It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
What worked this week?
Saying thank you.
And sharing my thank-yous.
Next time I might…
Remind myself about the relationship between rest and [everything else].
Naps are portals and bridges to healing things. For me.
And I forget this.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Some body stuff going on. Left foot. Right hand. A small burn. A breath for taking better care of myself.
- In addition to last week’s Alarming Estimates for house repairs, my dentist informed me that there are things that need to be fixed. This never happens! Except it’s happening now. A breath for ease, comfort and perfect simple solutions.
- We invested in new equipment for the imaginary chocolate shop, and it was so expensive, and there was just no way around it. A breath for breathing through.
- Of course we somehow ordered the wrong equipment, and of course there were endless complications with the delivery and of course it arrived on a 90 degree day and of course it took hours for me and Richard to unload all the heavy boxes because we didn’t know anyone who could help. A breath for everything about this situation and for new forms of support coming in.
- Got seriously overloaded during the workshop weekend. A combination of too much intel and too much time around people. A breath for falling apart.
- At the point with my dancing where I can catch so things that aren’t working and I know why and I know what to do about it, and just not able to implement yet. A breath for being just past the beginning of the montage sequence….
- Travel and logistics and so many things to be done, so many things on hold. A breath for trust.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- Wally Walsh, wizard of bodywork, was able to do miracles with my back. I went from being in pain and having very limited range of motion to feeling completely fine. A breath for movement, and for love.
- Last week’s new understanding related to my relationship with dance has been bearing fruit of the best kinds. A breath for knowing what I want and how to get there.
- The workshop weekend with Brandi Tobias was incredible. I have pages of furiously scribbled notes, some of which are hilarious (“don’t be a baby skunk!”), and drills to play with, and a thousand shining epiphanies. A breath for the thrill of understanding new things. Or old things in a new way.
- I had all kinds of great dances with people this week. A breath for delight in life.
- Grand adventures of various kinds. Getting Redirected. Ending up at a Bosnian cafe and discovering clues. A breath for discovery.
- Writing, writing, writing and more writing. A breath for pleasure and for process.
- I am in California having an adventure related to Operation Gem Springs. I am finding the treasure. I am trying new things. A breath for everything about this.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. I am learning the things I want to learn. Incoming me is wise and hilarious and gives me good counsel. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
Lots of progress on ongoing missions, specifically Provisioning and Tiny Liberations. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of Trying Things On For Size (in all senses), and being okay with what doesn’t fit.
Superpowers I want.
The power of Whatever Is Happening Automatically Enhances My Superpowers.
Salve. The Salve of Supported.
When you rub this salve into your skin, you suddenly become aware of all the forms of support that are already in your life.
The basic ones like oxygen and gravity.
Support in the form of beauty: Trees and flowers. Vibrant colors. Marvelous smells.
Support in the form of resources — internal and external — available to you whether you remember to call on them or not.
All the hidden forms of support are visible for you now and activated for you, in such a way that accessing them is now easy and uncomplicated. This salve only activates forms of support that are safe for you to receive, no strings attached, no stuff attached. This is support in pure-essence.
This salve adds grace to everything. And — here’s something interesting: this salve makes it easier to try things on for size.
When you remember how much support there is for you, it’s not a big deal to let things go that don’t fit…
If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This band is called The Fly Ribbon Sutras, they play indie banjo covers of Tom Waits songs and it’s actually just one guy.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
My writing/righting retreat is full. (PASSWORD: oneword)
Is this something you would want another chance at doing in the future? Let me know.
You don’t have to think you’re a writer, you don’t have to write, nothing is required other than that you want quiet time to be deeply creative, wildly inspired, and take some mostly self-guided time for internal exploration or whatever appeals to you.
Come play if you like…
Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.
Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.
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what worked this week: getting back on track with practice and chores, slowly. 10-minutes. my body gets the deciding vote. the list. support is everywhere, and lots of Gratitude.
the sucks, many and deep:
-grief, grief, grief. I’m Griefy McGrieferton
-the bad pattern of going online and just stayimg there in the suck for hours after work
-no progress on the OMG project
-no contact from the Occultist.
-missing my kids
-fucking facebook. it truly is a bar where u chatter inanities at your friends, and get into political arguments with their friends. i hates it, i hates it i does. but candy crush isnt going to play itself.
-my poor fucked up, gutted like a fish and stapled shut like a packing crate man.
-what is my Divine mandate? why do we keep egtting interrupted on this matter
-the lack of time/space/will to sit and be and journal. this is about to get 1000% harder. what am i waiting for??
-i am bloated and 10 minutes back at the office and i’m nibbling commercial chocolate. ugh.
-feeling psychically crowded by too many things today, and all the time
-the lack of orange blossoms. i want someone to do with me what spring does with cherry trees.
the sparkle:
-dinner with CJ last night. a gluten-lactose-sugar romp in the mid-level-dining bardo. i have no shame.
-nice moments in which the husband and i are truly friends and loving each other, and laughing together over stupid shit.
-beautifil summer this year, and really rainy so everything is green and my state didnt burn up for weeks and weeks
-mobility! hip issues faded
-i bought this herbal thing for menopause symptoms, one pill made me feel loopy and put me to sleep, but no symptoms for 2 months. so wow, i can live with this.
