the point isn’t getting my wish (though cool things have emerged from wishing), it’s learning about my relationship with wanting, accessing the qualities…
wanting can be hard, it is easy to feel conflicted about it, and the reasons for that make this a surprisingly subversive practice…
this is the 370th week of wishing, come play!
stars
last week I wished a wish called so clear under the stars
and it was a mostly-metaphorical wish
as things are (or can be)
but then yesterday I texted the beautiful far-away cowboy
“what is the place with the stars, let’s go there”
he is the sort of person who knows the places where you can see all the stars
invitation
and then immediately after asking,
I opened twitter and was greeted with
{this glorious image}
how often am I struck dumb with beauty
— well, okay, all the time, but that’s just because I don’t talk
anyway, breathing in the treasure of this photograph
made me want to quit twitter
and everything else forever
to devote myself to this photograph
to gaze on this image or be there in it
“I guess southern Idaho is the place for us then!”
said the cowboy, who likes the Snake River anyway, when I showed it to him
let’s go
let’s go be quiet in the quiet
under the stars
this is what I want
mirroring
I am in a very loud place
metaphorically, sure,
but really I mean that I am in the noisy cafe of a supermarket
for purposes of internet
— story of my life right now
and this is also related to my wishes,
I would like to not need to be online —
and here we are in the month of Deep Listening
which usually requires quiet (and quiet is what I want most)
but sometimes it is so very useful to listen to people in their loudness
and see how it mirrors yours
not doing it
the guy behind me is yelling,
angry and upset about
something he doesn’t want to do that someone in his life
apparently wants or expects him to do,
insisting I’M NOT DOING IT over and over
to his friend, who is asking all the wrong questions,
making it about the logistics of this situation when this is not about logistics,
it is about yes and sovereignty and boundaries
but she wants to help and this is how she knows how to help,
maybe it is how she would want someone to help her
if roles were reversed
anyway this guy is just grinding wheels so hard
and I am premenstrual and impatient,
or: in that powerful state of premenstrual impatience,
aka sky queen burn it all down levels of clarity and DNFW*
wanting so badly to take over here
know it and glow it
this is what I want to say to him:
dude, you’ve already received the decision that you aren’t going to do it
so don’t fucking do it
and just be okay with that
because it really is okay
stop talking about how you aren’t doing it
and just agree to not do it
know it and glow it
but I didn’t say anything (because…)
1) this is actually what I need to say to myself
about situation X
of course it is much easier for me to feel
impatient with random stranger stuck in some
WUSIT situation aka What Unsovereign Shit Is This
than it is to just do what I need to do,
or really, in this case,
to not do what I need to not do
I am trying to justify my no
instead of just glowing my no
and knowing my no
with certainty and Crown On
this person is a mirror and a reminder
and it is time for me to follow the advice
that I think he needs
because (like most advice)
it is actually advice for me*
2) this is why I don’t speak
well, okay, that is not actually true but it might
make the top ten reasons
after the part about how
[if I don’t take steps to minimize input and output
then I have to hide in bed and
spend the majority of my life just recovering
from the work of being alive ]
but what I mean to say here is that
part of my mission in life is to
learn about my own state of internal quiet
until
until
I no longer feel pulled
by this need-desire to yell at strangers
or by anything
new adventures await
the sweetest message from Fred in North Carolina
it was absolutely full of love
I really like Fred
I admire you greatly and have learned much from you, starting with that weekend you taught at my yoga studio all those years ago.
I know you have helped many and still do. I wish you all the best.
New adventures await.
Namaste, dear Havi!
this is the best reminder in the world
new adventures await
follow the stars
all timing is right timing
he sent this in february and I read it in february
but I RECEIVED it now, so it is a double-gift,
this is also part of my wish this weke,
I want the treasure I seed in the world to be
received and then received again, like sparks and starbursts,
slow-release time-delay capsules
of love-sweetness-compassion
and wise witchy grace
or whatever is most needed in the moment
of releasing
what if something beautiful can be released in me or in the world!
releasing as a form of receiving,
in addition to all the releasing work I do of letting go of things that are done,
what if the more I release in the sense of letting go,
the more can be released in this new sense!
