My name is Anah, but for the last 20 some odd years most have known me by the moniker “Hoopalicious”. This is because for the last 20 years I have been on the forefront of the ever-growing movement that is the art of Modern Hoop Dance, or “Hooping”. I won’t delve into it too deeply here, but if you want to know more about what Hoop Dance is, click HERE. Spending that long doing something “fringe”, spearheading an emerging art form, performing/teaching around the world and also managing to spend most of my time engrossed in transformation and spiritual teachings gives one a lot to talk about.
I am still a hooper (#hooperforlife), but I find myself leaning into my other talents these days. I find myself wanting to express more through the written and spoken word, than through the dance. I find myself wanting to share what the wild and treacherous path of the hoop has taught me. I find myself wanting to bask in quiet moments of reflection and share deep thoughts. I also find myself wanting to play more, simply… and with friends.
I love nothing more than raunchy humor right on the heels of spiritual insight. This happens naturally, it seems 😉 I still, and ever, LOVE to dance and connect with people from all walks of life. I love to know we are, well and truly, ALL in this together. My heart sings the most when, even in the midst of chaos and trouble, us humans are able to find the common thread of HOPE for humanity… even if it lies in just a seemingly small moment of helping a stranger with their groceries or holding the door even if you are running late. I am one who notices the flowers and how the light falls just so. I am one who worries more than she should and often falls short of seeing how much she is capable of. I am often the one given the dubious honor of showing themselves so transparently, as to leave nothing left to dig for. As much as this pains me at times… “really universe?? I gotta be the one crying her eyes out on the screen over some seriously first world shit?”
I see the value in telling our REAL stories. I strive to be brave enough to show the process, messy as it is, to becoming the version of yourself that you are proud of. I don’t want to show just the end result that sells books and has strangers put you on a pedestal. SO, yeah. This is me. Messy. Sublime. Lights up a room. Total wet blanket. Beautiful. Ugly. Kind. Cold. Sometimes, you have to plumb the depths if you want to dance in the light. Let’s get DEEP. And let’s keep it LIGHT. Shall we?
