good mourning

You stood next to me as tall as the Sears Tower
that
we never got into
much like the relationship
we never had

i've moved thru life
like that vacant
parking lot
we saw the city
& life
before we tumbeled
our own flesh and blood towers

i sang your name
in my native tongue
an act
ive not redone

i was mesmerized
mesmorizing
the laughter wrinkles
around your
sinking blue ocean eyes

you said
i couldnt love you
without knowing the little things
yet it was this little hting
that still wanted to love you

you broke a very important promise
& all i wanted to do was beat you
with my fist

i just wanted
you or i
not to exist

we were emotional
but far from endearing

his death was a hot knife searing
out end was nearing

you know not how many days felt like nights

every day since you left

ive continued to fight
hoping my mind wouldnt fly
back to the most pleasurable heart wrenching sight
the memory of that morning
that turned into
mourning.

lazy sunday

I woke up early today, well early for what most people wake up on Sunday. I had an awesome day ahead of me. I was looking forward to Chinatown Parade at 1 p.m. followed by Parkour around 2 p.m. things were looking good. Loved my hair and clothes, had all my things packed up. Even shared a few smiles, hugs, and kissess with the sweetiepie. Off I went facing a cold brisk walk down to the Austin blue line stop. I get there all hopes in hand and that wonderful 2 turnstile entrance decides to stop me and my plans dead in thier tracks. It must have been hungry and angry, because instead of taking a timestamp nible of the cta pass it ate it whole. It was not coming back to me... I waited and tried other cards which it ate too... nothing... I assumed defeat. I would have spoken to the cta attendent but this side of the stop doesn't have one of those. So here I am now, drinking juice, writing a blog looking the best I ever have to write a post, and staring aimlessly ahead at the hours left in this day.

It is winter isn't it?

I'm surprised Blogger hasnt shut my blog down because of how much I neglect it.... Life is moving at an odd pace of super quick and sand counting slow. I feel as if my hoop life over night went from something I only do in a basement to stages around Chicago. As if I called my fairy god mother and she was like click click your heels and heres some ordinary dust and poof. I'm proud to say I will be teaching hooping in an all womens gym this spring. I never thought hooping would go from hobby to passion to means of income all while remaining a passion. It's a lovely surprise. It's a whirlwhind to see the rotation of life. Going from hooper with loads of questions to a hooper being held at gun point with questions by new hoopers. Sometimes it's a little intimidating, but I'm over joyed to help! Don't get me wrong I still have lots of questions to ask as well as lots of things to figure out along the way with my hoop path. Least I can say is I'm very pleased to be on this loving journey. Hopefully I'll see some of the lovely faces who read this post with my hoop in hand or on hips soon.

In other news Fire Drums here I come! Also, big hugs to Gypsy Circus for being so warm and welcoming, and keeping me in thier loop. I appreciate the warm welcome. Also if you happen to be a woman in the Chicagoland area please feel free to attend a intro to hooping class for free with me at Good Gyrrl Studio the event info is here > > > great way to kick off womans heart association month!

Other non-sense soon to come!