hoop dreams

hi there everyone

well what can I say? Inspiration took hold of me and there was no stopping me. There is a divine hooping goddess in Melbourne Australia, who shares her love of hooping by posting weekly tutorials on line for the world to enjoy. I have already learned so much from her that I will always be eternally grateful.

Then I saw this film that she made called, ‘DIY How to make a hula hoop dream catcher’

I was hooked. Of course I had to make one.

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I was so proud of myself it forced me to ask the obvious question.

Hey Carole, if you enjoyed making it so much why stop at one?
Why not make another one?
So I did!


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The instructions use old t-shirts but I had none available so the purple is from a shawl which I was never going to wear (for one reason or another) and the red is left over from a skirt I made during the summer.
The beads are from a necklace I was going to throw away.
The feathers were easy to make but I didn’t feel inspired to add more so stopped at four.
The hoops were bought on line about a year ago and totally unsuitable for anything I do, so I was happy to use them here.
Once I started cutting I discovered that the shawl fabric was obviously not intending for slicing because it frays considerably, leaving strands of threads in all directions.

If you were to look closely (and I’m not suggesting that you do that for a moment) you will see that it lends the finished product with something of a wispy quality, which I find endearing and perhaps appropriate for the dream theme. The fact that I’m happy with them is a demonstration of how I’ve changed from insisting that everything be neat and perfect to appreciating the joy and fun of the whole project. I love them.

Thanks Deanne, you’re a star and an inspiration, bless you.

That’s all for today folks, sweet dreams, CC xx



Hi there lovely people

So I was in my local park a couple of weeks ago, just enjoying myself, spinning a few circles, having fun with my toy, when I noticed that a small person several metres away had escaped from his adult person and was making a bee line for me across the grass.

He looked like a baby with a mission because no matter how much the lady called him, he ignored her, fixed his attention on me and walked (you know that adorable wobbly way that little children do) right towards me.

Of course I stopped hooping and watched him approach knowing that for someone of his young age there could only be one of three things on his mind.

Firstly, he didn’t look tired so I knew he didn’t want to sleep, secondly he didn’t look hungry and I had no food visible anyway, so I ruled that out as a possibility, thirdly I was playing and surmised that my hoop was the object of his attention and perhaps he wanted to play too.

With the lady some distance behind him, he made ground for someone so small and when he was just in front of me I held out the hoop. He grabbed it and plonked himself down on the grass.

This picture is an attempt to recreate the scene, bear for baby, duvet for grass, hoop in situ, I assume you’re with me so far.

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I have no idea why it took the lady so long to catch up with him but she eventually arrived,  pleading apologetically and upset with the baby for interrupting me. She seemed convinced that he was disturbing me and at that moment her assumption was her excuse to be agitated.

I assured her (or at least tried to assure her) that I wasn’t the least bit bothered. I mean, why would it bother anyone, he was adorable. Her apologies continued but I couldn’t help laughing at the cute little person on the grass, grappling with my hoop.

I was happy to watch him and he was obviously happy to play with the tube of plastic, he rolled under it, crawled over it, picked it up and somehow managed to flip it, even though it looked huge and awkward in his little hands.

Question seventeen: was the baby happy because he was playing or was the baby playing because he was happy?
Question eighteen: does it matter?

It was a delightful moment and I had fun until his adult tried to take my hoop away from him.

Why was she doing such a thing?
What on earth was she thinking?

I intervened and pointed out that we could see he was happy, I wasn’t bothered and there was nothing for her to concern herself about. When I also pointed out that he at least he wasn’t crying she seemed to snap out of her anxiety and calmed down enough to have a conversation with me telling me that he was her one year old grandson, that his mother was at the other side of the park, that he was ‘a bit of a handful’ and she never knew what to do when he cried.

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Like most (if not all) little people his attention span was limited and moments later he stood up and without so much as a glance in our direction he walked away.

So as sweet as the whole experience was, I found myself reflecting on the scene that had taken place. Anyone who knows anything about small people will be quite aware that they seldom leave their family member to go to a person they have never met before.

When left to choose for themselves they are most particular about the company they select. That little boy came willingly and without hesitation. He wanted to play and the fact that I was a stranger was of no concern. I never cease to be amazed by how readily children come to me and this is just another occasion to make me remember how blessed I am.

Life is sweet.

Thanks for joining me during this brief return to a recent event, I’ll share another experience some other time. For the moment, I thank you for visiting and reading and bless you all.

Bye for now, CC xx

moving mandalas

Hi there everyone

So this joy for hooping has kind of caught me by surprise and I had no idea it would press my spiritual buttons.

Firstly the way it feels sooooo good has been a bit of a shock. I knew I enjoyed spinning from the whirling and twirling of my jive and salsa days. (To be fair there’s not a lot of spinning in the world of tango but the shapes are very interesting so perhaps more about that another day.) Anyway, I had no idea that spinning with just a tube of plastic could feel as good as being led into a spin by a fabulous leader.

There are lots of connections I could make with my spiritual learning but for today I’m inspired to marvel at some of the names of hooping moves, which add to the spice of this fun activity.

There’s the vortex which made me laugh when I heard it, just because I’m a fan of Abraham-Hicks and they talk about the vortex in their teachings, hey they even wrote a whole book about it which comes with a guided meditation CD.

Then there’s the mandala which made me laugh too because as part of my spiritual awakening, I started painting a few years ago and mandalas feature heavily in my meditation inspired art.

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Here’s a love mandala which evolved over several weeks and I created it long before I renewed my relationship with the hula hoop. Sometimes, I like to think that my love affair with the circular tubing has in some way resulted from my concentration on this very love mandala.

So the vortex and the mandala are great moves and learning them along with their many variations keeps me entertained as I endeavour to grow, learn and improve.

I’m eternally grateful to the wonderful Deanne Love of Hooplovers because she introduced me to the magic world of hooping mandalas and I just love how it feels to spin them. She has no idea who I am but I’ve learned lots from her, I hope to meet her and thank her personally one day.

I’m also eternally grateful to the wonderful Jon Coyne of hoopsmiles for teaching me the vortex because I just love how it feels to spin them. He also has no idea who I am but I’ve  learned lots from him, I hope to meet him and thank him personally one day.

The internet is a wonderful thing because I’m in London, Deanne is in Melbourne and Jon is in Seattle but thanks to their generosity of time and energy, I can benefit from their online tutorials and enhance my joy of life and love my hooping even more.

That’s enough for today folks, thanks for joining me and I’ll be back when the inspiration grabs me.

Wishing you a fabulous day of fun and laughter, bless you all, CC xx