What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
What's in the gallery?
We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.
We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**
* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.
** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.
Chicken 315: trying things on for size
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
What worked this week?
Saying thank you.
And sharing my thank-yous.
Next time I might…
Remind myself about the relationship between rest and [everything else].
Naps are portals and bridges to healing things. For me.
And I forget this.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Some body stuff going on. Left foot. Right hand. A small burn. A breath for taking better care of myself.
- In addition to last week’s Alarming Estimates for house repairs, my dentist informed me that there are things that need to be fixed. This never happens! Except it’s happening now. A breath for ease, comfort and perfect simple solutions.
- We invested in new equipment for the imaginary chocolate shop, and it was so expensive, and there was just no way around it. A breath for breathing through.
- Of course we somehow ordered the wrong equipment, and of course there were endless complications with the delivery and of course it arrived on a 90 degree day and of course it took hours for me and Richard to unload all the heavy boxes because we didn’t know anyone who could help. A breath for everything about this situation and for new forms of support coming in.
- Got seriously overloaded during the workshop weekend. A combination of too much intel and too much time around people. A breath for falling apart.
- At the point with my dancing where I can catch so things that aren’t working and I know why and I know what to do about it, and just not able to implement yet. A breath for being just past the beginning of the montage sequence….
- Travel and logistics and so many things to be done, so many things on hold. A breath for trust.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- Wally Walsh, wizard of bodywork, was able to do miracles with my back. I went from being in pain and having very limited range of motion to feeling completely fine. A breath for movement, and for love.
- Last week’s new understanding related to my relationship with dance has been bearing fruit of the best kinds. A breath for knowing what I want and how to get there.
- The workshop weekend with Brandi Tobias was incredible. I have pages of furiously scribbled notes, some of which are hilarious (“don’t be a baby skunk!”), and drills to play with, and a thousand shining epiphanies. A breath for the thrill of understanding new things. Or old things in a new way.
- I had all kinds of great dances with people this week. A breath for delight in life.
- Grand adventures of various kinds. Getting Redirected. Ending up at a Bosnian cafe and discovering clues. A breath for discovery.
- Writing, writing, writing and more writing. A breath for pleasure and for process.
- I am in California having an adventure related to Operation Gem Springs. I am finding the treasure. I am trying new things. A breath for everything about this.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. I am learning the things I want to learn. Incoming me is wise and hilarious and gives me good counsel. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
Lots of progress on ongoing missions, specifically Provisioning and Tiny Liberations. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of Trying Things On For Size (in all senses), and being okay with what doesn’t fit.
Superpowers I want.
The power of Whatever Is Happening Automatically Enhances My Superpowers.
Salve. The Salve of Supported.
When you rub this salve into your skin, you suddenly become aware of all the forms of support that are already in your life.
The basic ones like oxygen and gravity.
Support in the form of beauty: Trees and flowers. Vibrant colors. Marvelous smells.
Support in the form of resources — internal and external — available to you whether you remember to call on them or not.
All the hidden forms of support are visible for you now and activated for you, in such a way that accessing them is now easy and uncomplicated. This salve only activates forms of support that are safe for you to receive, no strings attached, no stuff attached. This is support in pure-essence.
This salve adds grace to everything. And — here’s something interesting: this salve makes it easier to try things on for size.
When you remember how much support there is for you, it’s not a big deal to let things go that don’t fit…
If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This band is called The Fly Ribbon Sutras, they play indie banjo covers of Tom Waits songs and it’s actually just one guy.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
My writing/righting retreat is full. (PASSWORD: oneword)
Is this something you would want another chance at doing in the future? Let me know.
You don’t have to think you’re a writer, you don’t have to write, nothing is required other than that you want quiet time to be deeply creative, wildly inspired, and take some mostly self-guided time for internal exploration or whatever appeals to you.
Come play if you like…
Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.
Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.
Wish 265: lioness self in the isles of lens
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
♡
What do I want?
