Hoop Healing

Since I have been flying solo in the relationship realm I have picked up my hula-hoop everyday. I hoop at the beach during sunset every chance I get. I wait for the moon to arrive and then I hoop a little more. And then, when I’m ready and I have all kinds of feminine energy flowing through me, I sit down in the sand, hug myself, and let the tears and wails flow freely. This has been a profound healing experience for me. I feel incredibly alive. You know you’ve reached a new milestone in your life when a good, hard cry feels as satisfying as a belly laugh.
I really missed hanging out with myself. I still don’t really know what the hell to do with my time, however. I overstayed my welcome until almost midnight at Jamie’s one night. I went to sleep around 8:30pm at least two nights in a row. I was at the gym for three hours last night. I find myself wandering around the grocery store for hours when all I need is a jar of peanut butter. Side-note: I am quitting peanut butter. I read recently that peanuts are a source of aflatoxins, a highly carcinogenic mold. Also, the reason for the cravings may indicate a copper deficiency (peanuts are high in copper.) Plus, the oil is PB is usually rancid. Ew. And, just to top it all off, my PB fix of choice is Skippy Natural, which has added sugar. I read the find print the other day and it said ‘Peanut Butter Spread’, indicating that this was not simply peanut butter, but an imposter. WTF?! Giving up my boyfriend and peanut butter? This could get dangerous.
So, to deal with all this in a healthy way I am hooping my sweet ass off. I hooped in the rain tonight. That was refreshing. I didn’t care that my hair was all matted to my face, mascara creating little black rivers on my cheeks, or that I smelled as good as two-month-old leftover meatloaf. I was ok with it, and that was the only opinion present, therefore the only opinion that counted. It’s kind of nice to have the option of showering, as opposed to the obligation in consideration towards the poor soul who would be sleeping inches from your meatloafyness.
I have a hoop workshop coming up in next weekend that I am seriously psyched about. I have worshipped this guy as a Hooper since I started last summer. His name is Jonathan Baxter, and he and his wife Ann are simply awesome. They’re good ole southern folk from North Carolina, which I resonate with immensely, and I admire the practice and philosophy they teach very much. Because hooping gets me connected, I’ve developed some awesome connections with other hoopers, and I will get to stay all three nights of the retreat in the same house that Ann and Bax will be staying in! I am so so so excited about this. I am ready to learn all I can from them, and from myself, during this time.
I believe that this is all divine timing. I loved spending time with my boyfriend. I rarely turned down a chance to sleep next to him. If we were still involved, I would have made different decisions, and most likely wouldn’t have lead myself towards this amazing opportunity. Therefore, I am so very grateful for it because I honor the exchange I have had with Spirit. I gave up a lot when I finally surrendered and trusted that I would be taken care of outside of a relationship with a partner. Spirit is already blessing me so wonderfully with such significant opportunities for growth and exciting change. I grieve the loss of my best friend/boyfriend, but I see the larger picture.
I am finding myself in the hoop, and it is an experience I will share with others when the time is right. This liberation is like nothing I have ever experienced. To have the Hoop as your partner instead of a person is an adventure. It is a relationship. I trust my creativity and myself, and I surrender to the rhythm of the hoop. I’ve found that I can feel sexy without it having to be for someone else. All of this occurs in the presence of a circular piece of plastic tubing decorated with flashy tape. It’s too simple. I love it. Try it, you will, too ☺