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.
Friday Chicken #310: a richness of quiet
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
I am at the Vicarage, where I have removed myself from everything for two weeks so that I can get even quieter than I usually am. There is a richness of quiet that I crave right now, and this is the place where I can sink into silence.
And since I am currently engaged in this deeper-quiet, this Chicken will be an abbreviated one. I hope you can feel some of the quiet coming through, as well as the wonderful superpowers of quieting.
What worked this week?
Removing myself from everything.
I keep looking at this sentence and shaking my head at the wisdom of what I did for myself.
Next time I might…
Do this sooner.
The plan to run away to the Vicarage happened super last-minute.
While I was going through my “how to run away to the Vicarage” protocol, I found a note from Last Year Me who said:
My love, please don’t wait to do this until you are at an edge. Don’t wait until you can’t see straight to pause and recalibrate. Do this before you think you need it. And, most importantly, don’t wait until after you need it.
So. I didn’t wait until after I needed it. That part is good. And I also knew six weeks ago that the need was on the way, and tried to ignore that information. Next time. Progress.
Thank you, last-year me. Thank you, last-week me. Thank you, incoming me who has figured out this whole “taking care of myself” thing.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Loss. A breath for comfort.
- Need. A breath for trust.
- The well of sadness. A breath for release.
- Goodbyes. A breath for newness.
- Isolation. A breath for knowing I am not alone.
- Wistful wishing for something that is not to be, or not to be right now. A breath for allowing desires to be legitimate.
- Everything unresolved. A breath for passage.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- I am here. A breath for safety and protection.
- I have given this time to myself. A breath for treasure and for treasuring myself.
- Nothing is wrong. All timing is right timing. A breath for remembering truth.
- Sky. Water. A breath for peacefulness.
- I have words. A breath for appreciating who I am.
- Remembering that I am radiantly beautiful. It is astonishing how often I forget this, most of the time. A breath for rediscovering.
- When I have this kind of quiet, I am amazed at what I know. A breath for the sea of wisdom.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. Thank you, Alon for naming Operation Kaleidoscope. Thank you, Richard for being the best possible friend I could ask for. Thank you, miracles. Thank you, fruit. Thank you, blue towel. Thank you, lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
The best part of Operation Kaleidoscope is that I don’t have to do anything except take care of myself, and this is the best op in the entire world, and the monsters don’t even get to complain about me wham-booming this. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of remembering how beautiful I am.
Superpowers I want.
Same as last time: the power of knowing, deeply, that every moment is treasure.
Salve. The Salve of Quieting.
It’s the Vicarage salve. When you rub this into your skin, it’s a bit like sinking into a warm pool. Or putting on noise-canceling headphones.
It’s this moment of AHHHHHHHHHHH DEEP EXHALE.
The hum-rattle-thrum of life’s buzziness just stops. There is you and your breath and sweet contentment. As if someone just turned off the vacuum cleaner in the background. As if the tap drip finally stopped. As if you had no idea how many things in the background (mental, physical, emotional) were causing interference until suddenly they all disappeared.
You relax into it, and then more, and then more. You set something down and then you set more things down, and then you remember words like tranquility and calm, and they are suddenly real.
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 from Marisa and they’re called Weird Hyper Electric Confusion, they play Irish trance music and it’s 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 for the first few people.
Not sure if there are still spots left because I am away, but give it a try!
—-> 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.
P is for Possibilities.
It was Rally P, and it was perfect in every way, of course, because Nothing Is Wrong and This Moment Is Right, and This Moment Is Useful, and I am Taking A Breath, and that is what perfect means, to me.
Not that everything went the way I wanted it to, not that everything was “flawless”, whatever that means. Just that everything that happens at Rally is part of Rally, and here we are, on a marvelous shared adventure.
And since I was on a Stealth Adventure for Rally P, it was, in a sense, a private week of P.
P is for playing, what we do here, the starting-point of self-fluency.
P is for all the things that are possible.
Since there are far too many pleasurable P-words to play with, how about a compass of Possibilities?
North: Possibilities.
Pure potential.
Anything can happen.
Who knows what marvelous things are in store.
Northeast: Provision.
Provisions and provisioning, all forms of taking exquisite care of myself.
Caring for past me and for incoming me. Planting jolly ranchers for later.
East: Presence.
I am here now.
Right here, right now.
I want to be here now.
A breath for this moment, and for being with it.
Southeast: Pleasure.
Delighting in pleasure.
Trusting in pleasure.