I’ve been thinking out loud (okay, by text) with a few fellow secret agents recently about receiving, and how hard this is or can be.
About how much tangled up guilt/shame/stuff we have about it, and about the lessons inside of all this, related to accepting and receiving in various forms.
Lessons all over the place. Except bleah, life lessons is such a depressing phrase so I threw it in the anagram generator:
Selfless Ion. Lioness Self! Feels In Loss. Senses of I’ll. So Fill Sense. Foes Sell Sin. Isles of Lens!
The lesson isn’t really a lesson.
It’s a present, and a practice.
Or, to riff on something wonderful Max said, it’s like a meeting-up between one aspect of you and another aspect of you where you go, oh, right. And then you high five.
Or maybe you cry first and then hug it out.
What do I know about what I want?
I’m currently in many moments and experiences that fall into this category.
And I think it would in fact be helpful to be my Lioness Self:
Courageous, steady, beautiful, fully alive and present, equally committed to napping and to going after what I want, powerful, dynamic, bounding, moving forward with slinky cat steps.
This is, hilariously, all the same things I happen to be working on right now in my relationship with dance.
What I would like is to stop fighting the lessons, to stop grinding wheels, and start playing with all this intel my patterns are showing me.
To look up and recognize that this is a chance to meet Incoming me, not another reason to think I’m terrible at life, which is the au courant monster-theory.
What do I know about this so far?
Here’s what always helps:
Taking sweet pauses, saying yes to the red lights, remembering the purple pills, saying thank you to the broken pots.
And, really, saying thank you to — and for — everything I can think of.
Not because I “should” feel thankful. Not adding to guilt with more guilt.
This is not at all about diminishing the experience of the things that are hard, painful and challenging. Acknowledgment and legitimacy for the hard, always. Safety first!
Finding the good as a way of remembering my Lioness Self.
What else do I know about my Lioness Self in the Isle of Lens?
This has to do with presence and paying attention.
Noticing patterns, without judging myself for having the pattern (still, the monster chorus wants to add), or for being in it.
Noticing, especially, all the ways in which I care — a lot — about what other people think, when caring what they think falls into the category of Not My Job.
Remembering what Incoming Me said:
It. Doesn’t. Matter. What. They. Think.
Let go of this, my love. It is time to let this go.
What is an Isle of Lens?
It is the place where perspective is new.
It is the place of remembering truth.
It is quiet, a sanctuary. Just like not speaking. Being someone who lives in quiet has created my own Isle of Lens. It has gotten me to this point where I can access my Lioness Self.
I mean, I wouldn’t even know about my Lioness Self if I hadn’t first gotten quiet and steady enough to listen.
What do I want to try?
Noticing all the ways and moments in daily life which demonstrate that I am comfortable with receiving. Saying thank you for that.
Noticing all the ways and moments which demonstrate that I am deeply tangled up in these [Selfless Ions / Life Lessons], and resisting receiving things, experiences or intel that are being given to me.
Practicing radical forgiveness, internally directed. This freaks out the monsters, so we will call it something else.
Basically though, it’s this:
Remembering that past-me was in a rough place, she was working with minimal intel, she didn’t have the skills and tools we have now, she was functioning on very little sleep with very few resources, she didn’t know how to take care of herself.
Everything she did and every choice she made came from good intentions, she was doing what she could with the tools and information she had at the time. Maybe me-now would choose differently, and that’s fine. The point is, she was doing her best to get us here, and we made it! I’m here now.
And the best thing I can do is to glow love and appreciation for her, create safety for her, build safe rooms for her, and safe rooms for my fears.
Where do I want to start?
Interview incoming me to find out what she knows.
Skip stones as often as possible.
Dance. Intensity. Writing. Red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote.
Using the compass. Eight breaths: one in each direction.
Pleasure. Presence. Ease. Comfort. Emerge. Receive. Glow. Wild.
Saying thank you in advance.
Me: Hey, slightly-wiser me, what do you have for me?
