I don’t stick with one thing for too long. I’m usually super enthusiastic about something for a few months, then eventually I back off and do something else for awhile until it’s time for me to come back to the first thing.
This is just part of my creative cycle.
Part of everyone’s probably.
I swing back and forth between art and writing, with other fun adventures thrown in. I tend to make the most art in the spring and fall when my studio is the perfect temperature, and I write in the summer and winter when I can take my laptop around wherever I want.
Then there’s hooping. Oh hooping, my new love. What a lovely way to smooth out my erratic summer energy.
I got my hoop at a farmer’s market last year and I wasn’t really sure what to do with it, but I went hope to ask Dr. Google and found this video and realized I had to learn how to do this. I’ve always wished I could dance but I was cursed with the coordination of a giraffe in a straightjacket, but somehow I’m not too bad at this. Hooping can be as simple or elaborate as I want and still be beautiful. In fact, I love the simplicity of a good, flowing hoop dance without a million fancy tricks. That’s why I love this video so much. Sure, there are some advanced tricks in there, but most of it is just the performer moving with her hoop. The hoop is only an extension of her.
Also, I’m utterly obsessed with the song “Jezebel” that’s playing in the video.
I have a few paintings in the works, a couple minor writing projects, but right now I hoop. I go for my walk in the mornings, get ready for the day, and hoop for a few minutes before work. When I get off work, I do stuff till the heat mellows out, then I stroll down to the park with my hoop over my shoulder and practice in front of God and everybody, which in itself is a huge practice in allowing myself to be seen and open to ridicule when my nature is to be as inconspicuous as possible, which is hard to do when you keep whacking yourself in the head as you try to figure out the damn vortex.
Then on the weekends when I visit my family’s ranch up in the mountains, I bring my hoop and play in the meadow down by the ponds and the river and listen to the breeze rustle the tree leaves, the birds and critters chirping in the woods, and watch the egrets and deer slip through tall grass. Hooping is my happy place right now.
I love this phase of my creative cycle, and I’m excited for when images fill my mind again, begging for me to paint them, for when I start whispering prose under my breath like a creep when I go for my walks and then rush home to right. For now, I hoop. I read a lot. I sleep in. I ride horses. I soak in every drop of golden summer with bare feet in the grass and my hoop in the sky, right before it smacks my head again.
That’s me all proud of mah-self after showing my mom the flow sequence I just made up and only bonking my head once!
What makes you happy right now?