Choosing pleasure.
I avoided this one for years, too scary, too intense. It was waiting for me though. And it was just right. It was even better than I thought it would be when I was hiding from it. Uh huh.
South: Permission.
An anchoring word, if there ever was one.
Something else I feared, because I thought it was about a lack of boundaries.
Actually it is about marvelous boundaries: glowingly healthy boundaries.
It is about play and it is about presence and it is about knowing what you want. It is about giving legitimacy to what you feel, need and want. Big stuff.
Southwest: Passion.
Thinking about a former lover who introduced me to this poem, by Helen Chasin.
It is called The Word Plum:
The word plum is delicious
pout and push, luxury of
self-love, and savoring murmurfull in the mouth and falling
like fruittaut skin
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart fleshquestion
and reply, lip and tongue
of pleasure.
Yes, passion is luscious. And so are words. And so, for that matter, are plums. Although the lover in question had never had one. I have a weakness for people who are unfamiliar with ordinary things that are not ordinary at all. It is a thing.
West: Passage.
It is about preparation for the voyage.
It is about crossing.
We are always in a state of passage. Sometimes in a significantly more heightened state of crossing the line. This is what Rally is for, to facilitate passages. So you can come back with new awareness.
Southwest: Protection.
Safety, shelter, sanctuary, safe rooms. But also: privacy.
Knowing that you are held. Knowing that you are cared for. Knowing that nothing can get in that doesn’t need to. A force field that only allows in the qualities you want, in the amounts that feel safe and comfortable. Protection.
Other P words.
Paths and pathways. Peace and Peacefulness. Percolating. Providence. Plenty. Poetry.
Planting. Purpose. Persimmon. Participation. Picking (both up and also: choosing). Pink. Past. Ports. Portals. Portable. Porches. Privacy.
Painting. Positivity. Patience. Perception. Percepting. Precision. Perseverance. Purpose. Poise.
Polish. Publish. Private Eye.
Peonies. Posies. Parenthetical asides. Possess. Parades! Parks. Pouring. Pie. Pennies. Picnics. Pizazz. Protests. Pickles. Perch. Periwinkle. Pass. Process. Promenade.
Perspective, which is seeing the Possibilities. Playground. Play! Pert. Picturesque. Party, and Briana’s brother who takes his party with him. Pattern Recognition. Power. Preparation. Potential.
And of course we must visit Phrontisterey for such words as paizogony (it’s totally making out), palanquin, and pantopragmatic.
May it be so! And come play with me.
Thank you, letter P.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with P, go for it.
If you want to share in any of the qualities and magical words I named here, you can.
They work like the salves in the Friday Chicken: just take some, there is always more.
Whispering loving spells that begin with P, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
Wish #260: Wonderfully Peaceful
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
♡
What do I want?
Whenever I talk to Eve Wild (Incoming Me), she tells me about her twin superpowers: Wildly Confident and Wonderfully Peaceful.
I have been working with the first one because it scares me more, now is the time for the second.
Or, really, now is the time to understand more deeply how they are connected.
What do I know about this wish so far?
I have run away to the Vicarage, the only place where I consistently am able to access this feeling of Wonderfully Peaceful, so that I can study it.
The Vicarage is also the only place where I allow myself to do hours of yoga, in any form that I want, even if it’s hugging my knees and rolling on the floor, for — yes — hours.
No wonder I feel wonderfully peaceful at the Vicarage. I also feel wonderfully peaceful because it includes all the elements that make a Havi Bell a happy bell:
Quiet. Water. Spaciousness. No responsibilities other than caring for myself.
So of course I am here to learn how to bring this back with me into daily life.
What else do I know about what I want?
Usually I wait until I am very much not in a state of peacefulness to retreat to the Vicarage.
Well, that’s what happened this time as well except this time I planned it right before the crash instead of planning it during the crash. Pre-emptive peacefulness!
I have many monsters about this, from all sides.
Both from the “how dare you take time to yourself when everyone needs you” angle, as well as the other side: “good grief, if you can’t even figure out how to take care of yourself, to the point that figuring out you need a break five seconds before you fall apart is a win, that’s just embarrassing.”
They mean well. And also they’re feeling a little scared about what might happen if I get peaceful as a regular thing. They’re worried I will lose my passion. Nope, not going to happen. That’s why Wildly Confident comes hand and hand with the Wonderfully Peaceful.
So we’re talking about that. Making some safe rooms.
What else do I know?
This wish is connected, intimately connected, with all the previous wishes.