She: Do you think your Lioness Self cares about whether or not people like her? Do you think she gives up on things that are important to her to accommodate other people’s fears, perceptions and distortions about who she is?
Her not-caring is not selfish. Her not-caring is part of her embodied grace.
The superpower of coming into your superpowers.
August is Emerging in the Fluent Self calendar.
The superpower of coming into your superpowers.
Look what’s emerging. A new relationship with “lessons” and a new relationship with receiving. I’ve spent the past couple of years and especially the past couple months letting go and letting go and letting go some more, emptying out. It makes sense that emerging and receiving is what is next.
And since this is the Year of Emerging & Receiving, of course that’s what is happening.
I named it in advance, and naming things in advance is a weird witchy magic. Or it’s not and it just provides a lens — an isle of lens — to give a new understanding of what is happening anyway.
Oh wow, what beautiful wishes.
Oh, wow. What beautiful wishes.
What else do I want?
- Everything is easier than I thought, and look, miracles everywhere.
- I have the best time dancing in my ballroom.
- This doesn’t require my input!
- Ha, it’s so perfect that it turned out like this. Past me is a GENIUS
- I have what I need, and I appreciate it. There are resources to do this.
- Trust and steadiness. I can see why this moment is good.
- I am fearless and confident. I do the brave things and it is not even a big deal, and I still get sparklepoints, yay.
- The superpower of Everything Enhances My Superpowers.
- Ops: Real Seeing. The Protocols. Sip Hint Learn. The Panache Brigade!
Clues?
Trying things on for size. The phrase “Rock On”. How do you catch flies?
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka lovingly curated…
This was super helpful for me. I was able to practice [treasuring my space] in a variety of ways.
I went through my phone and deleted every number whose name elicited a wince.
There were some I couldn’t bring myself to delete because (monsters here) What If This Person Tries To Contact You And You Don’t Know Who It Is And You Can’t Protect Yourself. So I just changed their names to things like You Don’t Trust This Person, You Don’t Like This Person, You Don’t Have To Respond.
Now they live in the Y section of my phonebook where I never look. So that was pretty great.
I also worked with this theme in taking more breaks and pauses, and in treasuring my dance space. Feeling good about this, and can’t wait to do more of it.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
I wish to whisper a whisper about the Monster Manual! It comes paired with the world’s best coloring book, which does so much monster-dissolving magic that even if you wait to try the techniques, you’ll still feel better about everything.
Self-fluency is hard enough, we need ways to to interact with the thoughts-fear-worry-criticism that shuts down creative exploring. And when people get the manual, I am able to me spend more time writing here. So if you don’t need help with monsters, get one for a friend. Or plant a wish that someone gets it for you! And bring people you like to hang out here. The more of us working on our stuff, the better for all of us. ♡
Keep me company?
Consider this an open invitation to deposit wishes, gwishes, personal ads. In any size/form you like, there’s no right way. Updates on past experiments are welcome too, as is anything sparked for you.
Commenting culture: This is safe space for creative exploration. We are on permanent vacation from care-taking and advice-giving. We are here to play.
Let’s throw things in the pot! And: Amnesty. Leave a wish any time you want.
xox
Chicken 314: multiplied thank yous
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
What worked this week?
Napping.
That was a big deal.
Tracking.
I have a period tracking app on my phone which one suspects was probably designed for people trying to move to Bolivia, though I use to know when not to schedule things.
It has a note-taking feature that I never bothered to look at, and this week I’ve been using this to note clues — a word I like better than “symptoms”. I sometimes also call these My Stomps, which is a hilarious anagram for that word I don’t like.
More useful intel than I was expecting.
Next time I might…
REMAIN INDOORS.
This phrase, in all caps, is a reference to the distressingly hilarious (and also, really, just distressing) Mitchell and Webb sketches featuring The Quiz Broadcast, a post-apocalyptic television game show where viewers are constantly reminded to REMAIN INDOORS!
Hello, good evening and REMAIN INDOORS! This is the Quiz Broadcast.
