Hooposophy is working on a blog about hooping though grief and was looking for stories. I wrote the folllowing (& thought I would share):



I'm sorry to say that I don't know your name. :( But I'd like to share my story with you. I'm very open to telling my story because each time I do, I feel the healing that takes place for myself. If someway, somehow that goes out to touch another, then what a beautiful unknown added bonus.



Hooping through grief. Well here it goes. I…  

It's been a day of reflection so far. Changing the bedsheets multiple

times because you have a child sick with a stomach virus leads to that,

I think. Up at 4 am and again at 5:45...early morning rendezvous with

the washing machine in the quiet darkness of the corner of the

basement., the being so tired you want to fall asleep yet having one

eye open in case she's sick again...you're running low on blankets. I

wouldn't trade holding her hair back and changing her…  

This morning I awoke to receive the most amazing gift. The warmth of

the sun streaming through the window above my bed, tickled my face as

if to say, "Come play with me!" I started to sit upright and a tiny

little voice said, "No, lay down and snuggle me a foo more minutes." :)

That little voice, the small plump precious hands reaching for my neck,

the beauty of her hazel eyes struggling to open. Now tell me how do…