the point isn’t getting my wish (though cool things have emerged from wishing), it’s learning about my relationship with wanting, accessing the qualities…
wanting can be hard, it is easy to feel conflicted about it, and the reasons for that make this a surprisingly subversive practice…
this is the 358th consecutive week of wishing, come play!
wish bubbles
all week long I have been reflecting on all the beautiful wishes
(oh wow what beautiful wishes!)
that have been bubbling to the surface in response to last week’s
wish about filling the cups that needs filling
and emptying those which needs emptying
the cups that need filling:
everything that supports me
the cup of Well-Being and Bell-Being
ease, peacefulness, joy, and havi-essence
the cups that need emptying:
stress, overwhelm, getting overloaded by
everyone else’s energy and the internet
and being a highly sensitive person who finds the world
loud and overstimulating,
who finds being in the world exhausting
as if everything around me sloshes into the cup
until there’s metaphorical red wine all over the metaphorical carpets
light
I had a striking epiphany related to this wish
while sharing the most gorgeous and vulnerable waltz with a stranger
something about how waltz, done well, is about flow
trust and flow
and oh wait, I know of other things that have these
flow-and-cleanse empty-and-fill superpowers….
it is LIGHT AND WATER which empty and fill cups
these are what I need more of to be a
clear conduit for source and vitality, life and aliveness
these are what I need to fill up on
and also to allow to flow through me in order to empty
everything in my life that needs emptying
relearning
the funny part is: I already knew this
I knew that light is (for me)
both the question and the answer
and I know this from skipping the stones of
what needs to be eliminated and what needs to be illuminated
also known as what enhances my ability to access my light
and what obstructs?
I need to be near water, soaking in water, walking by the water
this is how I get to my light
elements
these are my elements
immerse in water
then breathe in light be the light glow the light
golden sunlight streaming through me and into the earth
my friend who is gone believed
we are vessels for light
in other words we heal through sparking and glowing
what is simple and also promotes joy
this was the question that came to me this week
the meeting point of simplicity and maximum joyfulness
that’s what I am going for
breathing deep
if I can’t hear the answer to this question
(which happens a lot)
that is a pretty good sign I need to
return to the protocol
of urgent self-care
taking exquisite care of myself until I am able to once again
let myself know what I know
aching
my hips ached this week
you should have seen the terrible faces I made hobbling
down the half flight of stairs at Agent Emdee’s house
I asked Louise-who-is-usually-if-annoyingly-right
and she said aches are longing to be held (yes, that is me)
and hip pain hints at fear of moving forward (okay, that too)
in fact that is a pretty accurate snapshot of what my life looks like
this week
and then a spell that has been a spell for a long time
was suddenly and mysteriously broken
and I am no longer afraid of forward movement
no longer hurt that the person I want to hold me
isn’t able to show up
and then my hips were fine
changing the question
pain is not interesting while it is happening because it hurts too much
but pain is of course very interesting
and mine showed me some things about making peace with what is
for example, the answer to the question
“what is simple and also promotes joy”
might be (for me) dancing or stretching
but if body hurts too much to move, it becomes clear this answer is
equal parts wishful and theoretical
in this moment
the question needs to float back to this moment now
what is simple for me as I am right now in this moment
what will promote joy given where I am in this moment
given reality, what feels important to me right now
given reality, how can I best take care of myself right now
and even better questions
instead of trying to Make Progress on my projects
sometimes I remember to ask my projects what they want me to know
here is what the basement studio told me with great enthusiasm
- everything will shift when the curtains are up, and you already measured and ordered and had curtain rods left over from the Playground, so the thing that is most significant for changing the energy is already 90% done
- relax — it’s all being handled, follow what shifts energy
- be the wild wonder that you are, instead of trying to check things off
- this space is holy — like the Playground, it exists to support safety, creativity, sovereignty and transformation, but it is all for you
- think of this less as a cleaning project and more like rededicating a temple
- time to get your witchy on, or get your witchy back…
being Z
my project also reminded me to keep talking to Z (incoming me, the zen adventurer)
so I can figure out how Z’s superpowers work, for example…
Z is never overwhelmed because Z trusts life and
Z just follows the next indicated step and doesn’t worry about the big picture because
Z can zoom in and zoom out and
Z believes deeply in There Is Plenty Of Time
Z is unapologetically luscious
with the look of why yes I did just roll out of bed two minutes ago after having obscenely good sex, that is correct
Z is wildly confident, wonderfully tranquil, outrageously beautiful
fiercely independent
a free spirit who finds joy and breathes deep
Z values safety, sanctuary and recovery
and is okay with hiding and crying when that is what is needed
knowing that none of this is in conflict with being a adventurer having adventures
extreme self-care is the default, not the emergency response
whoa a thing I just realized about witchiness
I have been talking with friends about this theme of
being a Woman Who Lives Her Life Alone and On Her Own Terms
and how it doesn’t seem like it would be that big a deal or
all that subversive (but it is!)
