Happy Hooping!

20130519-122051.jpgThis morning was another reminder of why I love hula hooping. While I was preparing breakfast, I heard a girl screaming and crying. I looked outside my window and saw a cute little blonde girl crying as she followed her father in the building. A few moments later, while I was sitting outside eating, the same girl shyly emerged from the neighboring patio doors and stared at me. I smiled. She smiled and ducked her head down. I went inside, grabbed two hoops, came out, and offered the smaller one to her, “Want to play?” She looked back inside at her dad to check, and then hesitantly took the hula hoop from me. I started hooping, and soon she did too. We laughed and hooped in the sun. It was lovely. A few moments later, her dad came out and I let her play with the hoop while I went back to my breakfast/journaling. When she finished, she leaned it against the wall and smiled with gratitude. I am so happy I was able to give her a little extra sunshine this morning. So thankful for hula hoops.

Eight months ago, I tried hooping for the first time. I fell in love. A month later, someone loaned me one of her hoops to practice on before purchasing my own shortly afterwards. Winter forced me indoors; because of that, I’ve only done minimal hooping in our apartment and a couple fitness clubs/gyms. When warm weather hit a month ago, I grabbed a hoop nearly every day and went outside. One minute. Five. Thirty. Whatever. I just do it. One sits in the backseat of my car wherever I go, just in case. I’m not that great at it — my skills are limited to keeping it going around certain parts of my body, moving it down (but not up), some hand hooping, and a couple isolations. Plus, I’ve been doing everything with only three hoops – a now-worn-out polypro, and two larger, heavier hoops. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is how much fun it is!

Hooping moves me. Fills me with joy. Makes me young. Clears my mind. Grounds me. Connects me. It has unleashed my free spirit. I can’t exactly put it into words.

I’ll be adding a few more to my collection soon as I hope to improve my skills and share the fun with others. Colors will swirl around me this summer. Friends, I don’t care how strange you think I am. I love it. It frees me. I will always bring my hoops with me. You are more than welcome to give them a try and enter this magical world.

A hoop comes everywhere with me.

 

Do Something.

Earlier this week, my husband finished painting over our green walls in our old apartment while I sat back and watched/took photos like any helping wife. After we were done, we walked into the storage area to make sure our storage was completely cleared out. (Yes, we had stuff in storage: holiday boxes and patio/gardening supplies.)  The locked storage units are located in an unlocked room across the hall. We walked in at, flicked on the lights, and startled a young man that was in the room. He was wearing a black t-shirt, baggy pants, and standing near a sleeping bag and pillow on the floor. We were shocked and confused, so we checked our storage, mumbled some apologies, and left the room. On our way home, my husband suggested that he was homeless. It hadn’t crossed my mind — I assumed his girlfriend kicked him out of an apartment or something like that. At that point, I wondered aloud, “Why didn’t we ask him if he needed anything? We should have said something to him.” We didn’t go back to check on him and I forgot about him until this morning.

On my way to work today, I noticed a similar-looking man sitting on a sleeping bag under an overpass. I immediately thought of the guy in the storage unit — I’m pretty sure it was the same person. I don’t know if it was, but it made me consider my actions. Or rather, my lack of actions.

Why didn’t we ask him if he needed anything? Why didn’t we find out his story? Offer him some water? Food? Possibly offer our empty apartment to him for one night? Why didn’t we do something? Just for a few moments. Was that the same person? Where would he be today if we said something to him? Why did we just walk away? Since when am I the kind of person to walk away? I was mentally kicking myself for not doing anything.

So, in my car, I prayed for him. I prayed that he would find a comfortable place to sleep. I prayed for a chance to see him again so I could say something to him. I prayed for someone to help him. As expected, I didn’t see him under the overpass on my way home. Maybe I’ll see him again, maybe I won’t.

I know that he is just one of thousands of homeless people across the United States. I know that I can’t help everyone. But I can help one. And another. And another. Possibly another. Somehow. And each life will be changed, even if just for a moment. Every action is powerful.

I am writing this for myself and for you. Next time you come across someone with a little longing in their eyes, a story they want to share, or someone on a park bench with all their belongings — stop. Say hello. Ask them how they’re doing. Ask them if they need anything. Do something. Don’t walk away like I did.

Do something.

May Is Here With New Goals….

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Last month, I started setting some goals. Here’s how I did with them:

Wake up earlier in the morning. Strangely easy, and has led to so many more calm and accomplished mornings! I even started a before-work coffee meet-up! Crazy!

Read 8 good books this month.   I read eight books! And enjoyed most of them.

Drink at least one green juice or green smoothie a day. Fail. I kept track of which days I didn’t drink a green juice or smoothie and apparently I averaged one every other day. That isn’t that bad, but I could double that!!!