I had lots of reasons to REMAIN INDOORS this week, in many senses of that.
Literally indoors, because it was a billion degrees out and because of the giant street festival happening on the street where I work.
And remaining indoors in other ways, such as avoiding horrible places like facebook.
God, imagine The Event happening again…NO! DO NOT IMAGINE THE EVENT HAPPENING AGAIN. IT WILL CAUSE DISTRESS. THE EVENT IS IN THE PAST.
Basically everything on the internet right now should come with that kind of warning for me. Do not click! Do not read this! You will wheel-grind over this in your brain for days! Don’t go there! Remain indoors!
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Pulled a muscle in my back. My bodywork wizard is away and I have seven dance workshops this weekend. A breath for ease and releasing. And also for REMAIN INDOORS, because I think a lot of this tensing up has to do with other tension-inducing situations.
- Some vital home repairs need to be made and the estimates we got were alarming. A breath for perfect simple solutions..
- Attention span was non-existent this week. Trouble focusing. A breath for presence.
- So much pain in the world. A breath for May Peacefulness Prevail, and for turning inward so that I can add contribute more peacefulness.
- Making big changes. A breath for all the dust that gets kicked up when that happens.
- Did not have fun at the Wednesday dance, the thing I look forward to all week. A breath for things being the way they are, and for finding the treasure.
- Frustrating things happening with the chocolate shop. A breath for trust.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- Operation White Out was one of the most fun things I’ve done in forever. The noir gunslinger was in town and we were dressed elegantly in all white and shared the most glamorous picnic of all time, followed by cocktails at my favorite bar that I never go to. We colored with tiny colored pencils. We had a Grand Adventure with many, many good surprises. White. Out. So good. A breath for shaking things up.
- I came to a clean, clear, beautiful decision or understanding related to my relationship with dance, and then I acted on it, and this was marvelous. A breath for being through the tumultuous identity-crisis period and finally knowing what I want and how to get there.
- Operation 33, which has been on hold for the past two months, is finally in motion, and with it a bunch of other missions. A breath for forward movement, and for excitement.
- Even though I didn’t enjoy myself at the dance, I was able to implement several of the things I’m working on and practice good technique. Even better, I was able to find the good. A breath for being really clear about what I want and need.
- Dance! Seven workshops this weekend and then the Galactic Swingtacular, plus I signed up for a series of tango workshops in October. We’re doing this. A breath for joyfully committing to life and aliveness.
- Sent out the latest YEARbook, am finishing up the next one, wrote many, many beautiful words for the Internalship. For a week in which I wasn’t able to focus, an astonishing amount of getting things done. A breath for remembering this.
- I am finding the treasure, even when it’s hard, and even when the hard things are the treasure. I am finding it. A breath for being able to treasure things.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. I have the most wonderful housemate in the world. I have a Wonderfully Tranquil home. I found a dance teacher I connect with. Incoming me is wise and hilarious and gives me good counsel. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
The Secret Dinner was a smashing success. Operation White Out was the best op ever. Operation Kaleidoscope Compass is complete. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of finding the good. This is actually the superpower I asked for last week, and it kicked in hard around Thursday.
Superpowers I want.
The power of trusting rest.
Salve. The Salve of Tiny Thank Yous.
This salve works in two equally wonderful ways.
As it softens into your skin, you are able to receive all the thank-yous that exist for you. Any time someone has thought of you with appreciation, adoration, gratitude and love, those qualities come streaming into your space in the most pure, safe, just-right-for-you, easy-to-receive form ever.
And at the same time this is happening, you also fill up on your own thank-you heart. Accessing gratitude and appreciation is suddenly easy and comfortable. The default, not something to forget and remember.
This salve multiplies all the thank-yous in your life, with so much grace and ease that you can’t help smiling.
If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This band is called Hot For Logistics, they are a steampunk rockabilly sextet though I’m not even sure how that works because actually it’s just one guy.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
There are TWO SPOTS left in my writing retreat that is not a writing retreat. It’s a Righting retreat.