because following your yes when it is not aligned with cultural expectations
is work
it just is
and it is eye-opening how many people don’t understand this
or believe your independence is a temporary phase until you are Happy Like Them
I had the thought this week that maybe this
harks back to some ancient archetype
like the witch in the forest
a woman living alone in unconventional space
she has power and she has pull and also she scares us
because she doesn’t need the things everyone says we are supposed to need
heroines, a word I am not sure if I like or not
there are so few models for this too
I remember this from living alone after my divorce
cherishing each moment in my tiny studio in florentin
sustained by knowing there would be no stomach-clenching dread
of key-in-the-door
because no one else had the right to enter my space
who are the heroines of this fierce independence
against the grain
where do we see them
who do I know who lives this
name them
I am thinking of Mildred from Excellent Women by Barbara Pym,
who has moments of delighting in her quiet life alone
but is also conflicted by it because she believes something else is necessary
hmm is that the best example I can think of at the moment
I certainly do not feel inspired by, for example,
the women of Sex And The City, anxious and unhappy with life,
where are the ones who are tough and content and spark wild
there is Miss Fisher of course, who is marvelous,
though it does seem to help to have unlimited funds doesn’t it
anyway, the rigged game ensures that we don’t see
these strong independent solo-life women represented in film or television
I suppose there are many more examples now than when I was growing up
but none of them seem to be happy
there’s a bit of a theme to this actually….
Olivia Pope lives alone but in a very unlikely way (she drinks red wine on her white couch in her all-white outfits and never spills), she’s incapable of feeding herself, and wants to be married in Vermont making jam, and also money is not an issue for her
Alice Vaughn lives alone but is widely acknowledged to have Failed At Life because she was engaged to a conman, and also money is not an issue for her
Annalise Keating lives alone, but mainly because her husband conveniently got murdered and left her all his money, and it should also be noted that she never actually gets to be alone
Kate Beckett, to briefly retreat from shondaland, lives alone but is always at work and then moves in with her boyfriend and his mom for absolutely no reason, and money is not an issue for her
Alex Parrish lives alone but we are led to understand this is mainly because she can’t keep anyone in her life, and somehow, again, money is mysteriously not an issue
boundaries
my wise friend agent emdee said this
about choosing freedom
and how it also means choosing the margins:
“When it becomes harder to pass as part of the culture, we have to have firmer boundaries. A woman, living simply and on her own terms, writing and dancing and being alive? Fuck yeah, that is actually a big deal.”
this strikes me as wonderful and slightly hilarious
that my return to my quiet witchiness is a radical move
poof! back to my roots!
