it's called poi, not roshambo

You wouldn't know it from watching my performance last night.  The class was full, pot and staves and ball-on-a-long-rope-that-you-wind-round-your-neck-like-in-those-kung-fu-movies were spinning and sailing all over the place.  Threading the needle continues to elude (and hurt) me, but I worked on it some more, along with some new moves in front of me.  I practiced all of the older stuff too, and the weaves and turns are coming along very nicely.  I even felt a brief moment of satori whil turning and listening to the music, like when I'm dancing on a good night.  Bully for that.

Class ran long, which kept me from getting to Ceremony last night.  All things considered, staying home was probably the wisest move.