Friday chickenWhere I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

What worked?

Listening.

Listening to what I wanted.

To trees. To instinctive pull. To inclination and disinclination. To judgment and distortion. To the secret language of picnics. To questions I didn’t understand, trying to hear the question behind the question.

To music that is like this and music that is like that. To Bond Girl aka Incoming Me.

Listening more.

Bond Girl told me where to go dancing and when.

I got there and did not like. That’s not true. Loved the music and the concept, atmosphere didn’t feel right.

There’s a protocol for that, of course. “If something doesn’t feel right and you can’t shift it, exit!”

Me: (listens!)
Bond Girl: Finish the mission. Do the thing you came here to do.
Me: I don’t know what that is yet.
Bond Girl: You’ll know what it is later. Now there is dancing to do.

Wow was she ever right.

Listening even more. And not arguing.

Bond Girl: Let’s go back inside and get a tissue.
Me: I don’t really need a tissue.
Bond Girl: And yet that’s what’s indicated.
Me: (huffy) OKAY-FINE.

Back inside, I discovered I’d left my water bottle next to the box of tissues. Then the bus was late and I was happy to have water in my wait in the sun. Later I was happy about having the tissue too.

Me: What if I hadn’t listened?
Bond Girl: All timing is right timing. Any moment can be a moment for listening.
Me: Oh. So it doesn’t matter that I listened and then didn’t listen and then listened again.

Listening more and more and more.

Now? Now. Do it? Do it.

Listening more and more and more and more than that, even.

Just when you think you’ve gotten to all the quiet, there is even more quiet underneath…

It is beautiful and cannot be described.

Next time I might…

Listen? Listen. And conduct.

The mysteries. Things I found challenging (and mysterious!).

  • Fallout from other people in my space.
  • You think you’ve worked through all this inherited cultural fear-programming, and then you’re awakened in the middle of the night by pounding on the door because your cousin can’t find his key, and your first thought is: Gestapo! Heart-sigh for that.
  • Being around people who are in their stuff, and do not know that their stuff is their stuff.
  • Still haven’t found the words that need saying.
  • Silent Disco was not silent. In fact, the words “HEY IT’S SILENT DISCO, MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!” were shouted at top volume. It was loud in all different ways: jangly and ungrounded.
  • Someone I love in a bout of LFP (Ludicrous Fear Popcorn), and I took it hard, because I was raised with that exact flavor of fear, and I feel strongly about how this is no way to live.
  • Misunderstanding with playmate.
  • Sleep doesn’t want to happen at night right now for whatever reason.
  • Getting to the point of tired that is beyond not-functioning.
  • You know when you find someone’s behavior in [situation] reprehensible and unjustifiable, and then you realize you’re basically doing the exact same thing to someone else in a different situation? That was this week.
  • That lead to a lot of moments of “I can’t believe X doesn’t have the balls to just say [thing] to my face. Oh, wait…”
  • The realization (thanks to something really good happening) that I have been putting up with a lot of crap, and that this needs to change.
  • The usual What If You Just Made A Horrible Mistake monsters were in full force. Though Bond Girl wasn’t impressed. That helped.

Things I found delightful.

  • This beautiful sweet week.
  • Is everything extra-pretty or have I just not been paying enough attention to BEING ALIVE?
  • Svevo, my favorite person in the world, stayed the weekend for more play.
  • Dozing in the sun with Svevo and Noah in the park, in true Brooks fashion.
  • House overflowing with flowers, inside and in the garden.
  • Ending Pesach with Marisa and macncheeses.
  • The New Orleans thing went better than expected, and then the thing I thought would hurt like crazy if it happened did in fact happen but was so much less painful than what I was imagining.
  • Sudden decision making superpowers. I knew exactly what to do. All the previously complicated questions now suddenly have simple, clear, Bond-Girl-approved answers. Scleranthus! Yeah!
  • Saturday: 73 degrees. Sat in the garden in the sun. Happy.
  • Went to Silent Disco because Bond Girl told me too, and also because I like to express support for all silence-related ventures.
  • Dancing all night.
  • Welcome surprises. As a noun and a verb. And a superpower.
  • Real Beach Day. First one since September. A thousand times better than Fake Beach Day.
  • Being at the ocean with Bond Girl made it really clear how much has changed since the Vicarage. Overflowing with gratitude and appreciation.
  • New superpower: Everything I encounter today is my ally.
  • Discovering at the beach that a story I have been (quietly) telling myself about my life is not true! Astounding and freeing.
  • Bond Girl took me on an adventure to teach me to love the edge. At the end she directed me to a spot with no bus stop, trusting that the bus would stop anyway if I smiled. It did. The bus driver: “I only stopped for that smile, you know.” Bond Girl!
  • Edited something down from 3485 words to 2930. Progress.
  • Good news from two different friends in Berlin.
  • Picnic in the park. With red balloons and fading light. Sweetness and delight.
  • I can’t stop smiling this week.
  • “Solve for happy.” Wait, already solved.
  • Sometimes I honestly wonder why anyone says anything at all when the things we want to say are so deliciously obvious. Maybe because it’s fun to find the courage to say them.
  • It’s Worldwide Everything Is Right Day. Wait, again? Again. When I forget, I remember that this is possible. And then it is both possible and true.
  • Agent White’s favorite piece of punctuation is the ellipsis. I feel strongly about how great this is.
  • Feeling the way I feel right now.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed this week:

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this op is done, baby! It is often shortened to WHAM boom.

Operation Constance Edgewalker Tries On Two Different Hats Wham boom!
Operation Red Rose Missive Wham boom!
Operation Real Beach Day Wham boom!
Reveal and Radiate Wham boom!

Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom! Wham Boom! Wham Boom!

You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

Miracles!

Still. Yes. Silent retreat.

Superpowers!

A superpower I had this week…

I think my favorite one was Feeling Absolutely Fine About Being Mysteriously Awake In The Middle Of The Night.

Oooh, no, my favorite has to be Feeling Completely Glamorous While In Sneakers And Not Wearing Make-Up. That one was new and exiting.

And a superpower I want next week.

Trusting in timing. Letting things be as they are, and smiling.

Proxy of the week.

I’m just trying on hats…

Typos of the week, freudian or otherwise.

Love you, autocorrect. You speak a creepy truth.

Being “ballast” instead of ballsy. And: The bus ended up being Kate!

Salve of the week. Yours if you want it.

This salve gives everything quiet illumination and lustre.

When it is on you, everything you see, touch, feel, encounter or perceive is slightly more beautiful, slightly more pleasurable, lit up by its own light. And you glow quietly towards it, as it glows quietly at you.

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory has delivered enough to me to distribute by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

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

Background. Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once invented hanging out at the Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.

But But But Sandwich.

They are the best. Though it’s actually just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

Announcements coming so very soon! Are you on the list?

That’s it for me …

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

Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.

The Fluent Self