and more about boundaries
this morning I said to a friend that setting boundaries is my cardio
and okay this was a joke but also it really does feel like a workout sometimes
I am noticing what happens when I agree to let people overstep and assume
how I make myself small and compact
the way I try to ignore the tight clenching of my stomach that is my internal no
out of some misguided desire to be “nice” and “good” and not make trouble
what do I know about my wish
this is a diamond of a wish
it includes holding the light and being the light
remembering that the game is rigged in such a way as to keep us from
turning inward to get the intel we already have and need the most
yes it is a radical act to pause and ask questions
to listen and wait
and this is a wish about practicing Crown On
so that I can glow the most beautiful radiant boundaries
effortlessly
so that I can be my most wild self
devoted to freedom
exploring my edges
strong and sure in my own power
and doing all this with great gentleness and patience
because everything about this goes against how we have been raised and trained
everything about this is brave and hard
so we take our time and breathe
and take care of ourselves
hiding when hiding is needed
crying when crying is needed
this is also called presence
and this is also called compassion
and this is also called love
now
I am in ann arbor, michigan and the far-away beautiful boy came here too, and we went to late-late-late-night dinner at the fleetwood diner,
which is a thing I used to do twenty years ago,
and that was surreal and also delicious
I feel oddly at home in the rooms we are renting for the weekend
with the impossibly loud creaky wooden stairs
the taps in the bath where hot is cold and cold is hot and you have to turn them up instead of down to shut them off
the woman who owns the home reminds me so much of my mother
there must be, one assumes, a word in some language somewhere for feeling bewilderingly nostalgic and thoroughly charmed while someone is delivering a fifteen minute explanation of how there are extra blankets in case you get cold, because even though it is the worst it is also the best
the superpower of sexy fearless powerful presence
this month is WILD with its wild door, and sexy fearless powerful presence
thank you, past-me, for being such a good namer and calling this into being
I have been wilding hard, and this is right
last week’s wishes
last-week-me wished a wish called empty the cup / fill the cup …
I don’t think I have ever had a wish here generate
SO MANY NEW WISHES related to it,
so I call this a remarkably successful wish,
because I know so much more than I ever did before about both emptying and filling
and while I did not exactly enjoy
all the boundary-setting opportunities that came up,
I do appreciate that keeping certain cups from overflowing
and other cups filled
requires beautiful radiant boundaries, so I feel thankful
invitation: come play with me…
you are invited to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share appreciation or anything sparked for you while reading, including any stories you wish to let go of, any adventures you wish to welcome
deposit wishes, gwishes, superpowers, qualities, ingredients, intel, possibly in code
safe space for creative exploration asks us to let go of care-taking and advice-giving
wishes are never late because whenever you wish is the right time for wishing
here’s how we meet each other’s wishes: oh, wow what beautiful wishes
♡
So much holy yes to everything here <3
And resonance.
The perennial juicy subversive thrilling threatening (to others) question of being an independent woman —
just today, I was thinking, in terms of love and configurations, what if there is no 'there' there, (and Wise Me chuckled), and the presence moment is a sexy vulnerable dance dance, and guess what, the dance never stops, I will be dancing this dance until the day I draw my last breath and in fact there is nothing wrong with that,
IN FACT you wouldn't be able to *stand it* otherwise —
a long time ago, I used to think that 'independent' meant that my heart
had to be hard and like I didn't, or couldn't, need anyone else,
that I wasn't allowed to be vulnerable or hurt or open or
love as deeply and ferociously as I do with my body and with my mind
that i couldn't fall apart, if I were independent *enough*, or be
achingly in want of certain types of connection, being-held-ness, safety,
comfort, nested-ness —
Those are things that I am VERY happy I no longer believe
My friend/coach at the time told me, haha as per the patterns of sad-scared-Past-You, you are using this mythical ideal of 'female independence' as another thing to beat yourself up with, something to 'live up to'
and I laughed and cried about that
what is it like to be a vulnerable, almost unbearably full-hearted, luscious, sensual, warm, sovereign, queenly, unafraid, courageous, curious, quiet, dancing, communing, writing, AND (not 'but') independent witch woman —
who, yeah, worries about money sometimes (because, I'm sorry, not actually gonna apologize for belonging to the 99% of humanity)
whose softness and pisces-nature are NOT in conflict with the wild lava-hot uncompromising fierceness of her inner self-ness
(yesterday someone said the sweetest, most luscious thing anyone could say to me, which is 'you make complete sense to me')
(– he added, 'except maybe the part of you that wants to shrink in relation to me — that doesn't seem congruent with the rest of you')
I don't have an answer
just like with love and configurations or 'work,' I think there is maybe no 'there' there —
because I'm already living it
I already am that woman
I AM the question AND the answer
and what beautiful meditation you've allowed me today!
much love, Havi.
WTF I can’t get this thing to change my Twitter handle. Anyone know how? I haven’t had the handle it says I have for YEARS.
!!!!!!!!!
safety
security
slashing through rigging and swooshing through nets
secrets well kept and kept well
slow, warm wishes to all y’all
This seems to be in fact the most subversive we can be – HAPPY. Content. Not-really-needing-anything. What a marvelous wish!
I wish to also revert to my witchy self, focusing on my clearly magical skills (my plants thrive! I mastered bread-making!) and finding the strength to focus on what gives energy rather than what (more like who) depletes it.
May all this wishes give us joy!
