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Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted.

I always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!

Oh this weekend. It has been full of words. Beautiful words. I am having words. I am having all the words.

So let’s put these words into some visions.

What do I want this week? What do I want, in general?

Thing 1: Saying yes to the opening.

Here’s what I want:

Saying yes to all kinds of things opening, but specifically the opening of Stompopolis, our new and life-alteringly amazing space.

This requires that I finish what I began at Rally (Rally!), namely the sorting of pieces into three magical boxes-that-are-not-boxes.

One is the Plumlet. One is the On A Mission From God Statement slash Understatement.

And one is the Secret Hatch.

It doesn’t really matter. The point is: Me. Sitting down. At the table. And letting all the pieces fall into place. And then opening all the openings!

Delightedly. With grace and ease.

And if this turns out to be a secret fractal flower that helps other things open? Like passages, channels and portals. Or a thing that has to do with wine and stones, except that these are proxies…

All the better.

Ways this might work:

So many ways!

I am absolutely convinced that Beach Day is essential to the magic.

And also I could just wake up early full of vim and vigor and things like that.

And of course: commitment.

I’m playing with…

Well, shiva nata, obviously. That is the fastest way I know of to make a portal to a thing you want. And to do it through untangling the old patterns that are keeping you from finding the secret hatches.

I will also play with (related!) being the fox in the video game.

And with a thing that is like presence (“all the presents!”) but crazy-shiny and it glows.

Thing 2: What are the useful things about the stones?

Here’s what I want:

Not the stones that you skip. Though also those.

And not the stones that you can’t get milk from. Though also those.

But the stones (people and experiences) who come into your life and take you somewhere and then they are gone, and then you cry.

This week I want to look back at some stones from then. But to do this through putting my attention to the beautiful gifts I received from knowing stones, instead of remembering old stories about the unbearable sadness-anguish of goodbye, stone.

Ways this might work:

Asking curious loving questions.

Remembering the truth about excitement from the Book of Qualities.

Maybe it would help to invent some sort of ritual for saying thank you, stone.

Here is a lovely shining piece of truth that Kate told me, and something I have experienced myself many many times: Sometimes stones come back. When you’re ready for them.

I would like to remember that without being attached to it or needing it to be true.

I’m playing with…

Opening my heart and letting the fire inside, to quote J. Ruth Gendler.

Thing 3: Exiting July. Not so much exit as passage.

Here’s what I want:

I love exits. I love them as much or more than entry through preparing for the voyage. I love the spangly Revue. I love reflecting the reflections.

Except I have been avoiding doing this with my month because it seemed like the bookend to Hello, [Month] would be Goodbye, Month.

And I am not doing great with goodbyes right now. Exiting, yes. Saying goodbye, no.

So this needs a new name and a new form.

It needs to be a passage. A crossing.

And no goodbyes. Wishes of faring well. Like in the sea shanties. Fare thee well, my sweet fair maid. Thrive, my love, thrive. Thrive while I cannot be with you.

Not goodbye. I can’t take any more goodbye this year.

Ways this might work:

I am placing this here to find out.

I’m playing with…

Intention. Wanting what I want. Getting clear on the elements of exit that I love, activating those!

And making space for the pieces that still hurt.

In fact, let’s just start the whole damn thing with a long slow MOMENT of let’s-just-burn-it-all-down. Followed by a giant exhale for how much hard was hiding in this month.

Yes, quiet sweet loving acknowledgment is always the best door. Still.

Thing 4: Bells for Havi Bell! Almost-almost!

Here’s what I want:

This Friday is the day.

The process of my bell-ringing is complete, and then I become the bell and get to reverberate with all the qualities.

So. What do I want for this?

Preparing to meet me-of-Friday.

Doing sweet symbolic things for her, setting it up, making things sweet for her.

But mainly: Excitement. Anticipation. Tingle-joy.

Ways this might work:

Beach day, of course.

Going with Lady Chuck to get the things for the baths.

Immersion at the pools.

Writing love letters to Havi Bell about the bells and about all the ways that things can ring right now. Asking her how she wants to be welcomed.

Making all the Isabel jokes. Havi Bell is a bell is a bell is a bell, Isabel. Even though yes, there is sadness in there too. Identity is hard!

Oh! Oh! Look at this post I just found from two years ago called Ringing the Bell.

I’m playing with…

I will dance out the patterns with shiva nata and align all the alignments.

It will be spectacular.

Thing 5: Play-fueled everything!

Here’s what I want:

Let’s make this week run on play.

Pure essence of play. What would that be like? I want to find out.

I know that it involves, like everything else that is important: body, breath, attention, curiosity, open heart. And of course: having words. All the words!

Ways this might work:

Paying attention to what I need and want.

And then finding out how to bring more essence of playful into any situation.

This may require costume changes, and I am fine with that.

I’m playing with…

Dancing it up. Dancing it out. Gazelle state.

Playdate.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

Oh wow. What a week, you guys.

I asked for big huge heart openings, and that was um…interesting. It happened, and with unanticipated side effects. I talked to my heart every evening, and breathed into it for twenty minutes every morning. When the Tiniest Goodbye That Was The Saddest Ending showed up, I was able to breathe my way through it.

Man, it’s almost like me from a week ago knew how much potential heartache was coming down the tube this week, because she had me exercising to prepare for it. When I asked for this, I didn’t realize how much anguish I would have to encounter, how distraught I would feel, how much I would need it.

But I’m glad I asked. Because it saved my ass this week.

Then I wanted to invite in an unasked question. And that was also very interesting. I pretty much never make an ask that involves someone else, because it just seems super unsovereign. People will do what they want. My asks are about my process, not their actions.

But this ask had to do with how I wanted to ask and receive, and it involved another person doing a thing. Which is sticky. Anyway. I looked at the situation again, and realized it wasn’t so much a question as an unchecked assumption.

And the thing with any conclusion is that once jumped, it will remain unexamined unless there is reason to examine it. It can’t be asked as a question because there is no question in the question.

So. I take back my request and will stay with the part of my ask that is about maintaining sweet receptivity to what is.

Then I wanted writing AND IT HAPPENED! Joyful appreciation!

Playful playing. Shelter for the comments.

What’s welcome: Your own wishes, gwishes, visions and personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like.

Here or on your own or in your head. It’s all fine. Or call silent retreat!

I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.

If you’re looking for suggestions or heart-sighs or anything else related to your wish, you will need to ask for that because our default mode is giving each other space and spaciousness for the process.

This is a place of safety for creative play and exploration, with a very non-dogmatic approach. We don’t tell each other how to ask for things and we don’t give unsolicited advice. We make space for people’s wishes.

That’s it. Let’s throw a bunch of things in the pot!

As always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.

xox

The Fluent Self