You don’t have to think you’re a writer, you don’t have to write, nothing is required other than that you want quiet time to be deeply creative, wildly inspired, and take some mostly self-guided time for internal exploration or whatever appeals to you.
Come read the page because 1) I swear a lot, 2) I make a pun that is also truth, 3) there is a cloud that makes me smile, 4) I can’t be the only person who longs for this, 5) I just made a thing and would love company, 6) TWO SPOTS LEFT.
—-> https://fluentself.com//righting/ —-> PASSWORD: oneword
Come play if you like…
Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.
Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.
Wish 264: lovingly curated
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
♡
What do I want?
The past few months of asking “What happens when I treasure myself?” have brought me to the realization that treasuring my space (both external and internal) is the thing I need to learn, the next mission.
Since my last visit to the Vicarage, I’ve been clearing all kinds of things out of my home and workspace and the Playground, letting them find their way to better homes for them.
I haven’t really had a name for what I’m doing, until Saturday morning when I awoke with this phrase resting in my mouth, a gift from the sleep fairies, or from my heart:
Lovingly Curated
It is both completely right, and also at the same time something is missing. It’s a partial name, or a partial concept.
So my wish for this week has to do with both the experience of Lovingly Curated (and being the loving curator), and learning more about this concept to have a better understanding of what it is that I want.
It is a wish about process, and a wish about approach, at the same time.
What do I know about this so far?
I just flashed on something and I’m not sure how to explain it.
When I opened the Playground (my retreat center), four years and three months ago, if you can believe it’s been that long, I had very strong feelings about what could go inside. I wanted things to be Just Right.
Gradually I realized that the best thing I could do for both the Playground and the people who come play was to let go of any kind of vision or rules about Just Right.
Richard’s instinct to paint walls in bright colors (crimson! wild orange!) was absolutely on target, even though it never would have occurred to me. Things came in — toys, costumes, decorations, that I wouldn’t have chosen for the space but they worked. More importantly, everyone used them and delighted in playing with them.
I watched Rally people invent brilliant costumes and build the most creative forts, from objects I would probably have vetoed due to attachment to Just Right. They found clues in books I wouldn’t have picked. They uncovered treasure in things I didn’t value.
This was eye-opening for me, and helped release rules about how it “should be”.
Flash forward to now. We have accumulated so much. And I haven’t curated. Unless I have a strong negative reaction to an object, it gets to hang out at the Playground.
Now I’ve reached the point where it is time to let things flow out again.
Flowing out again….
Last week while clearing things out, I found a Reflecting (shhh, it’s a collage, and for some reason I am allergic to the word collage) from November 2011 at a Rally.
I’d forgotten that I’d made it, and the theme was — GET THIS! — treasuring my space.
It was beautiful. And I’d pasted that delicious William Morris quote:
Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
It is time to start curating again. Making conscious love-infused choices about what gets to live in my spaces.
What else do know about [Lovingly]?
It is both the right word and not the right word. I need some synonyms for lovingly. Fondly curated? No. Passionately curated? No. Adoringly? No.
None of those is even close to what I am trying to get at. Hmmm. What are the elements in here? When I say lovingly, in this context, what kind of lovingly is it?
Lovingly =
+intentional +presence +with love +sweetness +grace +warmth +really there for this experience + engaged +alive +interacting +charged +knowing that this mission is vital
So it’s about presence. Doing an action that is infused with love, in a way that is infused with love and with an intention that is infused with love.
Loving is the right word. And it is a love that is very engaged. Okay, I don’t know where this is going at all, and it’s still good to have this additional intel.
What do I know about this?
There is a lot of emotion tangled up in this.
Clearing out physical objects can be surprisingly fraught. Or not surprisingly at all, if you hang out in the world of people who think about “organizing” (oh that unfortunate word!) and related themes.
There is all the emotional dust that gets kicked up, as Cairene puts it, when you start to examine what’s in your space.
