Actually, I wanted to ask you something and then also to tell you something, but there’s only so much one can fit into a title. Anyway, hi.

Yesterday in a gorgeous piece of coincidence, I got email from both the second-oldest Shivanaut in the world and the third-oldest Shivanaut in the world.*

*The oldest Shivanaut in the world doesn’t email or I probably would have heard from him too.

If you’re not clear on what a Shivanaut is, that’s fine because it’s another one of those words I made up.

Quick definition for the purposes of understanding this post.

A Shivanaut is someone who practices Shiva Nata — the boring answer to the “Okay, so what’s Shiva Nata?” question is that it’s a modern resuscitation of the ancient Dance of Shiva (yes, like the statues).

But what I usually say is that Shiva Nata is the bizarre and complex yoga brain training work that my duck Selma and I teach around the world — and the thing that I give credit to when people ask me things like “How come you’re so insightful?” or “How did you quit smoking?” or “So … you kind of seem to be okay with yourself even when everything is going horribly wrong … what’s up with that?”

Right. So a Shivanaut is someone who is attempting to learn this mind-altering thing.*

*And probably failing miserably at it, because really that’s the only option there is. It’s not really something you can get good at.

We’re like freaky cosmonauts. Only on the ground and funnier to look at.

Anyway …

The second oldest Shivanaut in the world is the charming Douglas Buchanan, who just turned eighty yesterday. Mazal tov.

I have mentioned Douglas and my inappropriate crush on his wise, wise self (apologies to Shirley who reads this too — I have no designs on your husband, I just adore him!) on three separate occasions on this very blog.*

* Namely:


And, to be honest, I have often thought that this blog would be much more entertaining if all I did was reprint our letters.

Right. So he’s eighty. And he does weight training. And Dance of Shiva, which is really challenging and not fun at all and really kind of an insane thing to do. And he reads a kajillion things a week.

As Winnie the Pooh would say, “Sing ho for Douglas! Douglas! Ho!”

That is all.

So then …

So then I got an email from Fred Brown, another favorite of mine (and the third-oldest Shivanaut in the world), who turned 72 just last month.

Fred not only practices Shiva Nata, he teaches it at the gorgeous yoga studio he owns and runs in North Carolina.

And he was wondering if I wanted to head out that way to teach a workshop and/or lead a teacher training.

Which made me wonder …

I know there are a lot of Shivanauts who read this blog.*

*Some of them also read the Shiva Nata blog and are very patient with me about the fact that I don’t update it as often as they’d like. 🙂

Actually, we’ve sold twenty-three Starter Kits in the past ten days. We’ve been shipping to Israel, Australia, Germany, The Netherlands, Scotland and Wales, as well as all over the United States and Canada.

And there are another several hundred folks who started last year. Having results like crazy.

Seriously. Epiphany central. Launching businesses. Starting blogs. Falling in love. General fabulousness.

Meanwhile … I’ve been plotting and planning a weekend in-person retreat for 2010 (here in Portland) where I would teach in-depth destuckification work and throw in Shiva Nata for some hardcore brain rewiring.

So here’s the question ….

So now I’m wondering … if we did a few days of live workshops in North Carolina this year, would any of you guys be into that?

Obviously you’re probably not going to fly in from Scotland or wherever, but East Coast-ers? Y’all in the South? Adventurous people from the Northwest who would follow me and my duck anywhere?

Weigh in please if there’s a possibility that you’d be up for that. If not, that’s cool. I really want to hear from the yes-es and the maybies though.

And the other thing I wanted to say …

Big huge thank you to everyone who showed up to help me with my hard, hard week.

Lots of you wrote sweet letters about just how much my work or my words here have helped you have amazing realizations or do amazing things in your life, and then totally made me cry.

A bunch of people sent pictures of their ducks.

A couple of you even emergency-shipped me gifts and FLOWERS and stuff. Wow. Just wow. I am the luckiest. And it’s all because of you.

Also, I went and listened to the Milk song again and it completely cheered me up. Thanks, Pace and Kyeli for being such delightful nutjobs — I love you both.

Internet hugs all around.

The Fluent Self