Hooping in Oakland again. Musical guidance: It Will Come Back by Hozier.
Haven't hooped in a month. Stuck in stalling patterns. So I'm letting go of the thoughts holding me hostage.
Possessed by the ghosts of echoes. The homage no longer witnessed, proving to be a mirage at a distance. Presence retrieves me in the touch of alignments found rhythmically.
To the New Year I go. Ready to take on the seasons in flow.
LOVE
