surrounding your body.

Once I have hit this moment of bliss, I hold on this for a second longer. Taking a moment to stop and notice the vibrant color of the grass under my feet, the glorious sun setting on the horizon, the wind blowing my long hair. A moment of reflection. A moment with mother nature.

These are the moments I crave, the moments that leave me wanting more. This is why I am a hoopdancer.

The cool breeze rushes in through the windows- Inside my circle, we are one.

The slow movements, the music penetrating my ears, we make the connection.

Around and around I go, nothing matters at this very moment but me and my hoop. Stress from the days before and the days to come all rush through me like raging rapids our my fingertips and toes clearing my mind and spirit.

Like a newborn baby, I am fresh and new. Reborn again.

Living on the inside, clears my head- the outside sets me free- free movement, wind blowing in my hair, all around my body.

A calmness sets in. It follows the hoops movement as it transfers from my head to my toes whirling me up in a tornado. Spinning, spinning, spinning faster and faster until my soul is at peace. My spirit calm. I am new.