Hello, week: we are here.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

Thank you, week!

This is the 399th week in a row we are chickening here together….

What worked this week?

Doing entry. Practicing enter as you wish to be in it.

Here is the entry I did for a secret rendezvous, aka what other people call a business meeting:

hello productive rendezvous to be!
here is what I need:

clean clear lines of communication (both sides!)
warmth and friendliness (both sides!)
grounded presence (both sides!)
patience (both sides!)
creative sparks (both sides!)
and this rendezvous to be good entry for the next one

may we both be in our most creative clear loving state
with our wisest selves ready to help

And not only did this make me feel better about entering the meeting, all of these things actually happened, which is kind of wonderful, and now I am no longer dreading the follow up meeting.

Next time I might…

Say no to anything that doesn’t sound absolutely enticing.

Naming the days.

This week was the week of waiting for yes, and here were the days:

Trust harder. What is big yes. Surprise solutions. I’m amazing. I hear my yes. Creative genius! Inspiration lands.

(Yes, it was kind of a pep talk sort of week)

Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…

Trying Not To Make Crumbs: the Havi Brooks Story

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

1. Ongoing construction projects (not mine) making me lose my mind. A breath for how much I crave quiet.
2. Mysterious ankle injury is back except this is a new one and I still don’t know how this keeps happening. Do I get blackout drunk and kick radiators? I think that would have to involve drinking though. And radiators. So it’s not that but it’s very frustrating. A breath for me.
3. Showing the house is a pain in the ass, still haven’t found a tenant, but have to keep it spotless at all times. And since I live there, and since the people coming to see the house track in ridiculous amounts of dirt and mud, my life this week was pretty much non-stop cleaning. A breath for ease and for trust.
4. Every single time I think I may have found a possible solution to the mystery of “where is Havi going to live”, it crashes and burns or disappears into thin air. A breath for a just-right home for me, may it find me soon.
5. Last week’s curse of every dance I go to is terrible petered out into every dance I go to is extremely mediocre. So it’s better, but it still isn’t fun. A breath for moving through, or for choosing towards something new.
6. The dream where people stole my mattress as a prank and I had to spend six months (of dream time) trying to win contests in order to get it back and have a bed, only to wake up distraught and exhausted. A breath for safety.
7. Sitting with the void, and it is just so empty. I know that’s how the void works, and I know that sitting and letting it be is important, and it is so very hard. A breath for miracles and doors.
8. Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. May peacefulness prevail. Trust-more love-more release-more receive-more. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

8 breaths for the good, reassuring, delight-filled.

1. Wise, loving, supportive friends. A breath of appreciation.
2. The beautiful far-away cowboy texting with love and sweetness, wanting joy and safety for me. A breath for this.
3. It finally stopped raining after approximately seven hundred consecutive days of rain, and it is amazing what a difference this makes. A breath of thankfulness.
4. Forward progress on a previously stuck mission! A breath of hell yeah.
5. Able to notice small but significant improvements in my dance drills. A breath of joy.
6. Remembering that 90% of any terrible mood is really stuff I’m picking on on from the outside world, and I don’t need to carry that. And then I feel better when I let it go. A breath for practice.
7. Repeat from last week: I am finding the good inside of the hard. A breath of gratitude for my training.
8. Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of flowers everywhere, long walks, a surprisingly productive and happy meeting, a blues lesson where we basically practiced hugging for an hour, and I was miraculously only paired with a) people I like who were b) all approximately my height. Everything is okay and so much is good. Nothing is wrong, even when I want to believe it is. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. Thank you for this grand adventure. A full breath of deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.

Sparklepoints, superpowers, salve, fake band of the week!

Current ops and forward movement!

Small but determined steps on the Studio Op, and The Fountaining. I said I was moving the Wild Wild Nest op back into R&D, but now feeling passionate about it again. Operations Jubilation and Wild Montage are ongoing. And I am investigating the steps needed to make The Wild Convening a thing. Thank you, fractal flowers.

I am bestowing vast quantities of sparklepoints upon myself like a fairground stripper, and you are welcome to do the same for you.

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for the powers of trusting my panther self and finding good exits, and I got the first, and some clues about the second.

Powers I want.

I want the superpower of thinking that everything is good news, or at least seeing the possibility for good.

The Salve of Good News.

This salve doesn’t so much deliver good news (though it might!) as it delivers the steady calm certainty that any news coming into my life from now on is good news, and that I have both the trust to receive the good, and the power and fortitude to find the good in all things.

This salve is made of sweetness, and it softens into your skin like magic.

Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!

This week’s band is:

How Very Dastardly

Their latest album is called Commissioned By Lord Blakely Himself, and this band is just one guy.

TWO ANNOUNCEMENTS!

We are doing some reconfiguring and Congruencing, and the shop will disappear soon, so if there was something you wanted to buy, go ahead and do that before it’s gone. More explanations about [reasons] to come, but it’s all good stuff, and if something is speaking to you, this is a good time.

And this is the last chance to acquire a pack of stone skipping cards because I’m moving out and won’t have anywhere to store them or the shipping materials, so get them this week! And while you’re at it, sign up for the not-exactly-a-course where we embark on establishing a loving playful practice of self-inquiry, to access previously-hidden gems of internal wisdom and whatever else we might need. Dates coming soon!

How was your week?

Come play in the comments. Share something from your week, take a breath, or just say hi! No rules, my format doesn’t have to be yours, we’ve been doing this every week for years now and there still isn’t a right way.

Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We lovingly refrain from giving advice.

And of course it’s always okay to comment under a made-up name, whether for play and delight, or in the interest of Safety First.

Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.

It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — jump in whenever you like. Blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers too!

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