I hooped so hard for so long yesterday that I’m all a-quiver and a-tremble from the aching. There were at least a half dozen hoopers at the Dance For Peace rally on the beach, and we all compared notes and shared tricks and danced and danced and danced. After having a cruddy Sunday morning, I found myself in a totally blissed out, altered headspace (hoopspace?) for most of Sunday afternoon. And this morning I have ground beef-style blisters on my feet from dancing in flip-flops.