Wow. North Carolina. Humid, sticky, hot and super real hoop flow. Tonight was the first day of the Hoop Path retreat. I am sort of at a loss for words because whenever I hang out with Hoop Pathers, particularly Baxter, I just feel like there is nothing more to be said. It is a sensation of deep meditation, presence and love. I still remember a workshop with Bax which started with us all sitting on the floor, holding a flower blossom and simply taking it in wordlessly. This is how I feel pretty much every moment here. I am just soaking up the beauty. Moment after precious moment.

The evening began for me with some dinner and lots of familiar faces to reconnect with, a wonderful and witty opening from Kimowan and welcoming words from Baxter, and then a flowshow and hoop jam. Baxter is such a brother. Again... where did the words go? The silence seems to have more spaciousness.

I performed a slow heart transmission piece which has been on my mind but has yet to find full expression in rehearsal and choreography and it felt so good to share it... The jam was pulsing, hot and sweaty and felt fantastic. My body felt a rememberance of why it all matters so much. The feeling of surrender in the performance coupled with rocking out was delicious.

SO many wonderful and familiar faces here!!! Hoolamonsters Jessica and Abbey, Firefly Hoops Ann Delinger, Lisa Browning from LA, the Sf peeps~ Joy, Rich, Lauren, Rosie and Khan, the fantastic Spiral, Geoff from Canada, the legendary Brecken, HoopNectar Nyali, and many, many more!

I am honored to be staying with Beth in her wonderful crafty wood home. I adore Beth. Her warmth and beauty are so amazing to behold. Her skills, an inspiration. Erica and Beth showed us their amazing handmade fashions and all the girls tried on skirts and tops and pants, swirling and modeling ruffles and glimmering fabrics while we wound down in the living room and had chocolate.

Somehow I was gifted what looks to be the nicest sleeping place here~ in a castle turret gorgeous wood beamed room filled with guitars and other instruments, lots of windows and a skylight. Crickets are singing, it is pitch black out and awesome warm air is keeping my skin moist. Ah! My Caribbean blood is happy. What a magical life I lead. Thank you!