Friday chicken

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.

It is Friday and we are here.

{a breath for Friday.}

What worked this week?

Leaving the moment I knew I didn’t want to be there.

Not my yes? Goodbye!

Also hearing a no in my head, and then circumstances just shifted so that I didn’t even have to say it. That was pretty neat.

Next time I might…

Trust my instincts more.

I knew what I needed and I didn’t give it to myself because of [people-pleasing tendencies].

I got the intel. I just chose to ignore it, and now I’m paying for it.

So that’s useful. And also I would like to stop doing this because it results in me feeling resentful and headachey, instead of peaceful and invigorated which is how I feel when I am in my YES.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. It’s hot and I’m tired and busy, and all I want is to have a spa day (not a metaphor) and run away (maybe a metaphor, maybe not). A breath for passage.
  2. I am having trouble trusting the timing of something, even though all evidence points to All Timing Is Right Timing, both in general and regarding this situation in particular. A breath for meeting my impatience with legitimacy and with love.
  3. I found myself missing something that is bad for me. A breath for comfort and for trust.
  4. Oh man, I need more sleep and this weekend I’m in Seattle for four different dance events. A breath for emptying and replenishing.
  5. Experiencing frustration and resentment about all the ways I don’t take care of myself. A breath for patience, healing, remembering that I am doing the best I can.
  6. Big feelings. Sometimes even the really good ones are challenging. They are beautifully disruptive, and also they are just disruptive. A breath for being a clear bell.
  7. I know what I want and it scares me. A breath for courage.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. I knew when my phone broke that nothing was wrong, and I was right. I have a beautiful new phone that only holds contacts and intel that delight me. I got some Spontaneous Unsolicited Upgrades of Treasure and Radiant Aliveness (SUUTRAS) that made this whole process much more pleasant. A breath for a clean slate, and for being able to find the good in a situation I would normally find very distressing.
  2. Trusting my yes, and saying no to things that aren’t a whole-hearted yes. A breath for courage.
  3. I arrived at a dance workshop and I didn’t want to be there. It wasn’t nervousness or weird energy. It just wasn’t my yes. So I left. Without questioning this or trying to logic myself into staying (“you came all this way, at least try it!”). The clues I got on the way back were better than anything I might have gotten from forcing myself to do a workshop. A breath for pleasure.
  4. Saturday night! An absolutely fantastic night of tearing up the dance floor at a very surreal Norse luau. Leveling up. Able to do things I didn’t get before, follow things I couldn’t handle before. Able to take risks and try crazy shit and not care if it backfires. A breath for play, pleasure, vitality, aliveness, delight in life!
  5. Dancing Wednesday night. Somehow even better. Oh, and my wish about Boldly Glowing and not turning down my sparkle came true. I mean, it came true all week long but on Wednesday I started to really feel how this wish was working under the surface in new ways. It turns out when this superpower is activated, even things that are normally not particularly interesting or pleasurable (standing around listening to the announcements) become magical and exquisite. A breath for every single thing about this.
  6. In the theme of “it’s a small world”, I walked out of my house and straight into someone I went to kindergarten with! Turns out that eighteen years ago he was roommates with my next door neighbor in Chicago, and he is here with his wife and kid for a visit. A breath for delightful crossing of paths.
  7. Rally X, the Week of Mystery, was just what I needed, surprise surprise. It was an unusual Rally, as only a Rally of X Marks the Spot, the X Factor and Getting to the Crux can be. Also it included a surprise power point presentation and some very interesting spirals. I got what I needed to get, and I also solved the mystery of What Am I Going To Do/Teach Next Year, so that was great. A breath for getting down onto the floor and resting into truth.
  8. Appreciation and thankfulness. Setting up good things for the ballroom. Wise counsel from Incoming me. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. An extraordinary kaleidoscope talisman that is a reminder about both flowers and jewels. 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.

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this thing is done! It is often shortened to wham-boom. You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

So close to being done with the book of Bridges and Crowns! Operation 33 is going great. Things are moving, and I did all the prep work necessary to set off on Operation Sexy Science I, which takes me to Seattle, seemingly away from sexy science but actually towards it. I will also be at a workshop called Swing Science, which is kind of perfect, and at a pig roast, which I wish were a proxy but sadly it is not. Wham Boom.

Superpowers!

Powers I had this week…

The power of wishes and the power of visiting worlds where I don’t want to live, to see what they are like.

Superpowers I want.

Same as last week but more so. The power of unapologetically and unwaveringly trusting my instinct. I did not do this a few times this week, and it bit me in the ass. So I am going to add to this the superpower of Wearing My Crown and the superpower of What Is Good For Me Is Good For The World.

Salve. The Salve of Wearing My Crown.

As soon as you rub this salve into your skin, a remarkable thing happens. You suddenly remember that you are the equal of everyone you encounter.

They are not bigger than you and not smaller. They do not have power over you, even if they are in a position of perceived authority. We are all capable adults. We are all made of stardust, filled with light.

It’s not so much that this salve solves interpersonal problems. It’s that when I wear it, I remember my serene, steady, powerful queenliness. And I see other people as capable of being at that level too. And then this approach changes how everything plays out, and that’s what “solves” things.

This salve changes how I carry myself, how I meet people and situations, how I respond. It’s a salve of taking a breath, a salve that heals reactiveness and expands presence.

This salve helps me get to my quiet hum of what is true for me. When I wear it, I don’t need to contort myself in an attempt to placate others or to conform to what I perceive to be their expectations. And I don’t need anyone else to do that for me. We are all equals. Each of us wearing our own crown, taking care of our own kingdom to the best of our abilities.

We do not have subjects. We do not have wars. We have internal spaces to learn about and protect and explore, aspects of ourselves who need love and attention, a whole world of imagination and creativity in which to invent, dream, wish and play.

Just like with last week’s salve, this one serves everyone. There is nothing selfish about it, just the opposite. Wearing this salve allows you to meet the world with more kindness, more spaciousness, more integrity, more peacefulness. This is part of the quiet peaceful revolution of sweetness. Wear it, as my grandmother used to say, in good health.

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory delivers enough for distribution by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

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!

My brother and I make up bands, which are all just one guy. The Meme Beach House is the venue.

This week’s band comes via Questing Lee and it’s called The Cleveland Chimper-Schmoo Quartet, they play vibrant plush jazz, and of course it’s 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.

Shabbat shalom.

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.

The Fluent Self