the fear that is not mine
sometimes I am afraid (I think this is monsters, actually)
let’s see, what is the fear, something about how if I
say yes to more quiet
and under the stars
I won’t be able to connect to people
that isolation and loneliness will be the price of my freedom
yes, this is old rigged-game programming
very, very old
left over from the days when
we needed to be accepted by the tribe for survival
starbursts, again
I was in a car, watching the giant moon rise
and the person next to me kept offering me snacks and describing them,
and I wasn’t really listening because I wasn’t hungry, and because of the moon,
and suddenly their words came through:
I mean, who knows, maybe you need a starburst
and my eyes opened wide, in startlement (star pun!)
because that is exactly what I need
to be a starburst, to be in my star-state and glow,
and to let things change in a bursting forth
but actually this person was offering me candy
which I did not want at all, but what I heard was more like a message
delivered straight from the stars
(gratitude)
what do I wish for?
hmmm this weeks wishes are a meandering collection of clues and sparks
because apparently I am not ready to say my wish in words yet
what I want is to close a door
to cleanly, clearly, emphatically, unapologetically close a door
which has been open for far too long
I see now that the original purpose of this door
was soul-service
but its state of [being-open] no longer supports anyone,
not the people who come to it and knock
and not the people on the receiving end who end up with
arms full of these unsolicited
requests, stories, demands, meltdowns, drama, mysteries
this door should really be more like a hollow tree in the forest
where people can go to howl their howls
or a place by the river where people can skip their stones
it does not need to be a door into my space
or the space of people I love
and actually I do not need to provide any doors
or trees or rivers
that is not my job
people are wise and can find their own answers
what opens when this door closes?
wisest me whispers:
you are a marvel
and this is not even a big deal
honestly most people will not even notice
there are no negative consequences from glowing your glow
and giving yourself what you need
(quiet, stillness, supportive environments)
through releasing what you don’t
(input, distraction, more things to do that you never wanted to do to begin with)
trust me when I say that LESS AND LIGHT are where to put your focus, think of them as design companions to FREEDOM AND PLEASURE, your guiding stars
what will help me close this door?
ah, new adventures await when I close it
also it is not so much closing it as removing it
or, really, erasing it
yes, erase the door
there can be no trace of a door that is this kind of door
it is gone
poof!
what do I know about my wishes?
this is about that thing I keep learning
about how sometimes you have to say a clear no
to invite yes
and how trusting this is scary
but this is what is indicated,
and right
may I have the courage to dismantle and undo
to listen and trust
to release and
receive
choose towards
freedom and pleasure
glow my star glow
and do less
letting the doing-less be how I am of service in the world
ah of course this is a wish about
being true to my mission
yes
now
the superpower of deep listening
last month was HARMONY, with the superpower of hearing the melody, and August is MUSE, with the superpower of Deep Listening, and that is exactly what I am doing
thank you, past-me, for being such a good namer and calling this into being
last week’s wishes
last-week-me wished a wish called so clear under the stars
and guess what, my wish was really about Clarity — which I received, in spades, but now I am going to be spending September and October literally under the stars out in the middle of nowhere, and could not be happier about this.
invitation: come play with me…
you are invited to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share appreciation or anything sparked for you while reading, including any stories you wish to let go of, any adventures you wish to welcome
deposit wishes, gwishes, superpowers, qualities, ingredients, intel, possibly in code
safe space for creative exploration asks us to let go of care-taking and advice-giving
wishes are never late because whenever you wish is the right time for wishing
here’s how we meet each other’s wishes: oh, wow what beautiful wishes
♡
Starburst! * <3 *
I think I'll just throw some wish ingredients into the pot for now…
* a delicious dinner
* same as last week, deepening and expanding, oh yes, please
* [silent retreat]
* safe travels
* bright horizons
* sunset, moonrise, starlight, sunrise
* safety and sweetness
* loving the gerund
(smiles and waves)
May it be so, to all these beautiful wish ingredients!
Starburst!
Oh so lovely, such beautiful wishes!
the theme this week is letting go of [things]. not so easy, but it is the next step.
my compass for the year is PRACTISE and T is Trust which i am in dhort supply of, and i tend to cling anyway (being a Cancer). Bianca Jaguar says LET IT GO. Guidance says, honey you have no idea how WONDERFUL what i have planned for you is, but you need to wait. Lots of waiting while things perk. Lots of tiny steps looking like going nowhere.
So my only wish today is to Trust the process, the journey. i keep derailing my progress, but i want to see what happens next.
*Starburst* feels like a releasing…only with a lot more sparks, a lot more energy than my usual idea of releasing.
