Those humbling moments put the whirling universe into perspective. I realize my own smallness in comparison to the vastness of the circle. |
Through the hoop I’ve discovered new worlds within myself, traveled to new places, and befriended a tribe of dancing astronauts. However, like any form of cosmic travel, hooping is risky. I am often challenged to anticipate the hoop’s current or frustrated by my inability to enjoy the moment. Some days, prepared to step into bliss, I trip over my own feet. Like a window looking out into night, my hoop goes dark. The door becomes a mirror and my reflection blots out the sky. Some days my hoop clatters into walls, shattering my aspirations of greatness and grace. Those humbling moments put the whirling universe into perspective. I realize my own smallness in comparison to the vastness of the circle. Instead of being discouraged by the realization, I find myself oddly comforted. I am a dust mote spiraling outward. I am a seed of posibility. Gazing out into the vastness beyond me, I glimpse a reflection of the dancer, mother, and teacher I become on my very best of days. I pick up my hoop and the journey begins again.
Begin your hoop journey this fall at SFCC! |