Oh, April, you are napping now because today it is May. Naptime for April.

Until next year when we meet again and we are new.

I am laughing to myself a little, because April naps was one of my secret April wishes. To take lots of naps and let the naps take me…

And now “April naps” is not only a noun but a verb. April naps. April is napping.

Sweet dreams, April.

I will whisper my farewells in your ear as I set off on the adventure of May.

Thank you, April. Thank you for….

  • Sweetness.
  • A mad diamond caper.
  • Deeply steady and deeply unnerving feelings. Feeling all the feelings. So much and so many!
  • Everything blossoming. Such lushness.
  • The discovery that I can be outrageously glamorous — Bond Girl levels of glamorous — in sneakers, ripped jeans and no makeup, just by remembering the secret holiness of glamour and how it lives inside of me.
  • Discovering what I wanted (even though it pissed me off for a while).
  • Unexpected miracles of spaciousness and breathing room.
  • So very many seeds from then are here, now.
  • Rally (Rally!) and everything that happened at the 25th Rally.
  • Sweetness. Love. Presence. Trust.
  • Ten breaths. Also: having people with whom I can take ten breaths with.

And also the things that were hard.

There were hard things in April that turned out to be useful, and are still turning out to be useful, even if I did not enjoy them.

Like being so sick that I had to reconfigure all sorts of things in my life. Saying farewell to people and experiences. Realizing I have to quit grad school. Except I don’t know what “grad school” is, since I’m not in grad school and also I don’t know how to do it, but it needs to be done all the same.

Thank you, April.

Come in, May! What I want from May.

  • I take exquisite care of myself within the day to day of life.
  • The superpower of Succinctness.
  • To learn all about Succinctness and be surprised at its beauty, at the many forms it can take.
  • To smile at doorways, flirt with fountains, delight in noticing the aliveness of being alive.
  • A reconfiguration of how I work. This needs to happen with a kind of peaceful, mild, gentleness please.
  • Practice: Deep blissful steadiness and the seven wells.
  • Hey look, safe houses everywhere.
  • Empty, replenish, play some more.
  • Bath time.

A compass of qualities for May.

Trust. Plenty. Presence. Radiance. Steadiness. Clarity. Glow. Pleasure.

Superpowers for May.

Succinctness.

Letting small things resonate large.

Resting into miracles.

Looking at the Stompopolis calendar now…

This month’s quality: WONDER.

Adore. Adore. Adore.

And the superpower of Uncovering and Revealing.

Perfect. I will take some more of that, please.

And I will play with this at Stompopolis.

Naming the moon.

A tradition I borrowed from Waverly. More about how I do it.

The Moon of The Sword Of Succinctness, baby!

That’s this month’s moon. For me. You can have your own moon, obviously.

What I’m listening to this month.

She wanna do the damn thing and I’m on her side
She opened up the wings and she gonna fly
She got no time for the fuss and fight
She does it right, she loves her life

May it be so.

Hahaha, excellent, we can begin every sentence with “May it be X” this month.

May it be may it be may it be May.

Sleep tight, April. You were mysterious and challenging, and also one of the most beautiful presence-filled months of my life. Goodbye what-is-done. Thank you.

May May May. Let’s sail away together and see what happens.

Want to play?

You can deposit notes, wishes, superpowers or whatever you like for your month here. We are not dogmatic about ritual: play any way you like.

We make this safe space by not telling each other what to do, how to be or how to feel. We make room for each other.

Wishing you a May that is full of all the good things.

The Fluent Self