I have made wishes about emptying, about letting go, about closing the doors, about release, about clarity and getting clear, being willing to see what is, one thing at a time, eliminating as part of illuminating.
And here I am, literally in the place where I go when I am empty. I am sitting with the void (it’s a hot date with the void), and I am letting go. Filling up on peacefulness, letting go of things that do not contribute to peacefulness.
Past-me set up everything beautifully so that I could learn this, now.
Anything else?
It’s funny. The monsters are right about one thing. I have every reason not to be feeling wonderfully peaceful.
There’s work stuff and family stuff and heartache stuff and a whole assortment of stuff-stuff, a giant monster-number of things to feel feelings about. Worry, pain, hurt, sadness, all the feelings.
Except all of these are actually reasons to do more exploring of Wonderfully Peaceful, to spend more time figuring out how this works, what it feels like, what I already know about it that I don’t know that I know.
And it is time to ask an old question again: What is more astonishing?
Where do I want to start?
Doing wonderfully peaceful things.
Sleeping. Trusting my instinct. Going for long meandering walks. Listening to the kiwi.
Getting back to the qualities.
And the compass. I love this compass:
Peacefulness. Safety. Ease. Shelter. Freedom. Release. Glow. Wild.
How does this relate to Releasing?
That’s the superpower in the Fluent Self calendar, June is the month of Releasing.
All Past Pain Is Transformed Into Jewels.
Letting go is how I get wonderfully peaceful. Wonderfully peaceful is how I let go.
Either way, they support each other. Maybe wonderfully peaceful is one of the incoming jewels of past pain. That sounds crazy enough that it’s worth investigating.
Talking to Incoming Me about this…
Me: I don’t know anything about wonderfully peaceful, I am the wrong person to be exploring this.
Slightly wiser me: Remember the trees?
Me: Oh, right. I am exactly the right person to be exploring this. I have been on this voyage for decades.
Slightly wiser me: Nothing is wrong. This moment is right. Treasure yourself. I am here for you. There is nothing wrong with falling apart when you need to fall apart. It is not in opposition to wonderfully peaceful, it is part of the process of getting to wonderfully peaceful.
Anything else? Starting points?
Keep connecting to Incoming me. Skip stones as often as possible. Writing and Righting. The sweetest ship. Dance. Intensity. Unapologetically red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote. Thank you in advance.
And, of course, remembering the Vicarage compass: Vitality. Internal. Compass. Aligning. Resetting. Access. Glowing. Energy.
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.
- Hawaii. Possibly Hawaii is not in Hawaii. It’s the Vicarage.
- 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: Sip Hint Learn.
Clues?
“A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone.” — Jo Godwin.
Thank you, Agent Prairie Blue!
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka covert *and* witchy…
Silent retreat on most of it, other than that yes, this was the exact right wish and the exact right approach. Oh, and guess what? I figured out what Hawaii is a STAND IN for in my wish, and I found my way to the place that is like Hawaii for me.
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
Friday Chicken #309: Chicken on a raft
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
What worked this week?
Saying what I want.
A thousand sparklepoints to me because that was not always easy.
Next time I might…
Remember that I’m probably wrong about things I think about myself.
This week showed me a bunch of old filters that I have been seeing myself through which are not true or up-to-date or at all relevant to my life.
That was super interesting. And yet the most interesting part is how surprised I am.
Next time I’d like to start from the assumption of “of course I have insecurities messing with how I relate to myself”, and find out what I learn.
p.s. Thank you me-from-a-few-weeks-ago who made a wish about “I am ready to see clearly”. Holy shit. It is here and it is intense. I assumed I’d become more aware of negative things but guess what? I am seeing BEAUTY and I am seeing things that are absolutely remarkable which had been completely invisible to me before.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- The Day of Mud during which I could not do anything. A breath for moving through.
- Both while doing all the things and being too overwhelmed to do any of the things, total shock at the sheer number of things. How do I have so many jobs. When is it going to end. A breath for trust and release.
- All kinds of not-fun stuff going on with the chocolate shop. Including a story that involves gun shots, not even kidding, as well as losing a bunch of business due to unrelated circumstances. A breath for whatever will help us get through this.
- Still mad about a thing I would like to eventually be done being mad about, whenever that happens. In the meantime, a breath for me, and a breath for love, and a breath for time doing its thing and bringing perspective.
- This week went to work and projects, and not as much to the things I like to be doing (yoga, dance, writing). A breath for comfort.