Big love to all independent women. Because yes, “my return to my quiet witchiness is a radical move”. Dammit.
the witch in the forest
a woman living alone in unconventional space
she has power and she has pull and also she scares us
because she doesn’t need the things everyone says we are supposed to need
!!!!!!!!
i) I want to be a saint
I want to glow love and holiness
and trust and compassion
and grace and strength
and integrity
ii) I notice that the last book I wrote
I knew about what I was writing about
but I didn’t understand it
and as I wrote the book I came to understand it
and it hurt
it hurt
and the person who finished the book
wasn’t the same person who started it
nor was the book the same
it was better
she was better
at peace with herself in ways she couldn’t have imagined
when she set out
now I think
the person who understands the thing I’m writing about now
would not have been in work today
definitely not yesterday
from here I can see
there’s a long way to go
a lot to learn about
physical capacity
and forgiveness
and learning to live with who you are
(do I ever write about anything else?)
let me approach this with trust
and without hurrying
and the quiet knowledge that everything of relevance
will make itself known in good time
(in good time! because really
is there any other sort of time?)
🙂 i identify as a solo independent woman zen adventurer… currently reporting from the tranquil yet deeply energising valley of Itria in the land of the Trullis (pointy roofed round stone houses that very mich ressemble the abodes of fairies) in southern Italy. I am happy today, but not every day. But i am pretty sure i would not trade in my advenrurous global yogi life for making jam in Vermont (though as the daughter of a passionate jam making historian i have a soft spot for this pursuit), althouhh i must say obscenely good sex sounds fabulous (though i don’t think i need to trade in anything tp receive that!). The only thing obstacling my adventures at this moment is that money is an issue and i am currently in debt for quite a substantial (at least for me) sum.
But, i trust more, love more and release more to receive more and i believe all will be well in the end. If it isn’t all well, it isn’t the end. Big thanks for your continued wonder-filled missives. 🙂
*silent retreat*
May my sweet Elfin Child be Safe. And may my Elfin Witch Shine and come to the Fore in this excruciating era.
Magicality and Sovereign wishes to all.
May it be so!
I want energy and motivation for the now not quite two weeks to come leading up to *scary exams* that my monsters keep freaking out about.
May it be so!
I woke up absurdly early this morning so I could write a poem that began with an event 30 years ago.
Also recalling poet Carolyn Forchè writing about how her idealist poet self who went to Central America (iirc)… isn’t the poet person who “returned” to the USA.
Maybe, in some sense, 18 y.o. me “died”. And 20 y.o. me – in this poem, says she did. How did I not *know that*, before today?
Wow, what beautiful wishes!
Noticing so much resonance and YES! for me in this. And also affirmation.
<3
This is a most helpful reminder for me today:
“if I can’t hear the answer to this question
(which happens a lot)
that is a pretty good sign I need to
return to the protocol
of urgent self-care
taking exquisite care of myself until I am able to once again
let myself know what I know.”
Yes! This! So very this!
I am raising my cup to all wild witches everywhere. May we thoroughly thrive. <3
I want to take a moment to acknowledge a wish I have had for many years, that somehow has come true at last: I finally see that I *am* the person I have always wanted to be. Somehow, my inner ruby slippers have brought me home to myself, and I am *at home* in my own skin, and I recognize this, and it is miraculous.
(And not a moment too soon, either, because I have some big transitions on the horizon.)
I am breathing, and watching the skies, and happy to be here with you.
Hurrah!
my wish is for steadiness, anchor, release, quiet
This thing:
Z is unapologetically luscious
with the look of why yes I did just roll out of bed two minutes ago after having obscenely good sex, that is correct
and a good deal of the rest of Z feels
very resonant with the me I am halfway in already and
there is so much power and FOOOSH coming
and I am delighting in it
and I am gwishing for ease as I continue the book
and including ease for the left little pinky which is apparently under some stress and
ease for the money things and
ease for the touring-and-book-producing and
ease for the wishing and the impatience which are
rather overwhelming…
also I am gwishing for the Europe thing to unfold in the best way possible, with enough time to know what to do next.
so much crying like wringing water out of a rag.
so much resonates with this.
light, water. flow.
living alone and how that is so scary and so desirable and so spinster-witch-woman.
i am feeling so so alone although i live with so many fucking people.
and am feeling like i will not find someone to hold me for some time to come, and that gives me sad tingly aches in my hands.
please let this be easing, for me. releasing, for me. let me take good care of myself and hold myself.
Fleur. Sula. Pilate. They live in fiction (which is less fictional than tv for sure) back from before all publishing became celebrity memoirs. There are many more. Hedgewitches.