And the identity stuff. Questioning choices that past-me made, even though I know from experience that she was always doing the best she could to the best of her abilities with the intel she had at the time, and everything she did was for me-now. Agonizing about choices related to future-me, even though I know there are no wrong choices as long as I’m acting from love.
There is the usual parade of monsters who think this is all stupid, and the Time Gremlins who think it’s an extravagant and shameful waste of time.
Speaking of shame.
So much shame.
That’s the big emotion that gets trapped (and revealed) for me when it comes to working with my stuff about Space.
Space, Time, Money and Love. The four big themes where our pain shows up.
So there’s shame in here, and fear. Which means there is opportunity for release. It also means SAFETY FIRST and PLAY AT THE EDGES, because any encounter with big emotion requires as much safety as possible.
Lovingly curating my internal space means committing to making this experience safe for myself. That’s important too.
Where do I want to start?
Talking to incoming me, the one who enjoys being a Loving Curator, and finding out what she knows.
Skip stones as often as possible.
Dance. Intensity. Writing. Red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote.
Using the compass. Last week’s is perfect. Eight breaths: one in each direction.
Simplicity. Delight. Ease. Beauty. Anchor. Release. Glow. Wild.
Saying thank you in advance.
Me: Hey, Incoming Me aka Slightly Wiser Me! What do you know?
She: Love the curation. Love your role as the curator. You are the treasure and you are the treasurer (and the Treasurer!). Making choices about your space is a form of exercising your sovereignty, you have yearned for this.
So this is a gift, not a chore. When you catch yourself turning it into a task, pause for breath, take the purple pills, and start over. This is an adventure, a passionate summer fling, a voyage you have longed for. Let it be that.
How does this relate to Tranquility?
July is Tranquility in the Fluent Self calendar.
Superpower: Remembering that Now Is Not Then.
Tranquility is the companion to lovingly curated. This isn’t the kind of re-ordering I’ve done in the past where EVERYTHING MUST LEAVE. No violence or destruction this round. An emptying with calm and sweetness, curiosity and patience. Tranquility is my anchor.
Oh wow, what beautiful wishes.
Oh, wow. What beautiful wishes.
What else do I want?
- Everything is easier than I thought, and look, miracles everywhere.
- I have the best time dancing in my ballroom.
- This doesn’t require my input!
- Ha, it’s so perfect that it turned out like this. Past me is a GENIUS
- I have what I need, and I appreciate it. There are resources to do this.
- Trust and steadiness. I can see why this moment is good.
- I am fearless and confident. I do the brave things and it is not even a big deal, and I still get sparklepoints, yay.
- Ops: Real Seeing. The Protocols. Sip Hint Learn. The Panache Brigade!
Clues?
At last week’s Waltz Brunch I had an absolutely incredible dance to this song . This is actually a perfect example of the question of curation. This is not a song I would normally listen to by choice for more than about three seconds, but during the magic of the dance, I heard it.
The longer the waiting, the sweeter the kiss.
There’s a lot in that phrase, but right now what I am taking from it is that everything I haven’t done until now is not Terrible Choices or procrastination, as my monsters would have it, it is just the time I needed to take to make these new kisses sweeter.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka a wild abundance of dance partners…
Imagining my projects as dance partners has been unbelievably helpful. And at the Wednesday dance, I had an actual wild abundance of actual dance partners, which never, ever happens there. Especially since there were a million follows and people who dance way better than I do. That’s usually a dance where I do a lot of watching, and this week it was a place to do a lot of dancing.
I also wish to report that Operation White Out was a huge success with a (yes!) wild abundance of pretty much everything.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
I wish to whisper a whisper about the Monster Manual! It comes paired with the world’s best coloring book, which does so much monster-dissolving magic that even if you wait to try the techniques, you’ll still feel better about everything.
