May is napping now because we are in June. Naptime for May until next year when May is new and I am new and we meet again. Sweet dreams.

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

And I remind myself that this June is new.

Last June…

Last June I wrote an over-the-top love letter to June, which might be — still — the most Havi thing ever written.

Last June was the beginning with a new love affair with summer. And with the word LUSCIOUS.

I am pleased to report backwards to me-of-one-year-ago that we have fully integrated lusciousness as a part of who we are.

That was June last year. Over. The. Top.

This June is calmer, steadier. Still full of love and heat and fragrance. Still fresh with possibility. But there is more stillness, more pausing to breathe. I’m glad I was there, and now I’m glad to be here.

Thank you, May. Thank you for….

  • Home.
  • The strong diamond force field that emerged from April’s mad diamond caper.
  • Trust and steadiness. Every day, sometimes only for moments and sometimes for long stretches of time.
  • The Vicarage.
  • True friends. Deep heart sighs for Colleen the Signmaker and Amy the Fairy Doctor, who provided refuge, listening and deep crazy love when I needed it the most.
  • Discovering what I want to do with my life. Hahahahahahaha, yes it is related to Quitting Grad School even though I’m not in grad school and I wasn’t sure what grad school even meant.
  • Figuring out what grad school is. Now I know.
  • Making peace with something painful, and letting it become something less painful.
  • Surrender.
  • Emptying.
  • Joyful reunions.
  • 40 Hour extra-silent silent retreat with a fellow agent in Agency.
  • Last month’s Deep Unnerving Love turned into Deep Peaceful Glowing Love.
  • Operation Tetris and the Newly-New Sweet Reconfiguring.
  • Perfect simple solutions.
  • Sinking to the floor, every day, and breathing.

And also the things that were hard.

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

Like not knowing. Like restriction and constraint. Like letting go of a dream that meant everything to me. Like finding out what grad school was and knowing that I needed to quit and having so much grief about that ending.

Emptying emptying emptying. Experiencing what empty is like.

Thank you, May.

Come in, June! What I want from June.

  • Writing.
  • Getting even quieter.
  • Outdoors as much as possible.
  • Barefoot on the sand.
  • Hello, you are my ally, let’s play.
  • This can be so much easier than I think.
  • I trust my process. This is right.
  • Wait, this is funny!
  • Release and receive. Receive and release.
  • Quitting grad school is paying off so hard!

Wishes I keep from May.

  • I take exquisite care of myself within the day to day of life.
  • I 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.
  • Empty, replenish, play some more.

A compass of qualities for June.

Trust. Plenty. Laughter. Delight. Firm footing. Calm. Agency. Reverberation.

Superpowers for June.

Expansiveness.

Boltholes and hiding places everywhere.

Recognizing miracles.

Laughing at everything.

Looking at the Stompopolis calendar now…

This month’s quality: SHELTER.

So basically the thing I need more than anything else right now.

Past-me was so smart to plant that for this month.

And the superpower of Steady Replenishing.

Yes, please. This is what I will play with at Stompopolis every day.

Naming the moon.

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

The Moon of Emptying With Love and Filling With Love.

Also the Moon of Strawberries.

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

What I’m listening to this month.

I’m trying to part
with what’s in my heart
You heard me say I’m going away
I’m on the floor outside your door

May it be so.

Sleep tight, May. You were full of miracles and love, and a lot of tears and a lot of smiles. Goodbye what-is-done. Thank you.

June. Come here, honey. 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 June that is full of all the good things.

The Fluent Self