Julie Fay in Elm Canton, Illinois, received her hoop in the mail. She writes, “That night, under cover of darkness, I stole out to the backyard and gave it a spin, sure that I’d be picking the thing up off the ground more than I’d actually be hooping. After a few initial misfires, I was swooping and looping like a 10-year-old again, back in the driveway of my childhood. Before long, my frown of concentration gave way to a grin. Stress? What stress? I wiggled and giggled and sent the tensions of the day around and around and up into the night sky. Some women like shopping. Others enjoy pedicures, or tennis, or Zumba. I’d rather go to the dentist than shop, my feet are ticklish, I can’t hit a ball and I’m too inhibited for crazy Latin dancing. But give me a loop of PVC pipe with pink sparkles, and, while I wouldn’t exactly call it poetry in motion, it’s playful movement. I’d forgotten what a joy that was.” Full post: Canton Daily Ledger
Just a note — my column is syndicated, so while the Canton Daily Ledger ran it, I don’t live there! I’m hooping — and writing — in Massachusetts.
Thanks for picking this up and reposting. Hoop on!
Thank YOU Julie