lilea spirals


[trans-fer-mey-shuhn] - noun
1. the act or process of transforming.
2. the state of being transformed.
3. change in form, appearance, nature, or character.
4. Theater . a seemingly miraculous change in the appearance of scenery or actors in view of the audience.

I started documenting my journey in the hoop last September through a series of webcam videos, some of which I have shared on sites like YouTube, but most of which I have never even watched myself. The habitual act of hitting record on my laptop each time I picked up the hoop at home drew a loving sort of teasing from some of my fellow hoopers and certainly from my partner and son who have had to endure the flashing red light everyday for over a year.

I didn’t have a goal the first time I pushed record and I never thought of doing anything with the videos (besides, again, sharing the occasional one on YouTube). Recording myself helped me learn new moves (like isolations) and helped confirm I was doing something correctly or at least was able to correct when something didn’t look quite right.

Earlier this week I was scrolling through the now 1,451 files and decided to watch the very first recording (which is the first video clip in this video).

I sat back, in shock, and tried to understand what I was watching. Who was this girl? She felt like an absolute stranger— It was in that moment that I realized I had documented possibly the most transformative year of my life… my first year as a mother… the first year of living in our current home… the end of one career and the beginning of another… and of course my first year of really connecting and really falling hopelessly in love with the little plastic circle we call a ‘hula hoop’

I’ve spent the past week watching some of the 1400+ videos… Selected at random, each video transported me back to that time and place… I remembered what my son had done that day, sometimes what I’d cooked for dinner that night, but always I remembered what had driven me into the hoop that day… Stress reliever, to meditate, trying to finally “get” that one trick, fear I was losing who I was within motherhood, love, heartache, peace. Each day and reason different… but each was working towards getting me to the place I am today.

If someone told me that the past twelve months had actually been twelve years, I really could honestly believe them. So much has happened in my life. So many doors have opened, so many footsteps have been taken on so many newly forged paths. This year has been amazing, important, and incredibly special. I am so thankful to have my transformation documented and I look forward to the moment the girl at the end of this video feels like a stranger.

I hope to never stop transforming.