Maybe I need *starburst* to create/provide the energy I constantly say I don’t have (is it possible to create energy without spending energy? Is this even the right question to ask?) That’s not entirely accurate… sometimes there’s unexpected energy when I (get X).
Yet what about this *starburst* feels more like a *supernova*? (ok monsters, not all scientists agree that *supernova* is scary…yet, a wish for permission… permission to be ok with the scary…)
Dearest Havi, thank you for that glorious photo. And thank you for all your words. You have been in my thoughts, so sending appreciation, hugs and a bounty of stars in your adventures.
I have been thinking of you! A bounty of stars indeed! Sparks
Oh Havi, I feel a raw sadness upon reading this. Like an advance grief. Like a letting go is occurring that is painful but a must. Mm, not a must–a healthy response to Beacons of No. Breaths for loss and fear.
It reminds of this theme that’s coming up for me a lot lately, where doing what’s right doesn’t always feel right *smiles ruefully*
Wishes in the pot sounds like a good idea, Kathleen, thankyou. So these be’eth mine:
~ stars and quiets for Havi
~ “Keys and Locks” for me
~ Tending to the (squeaky raw) Tenderness
~ kindness, grace, and integrity upon our paths, for these feel sorely lacking and I seem so easily burnt by it all
~ Ease and Flow for all of us
~ And then Raucous Wicked Magicky Things all round!
All the permission and all the legitimacy <3
<3
My wish:
There is a thing I want to say. Have wanted to say for sometime. That I want someone to know. (It’s that I love them. Isn’t it always that?)
And all timing is right timing.
And when I sent a text across the crowded room that said “come and talk to us” there he was, coming to talk to us. To me. And when everyone left, he stayed. And the couple of times I looked into his eyes, like really stopped and looked, it was right and strong. And I think everyone else can see it.
But what if he doesn’t feel the same.
This is a state that I am in. And I wish for relief from it.
Wishing you great ease <3
Tonight, last night at the beach, long before moonrise:
A sea of stars. And the sea.
The perpetual whoosh … whoosh … whoooooshhhh of the waves.
The soft breeze in the beach grass and on my face.
Crowds of ghost crabs … large, small, and tiny … here on the sandy shores of the Outer Banks.
Approaching and retreating sideways but moving precisely where they want to go.
Protecting their vulnerable insides with their hard outer shells, which they sometimes shed to make more room to grow.
Scooting into their sanctuary holes in the sand, then reappearing.
Safety first while continually exploring the world.
Crooked in exactly the right way.
The starfields are not nearly as brilliant here as in other places with fewer lights and less pollution from nearby cities.
But they remind me of the Snake River, and central Utah, and Alaska, where the Milky Way glows silver ribbons.
And now that the gibbous moon has risen, the ghost crabs are shining, visible without a flashlight … dancing with the sand and the waves, little stars moving in their firmament.
What do I wish in remembrance of this last night at the seashore?
The glorious light of distant suns in dark times.
The whooosshh of the pulsing sea in my heartbeat.
The rationality of indirect exploration for whatever is needed.
Strength and agility for protection; softness for growth.
Radiance and movement for joy.
Lots of love for you and these beautiful wishes (and Sanctuary Holes!) — may it all be so, and more and even better! <3
<3!!
Sue, reading your comment here was like a mini-trip to the ocean, a gift from the sea. Thank you!
<3 <3 <3
Yesterday I was at a wedding, and there was a raffle.
I had never been to a wedding with a raffle before, but superpower of Why The Hell Not applied here, and it turned out to be a great idea.
Anyway, there was a prize I really wanted – a beautiful lithographed trade union poster – and I knew even as I was buying my tickets that if I was a winner and had to choose a prize then I would have gone for a bottle of whisky instead.
Because of getting it home on the train, and because what if someone else wants it more, and because I have not consulted my partner about bringing huge pictures into the house and because…
But!
It turned out that the grooms were choosing which prize was drawn for next. And they drew for the poster and my number came up! I won it! Despite myself!
(And J said that he was glad it went to me, because of my being a fellow trade unionist.)
This is my wish for this week. More of this, please! I get the thing I really want no matter how much I pretend to myself that I don’t really want it.
Oh so happy for you, Kathleen! How wonderful!
What a beautiful story and oh wow what a beautiful wish and what a beautiful prize! <3
<3!