Self-fluency is hard enough, we need ways to to interact with the thoughts-fear-worry-criticism that shuts down creative exploring. And when people get the manual, I am able to me spend more time writing here. So if you don’t need help with monsters, get one for a friend. Or plant a wish that someone gets it for you! And bring people you like to hang out here. The more of us working on our stuff, the better for all of us. ♡
Keep me company?
Consider this an open invitation to deposit wishes, gwishes, personal ads. In any size/form you like, there’s no right way. Updates on past experiments are welcome too, as is anything sparked for you.
Commenting culture: This is safe space for creative exploration. We are on permanent vacation from care-taking and advice-giving. We are here to play.
Let’s throw things in the pot! And: Amnesty. Leave a wish any time you want.
xox
Chicken 313: we’re no strangers to love
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
What worked this week?
Not having my computer.
This was an accidental discovery. Richard’s computer had to go to the hospital so I let him use mine and decided to work on projects that do not require typing, pixels or the vast rabbitholes of the internet.
My body-mind is/are feeling happy and surprisingly tranquil, so that’s kind of neat. And those other projects turned out to be both more important and more complicated than I’d realized. That was actually good news, because it gives me intel to share with my monster crew who think I’m lazy and disorganized, and say if I “just took an hour to clear stuff out…”
Well, I got to spend three whole days on things they think should just take an hour, and it was useful to learn that they are wildly underestimating everything. Also I found some important clues.
So. Something that seemed like an Interruption actually turned out to be full of Treasure, in the form of unexpected good surprises. I want to remember this.
Next time I might…
Remember Rick Astley.
A few years ago I stopped clicking on posts with titles that sounded like they had really solid information.
Like, The Best Eight Ways to ____________.
Whatever the eight ways turned out to be, they were inevitably disappointing. Maybe three were things I already did, four were just stupid, and one was irrelevant.
Nowadays of course, it’s more like “YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT”, and it purports to be about something I care about or am curious about. And then, of course, the only actual astonishing thing turns out to be how completely unremarkable the surprise is, and how spectacular the waste of time.
Before my trip to the Vicarage, I had a habit of avoiding these links, and then every once in a while I’d click anyway, and be disappointed.
Since the Vicarage, my attitude is more like, Hey sweetie, do you really want this? Does this seem like it’s going to bring you pleasure?
After running some experiments, it’s clear that 99.9% of the time, there is no pleasure in the click. It’s basically a rickroll. Except less fun because that song is awesome.
What I’d like to do now is start humming Never Gonna Give You Up whenever I consider clicking. That will take me back to PLAYFULNESS, which is where I want to be, and away from this sensation of “ugh, really?!”
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- It was one of those weeks where Everything Breaks, in small, symbolic ways. Favorite sweater has a tear. My Bond Girl boots broke, unexpectedly, and my Cobbler of the Magic Powers can’t do anything with them. Papercuts. Bruises. Things are lost. A breath for transition and adjustment.
- Dark circles under my eyes. A breath for noticing this..
- I really don’t want to be online, it doesn’t do good things for me, and yet a large portion of my life happens here. And I love this space here. A breath for finding a new way to be here and not there.
- So much pain in the world. May peacefulness prevail. A breath for may peacefulness prevail, and for turning inward so that I can add peacefulness, like adding spices.
- Wild goose chases. A breath for trusting the process and for more letting go.
- Talking with someone I like, and discovering this person has strong unexamined opinions regarding a situation about which he is remarkably unknowledgeable and about which I happen to know a lot. I found this pretty distressing and did a lot of wheel-grinding before I remembered to wish him and everyone else peacefulness. A breath for this feeling of disappointment.
- Letting things go. Man, it is complicated. A breath for trust.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- The best gift: a poem and a pot, both beautiful, both made by Angela. The pot is so perfect that Richard said, “This is the most Havi pot I have ever seen, how did she know?!” A breath for pleasure.
- The qualities and superpowers I have been playing with for the past few months — Wildly Confident / Wonderfully Peaceful / I Treasure My Space — are starting to feel like home, and they’ve been working in ways I hadn’t even imagined possible. A breath for appreciation and wonder.