-i am being veru kind to msyelf, and everyone is doing the same.
-gratitude gratitude gratitude. it’s what keeps the ship afloat.
-wizard school
-intriguing questions on the margins
Oh, Leni ~
Right there with you re: F’ingFB. Didja know that Candy Crush can be played at royal games dot com, too, without all the other [stuff]? Beware all their other great “pattern recognition practice” games, though… :O
Thanks Karen!
This Agent says YES,yes please, to another chance at a Writing/Righting Retreat, or a Rally, or pretty much anything that I can imagine you offering. I treasure the possibility!
What worked? Permission to re-pattern at my own pace. Meeting monsters with mindfulness.
Next time, I want to try journaling outside.
Hard: A suddenly horrible Monday afternoon filled with setbacks and stress.
Good: Very satisfying work/play, and the promise of more. Loving kindness all around me.
Thank you for the salve, I am using it right now! I now invoke the superpower of Sweet Support. <3
I forgot it was Friday, and then I saw this. And then I went away, and then I went home, and I drank some wine, and here I am again, to chicken.
The good:
– beautiful books in the British Library.
– superpower of logistics-bending makes a triumphant return
– surprise!marrow
– rain-dodging
– new glasses. Getting used to a new face.
The hard:
– so very tired
– trying to find a way to undertake Operation Hoard without it eating my entire life
– another thing says No
– stuff about food. Stuff about money. Bouncing off other people’s stuff
What worked:
– pennies in the jar
What happens next:
– open mind
– another picnic in the coral haven
– all the sleep
– the lovely people
– exclude the bananas
A very quick chicken:
Gathering intel remotely for Rally X.
Aha! The Weirdest Day was a Spontaneous Unexpected Upgrade.
Enjoying The Dude’s happiness.
Appointed Perry Mason of the Famous Fictional Detective Investigation Agency in charge of Boundary Defense, because he says, “Objection. Irrelevant and immaterial.” and you can’t beat Perry Mason for the defense.
From last week, look at Yesterday’s Past Me in awe. AWE means Amazingly Wonderful Experience.
Still need to take the next step to close the ProfOrg “Treasurer $” door a little further.
Still trusting that I have time to WHAM Boom the Capers and do the Homework for Rally X.
I am closing the door. I am choosing or creating and opening the new door or doors.
Many clucks to you – ‘til we Chicken again!
lots of sads (grief, loneliness, missing people) and body pain are the hard things right now.
good things–socializing in ways that don’t drain me. breathing deeper. making a friend of stress.
Hello, Chickens!
What worked this week: seeding the qualities.
Next time I might: drink more water.
The hard:
– Pain, and side effects from pain medication.
– Not sleeping enough.
– New batteries in camera only lasted one day.
The good:
+ Even when I didn’t sleep, I rested.
+ Operation Cosmic Hug was totally a good thing! Even the one thing that might have been hard wasn’t.
+ I had the right shoes for the activities.
+ Audio books for road trips.
+ Familiar fiction favorites for reading when tired.
+ OMG great food.
+ Three days in Chicago; met a fellow Flooper
+ Spent full days at two great museums and came home with pages and pages of notes and sketches of what I saw.
+ So much laughter.
+ MrB did well at home alone; he even managed to change dressings on his own.
+ The delight of returning home.
+ Delightful and useful phrases in other people’s chickens that make me think.
+ Anagram Projects moving along nicely.
+ Delightful weather.
A Saturday Chicken!
The Good:
Being effective at work, and finishing everything that needed to be finished on Thursday.
Writing class on Friday, where I felt over my head and like I was writing fluff, but then having people really like what I read. And realizing that is one of my supreme joys.
Knowing myself well enough to schedule zero things today.
Having to pull the comforter onto the bed in the middle of the night. Yay end of summer!
Saying yes.
The Challenging:
Finding the perfect office space that might be bought by someone.
Wishing I had a standing desk and not quite sure how to obtain one that will be beautiful and useful.
Hi ho chickens.
Hards –
Energy moving in gushes and surges, then dropping off with equal intensity. Ooooff….
I want a holiday I am not going to take.
Sickness.
Lonesome for a particular kind of affection, adoration, appreciation.
I didn’t write myself a love letter on the cover of my project folder and I haven’t looked at it for ten days and has everything fallen to shit in the meantime in there? I am nervous to look.
Consequences. Blah. I don’t like this bit.
I have stuff about Not Being Listened To. It gets triggered a lot by people in my life I am not optioning out. So that returns me to my stuff and my reactions. Fun!
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. Tender. Wanting. *Wanting*.
My poor kids. I wish I had more/better quality of ‘village’ in which to raise them set up already.
Goods –
Project successful and sustaining its appeal. I am in the right place.
I see the energy cycles in my life and don’t judge the place I am in, even if I don’t love it. (The path of least resistence can be a holy path).
We will see if the waiting is worth it soon. Everything that’s mine returns to me.
Unaccountably popular. Er… okay…? A salve to the lonesome I guess. Because I am provided for.
Time is passing, which means this part of the cycles are turning and changing.
Everything that’s mine comes back to me.
I vote for more Rally! or Righting Retreats.
YES YES YES to another chance at a Righting Retreat or Rally!