There is a lot to say, that could be said, but it is not. Without release, I stand here helpless. Thought is my cocoon, my haven. To reverse is to undo, to stand down, to give up. Is this too black and white? Gone are times when birds' cooing made for sweet music. The songs are in the strings, creating ripples, concentric circles, life itself. In this, I can breathe. Tranquility. This is said.

I have a tendancy to set certain hooping goals for myself. Today, I felt very successful. I got together with the BF, we have our hooping space upstairs, with a car seat next to the record player for the DJ/hoop helper. Basically we perform for each other, and offer objective views on things, and help each other along with things that we can. Luckily, his style is so different than mine, if he can't do something, there is a good chance I can, and vice versa. I practice hooping every day at work…