Zen Hooping

Have you ever been absolutely sure of something only to find out that you don't know jack?
I read The Secret a couple of months ago and the change in life has been significant.
Better job.
Better life.
More laughs.
Then I met a guy in Kyoto who said I wasn't very in touch with the HERE and NOW.
Of course I politely listen to him while simultaneously thinking he could stick his new age mumbo jumbo where the sun don't...mm hmm
Then I began to Hoop in earnest. Exploring my new hobby with all the enthusiasm of a gaggle of Kindergartens at recess.

As with any new endeavor I always want to be good immediately and this need for instant success leaves me fumbling a lot longer than if I just appreciated the journey for what it is and accept that I'm gonna suck for a while.
Today as I hooped in Shinjuku Gyoen, I dropped the hoop more times than I can count as I tried to perfect moves that the Super Hooper in my daydreams expertly choreographed but my hooping fairy godmother Sushizume showed me how to truly move with the hoop. Be the hoop. Love the hoop.
And it wasn't until I let go of the Alvin Ailey daydream that I was able to sway and swish that baby around my waist and arms like a pro and really get into the groove. It was a day of orgiastic hoop lovin' I tell ya!
Love.
Hoop.
Rhythm.
HERE.
NOW.
aaaaaaaah...I get it!