Find time to journal every day.  Even though I ended up missing three days, I consider this a goal accomplished. Two of those days were because I was sick and one day, I just randomly forgot because my schedule was a little different. I can’t remember the last time I journaled nearly daily. I love it.

Ride my bike at least three times a week. Fail. I rode my bike once in April. Once. Two weeks were very rainy and cold, so I really couldn’t ride my bike, but the other two weeks were just busy or lazy (with the exception of that one ride — which was lovely).

Waking up earlier, journaling, and reading many books are part of my routine now. For May, I plan to keep my April ‘goals’ (definitely biking and drinking green juices more, though) in addition to creating new ones for May.

May is slated to be a busy (good) month so I’ve made my goals very general:

Revamp my website. I’d like this site to be professionally polished. There is nothing wrong with it but it’s missing that something extra to make it shine. I could spend hours playing around with codes, or buy a design/hire somewhere. Since I don’t want to be on the computer too much, I’m leaning towards the latter.

Stay offline more.  Yes, I totally understand the irony in saying that I wanted to revamp this site and following up with “stay offline more.” I spend very little time tinkering around here or reading other blogs. Most of my screen time is spent browsing the net, connecting in social media, or watching videos. I feel like it’s a ‘winter’ thing for me to do. Warmer weather is pulling me outdoors and I want to make more ‘outdoorsy’ choices. I know the same probably goes for you.

Finalize living plans for the next couple years. After months of going back and forth between, “should we do this or do that?” we have finally started to narrow it down. This includes a trip to visit our land in a few weeks! I’ll share more details soon, but right now, my goal is get some of these details and ideas set in stone.

Cut back on packaged foods. I’ve been drawn to fresh and bulk foods for a few years now, but still buy some things in wasteful packages. I would like to be more intentional about the types of food purchases I make. Less packaging means better foods and less waste!

Have people over more often. My husband and I have realized that we’re more extroverted than we think we are, especially in social groups. We both thrive around certain groups of people and would to replace some of our quiet nights at home with a living room or backyard full of food and laughter.

What does your May look like?

Much love!

973-1000 gifts :: Finally!

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973. random phone call from a friend for a spontaneous adventure 974. a walk in the woods 975. a friend’s birthday celebration with people I haven’t seen in awhile 976. driving fast on the highway after midnight 977. grace 978. newborn calf sucking my fingers 979. watching squirmy week-old piglets 980. silly horse nipping at my arm (I think this is the same horse that came up to me awhile ago) 981. the joy that my husband and I feel together on a farm 982. sharing essential oils with friends 983. a much-needed conversation with my husband about the future 984. my husband’s unending patience and understanding 985. a relaxing Sunday night 986. laughing — really laughing 987. Monday morning calm 988. spring BBQ/first BBQ of the year 989. fireside hooping 990. giving away free books to strangers 991. mason jar breakfast 992. students enjoying themselves in the pool 993. new contacts 994. craft beer 995. buying a birthday treat for someone I just met 996. friendship 997. driving barefoot 998. infectious joy on the red carpet 999. large, full moon on the horizon mesmerizing me 1000. life.

One. Thousand. Gifts. Whoa. In July of 2012, I started my list of a thousand gifts. Nine months later, I am here. At one thousand. I am so transformed. Even though I was already photographing details for years and keeping track of little things that made me happy, actually writing down God’s gifts to me filled my heart with the love and gratitude needed to embrace this wonderful life with open arms. I also know that the thousand I listed were only a fraction of thousands more that I didn’t think to record. Often, I’ve felt that my life was missing something, or I wanted something I didn’t have; but this exercise has reminded me of how oh so full my life really is. I am lacking nothing. In every step I take, I am surrounded with gifts. There are gifts in every person I meet. Every place. Every event. Every moment. There are gifts of emptiness and fullness. Gifts of enough. Gifts of goodbyes and hellos. Gifts of lacking and gifts of having. Of breath and death. Everything is to cherish. Everything shapes us. Life is one magnificent, fragile gift.

I am forever in awe.

957-972 gifts :: 04.19.13

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957. nephew excited to show me he can spell his name 958. bearded dragon bath 959. the way my cat brings me his toy and plays fetch 960. motivation to start writing a book 961. beautiful singing voices 962. hanging out in a truck yard 963. tagging along for unproductive day of errands with my husband (better than staying home alone) 964. deer at sunset 965. horse fences 966. excitement over bean plants that unexpectedly grew 967. coffee 968. long-lasting friendship 969. grass turning green 970. having a job with sick days 971. husband running out to get me get-well food before he goes to work 972. abundant rain