- My dear friend Colleen the Signmaker was in town and we had tea at the Playground, and it was so lovely. A breath for full deep heart love.
- I didn’t get upset about any of the breaking. I am letting things go, and I am doing it with ease this time around. Not that it’s easy, just that I am easing. With the help of things that are like purple pills. A breath for a new way of doing this.
- Operation White Out is happening! The notorious noir gunslinger is leaving Eugene and headed this way, we will be running experiments on invisibility and panache, while avoiding henchmen and WEARING HATS. A breath for adventure, companionship, silliness, play.
- DANCING! So much fantastic dance this week. A two hour Kizomba workshop that Anil talked me into had me completely enthralled. Between Saturday Night Fever and Sunday’s Waltz Brunch, I spent most of the weekend whirling around the dance floor. Swing, waltz, foxtrot, rumba, salsa, fusion, fun. Wonderful dancing, lovely people. Wednesday’s west coast swing dance was unbelievably great, maybe the best one yet, and then I went to see the Barn Door Slammers last night, where there was even more good dancing. A breath for sheer joy and delight in life.
- I am noticing patterns, clearing things out, letting so much go, and listening to the quiet internal voice. I always do this, it’s both my work and what I do, but right now it is happening in a more intense and intentional way than before. A breath for treasure, and for change.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. Thank you, kaleidoscopes. Thank you, kaleidoscope coloring book that I found when the quiet internal voice suggested reorganizing the library at the Playground. Thank you, risk-taking. Thank you, asking. Thank you, wonderful and unexpected answers. Thank you, good news. Thank you, yesterday-me and tomorrow-me, I love you both so much.Thank you, everything that brought me here. Thank you, red lipstick. Thank you, lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
I have been clearing stuff out like mad. Operation Kaleidoscopic Revue was a smashing success. As was my mission to Love the Loathe. Operation Basket Weaving yielded surprising results. And we are on schedule for the Secret Dinner. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of Everything That Is Mine Returns To Me. I’ve been repeating this over and over, and things are coming back. Or they aren’t, but it’s okay, because they aren’t mine. Found a beloved garment I thought had been lost at the Vicarage. Found a clue that I had been waiting for.
And I also had the superpower of wishing peacefulness (may peacefulness prevail!) when I found myself cycling through conversations in my head, I would like more of this and to do it faster. This is a good one.
Superpowers I want.
The power of finding the good, and the power of knowing that every moment is treasure. The power of knowing that sometimes the letting go is the treasure.
Salve. The Salve of Letting Go Is Treasure.
This salve softens everything, brings an ease and a lightness.
As it melts into your skin, you forget why you thought you needed to hold on so tightly to something that was done. Suddenly it makes sense that the things that don’t fit your life would find their way out. A warmth spreads through you, it is peaceful and tingly at the same time, and then there is this extra spaciousness as if you have more capacity to take in breath and let it go.
This salve has the qualities of Safety, Resilience, Undoing, Love.
If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This band is called Institute Of Molecular Biology Potluck, they are from Rio de janeiro, their latest album is Smooth Science, it’s ambient trance music and actually the band is just one guy.
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
I spend a lot of time saying “ohmygod I want to go somewhere and WRITE, I want to go on a writing retreat” and then I never do that because of the part where hahaha I’d probably have to sit around with Writers and talk about what I’m writing.
And then I realized I could invent my own that would be exactly what I want. Price super low because I need to leave town for a couple of weeks. It is called a Righting Retreat.
Partly because that sounds less intimidating (to me), and partly because it is true. We will Right things.
Come read the page because 1) I swear a lot, 2) I make a pun that is also truth, 3) there is a cloud that makes me smile, 4) I can’t be the only person who longs for this, 5) I just made a thing and would love company, 6) there is an extra-extra-extra low price.
I need to check with Richard on this however I think there are two spots left
—-> https://fluentself.com//righting/ —-> PASSWORD: oneword
Come play if you like…
Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.
Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.
Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.
p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.