- The thing I want is not the thing someone else wants. A breath for finding our way, individually and together.
- Made a giant decision that will bring a lot of ease into my life, except now I am doing Even More Things in order to clear space for it. A breath for passage.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- THE DAYS OF DOING. Rally magic kicked in hard and I have been doing all the things. 15 missions got cleared out just on Tuesday afternoon. Wham boom! It was mind-boggling how many things moved, shifted and completed this week. A breath for joyful applause. And a hundred billion sparklepoints.
- I was able to announce the writing retreat aka the Righting Retreat, and I am so excited about this! A breath for creating the thing that I always wished existed.
- Massive Rally epiphany that is currently blowing my mind so hard, and is impossible to explain because it falls into that category of This Realization Is Stupid-Obvious. It has to do with really seeing, and I am really seeing. Amazing. A breath for this new and glorious reconfiguration of how I can see things!
- No, really, doing all the things. I cannot believe how much got done this week. Things that have been cooking for what seems like forever. Projects that have been back-burnered for even longer. Forgotten things. Urgent things. Future things. All the things. I don’t even know what happened. Just somehow, this was the week, and everything moved for me. A breath for miracles and right timing.
- Richard is wonderful. I don’t say that enough even though I think it all the time. He does so many things that make my life easier. A breath for deep appreciation.
- Taking care of myself. This week I invested in the well-being of incoming me in dozens of different ways, and I made choices towards rest and towards rejuvenation. A breath for this.
- I AM RETREATING. In two different ways. I set up the Righting/Writing retreat that I have dreamed of, and also I found some notes from the last time I went to the Vicarage that basically said, “wow, I can’t believe I waited until I was this much of a wreck to give myself recovery time”, and thought, oh, man, I am watching what is coming and not doing anything about it. So I am taking myself away before I reach that edge. A breath for knowing what to do.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. Thank you, Karen J, for the scarf and for thinking of me! My mission last week about joining the Resistance turned out to be brilliant. T.J. said all the right things while I was panicking on Monday. And Oliver Danni sent me Chicken On A Raft! I can’t even tell you how quickly this put me in a good mood. The henchmen have hats, why do I forget this, it is the best. Richard brought me snacks. The yellow roses in the backyard are gorgeous. I am okay, and I am going to be okay, and I trust that every aspect of these hard learning is useful. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
So much wham boom this week, I am in shock! I introduced Operation Sip Hint Learn to the Floop and people really got it, and now we are getting it ready to send out to everyone in the Year of Emerging and Receiving. Among the other ops taken care of this week: Operation Lipstick. Mission Morocco Babe. Operation Spacial Wish Times Five. Operation A Certain Witching. Mission A New Way of Os. Operation Possibilities. Operation Righting It Down. And I even got a haircut. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of seeing exactly what I needed to see, which is helping me with Wildly Confident, what I asked for last week.
Superpowers I want.
The power of knowing, deeply, that every moment is treasure.
Salve. The Salve of Zoom.
My astoundingly productive week feels like a miracle, it really does. And I know a lot of seeds and resting and waiting went into setting things up for this vivid, colorful explosion of flowering.
I wish I could share this with you, all of it, so I’m asking for it to come into salve form.
The salve of zoom is peppy and peppery, it is surprisingly soothing, it fills you with trust, and a tingly burst of knowing that things are possible.
I want to say “uplifting”, but it is very subtle. You put it on, and suddenly you notice that you are smiling, and you aren’t sure if this is new or not.
Things are starting to move, you can feel it. And this is good, you can feel it. So you smile some more.
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 from Richard and it’s called Don’t Sit On The Banana, and they are a fiddle quartet, though I heard a rumor that it’s actually just one guy.
ANNOUNCEMENT. Wheeeeee!
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 for the first few people.
—-> https://fluentself.com//righting/ —-> PASSWORD: oneword
Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.
I am deep in an undercover mission to get better at receiving in all forms, or as I’m calling it: Glowing Receptivity and Being Receptive to Glow. Including the skill of gracefully accepting thanks.
It is related to my mission of Coming Out Of All The Closets and sharing about my personal experiences with not-sharing-how-hard-things-are.
If you would like to take a part in this and support me on my mission by sharing sweetness and appreciation for any aspect of my work, I would love that. You can do it with the magic of words, through the comments, or add something to Barrington’s Discretionary fund. (Explanation!)
And if the way you are glowing appreciation is quietly in your heart, I like that too. ♡
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.
Oh!
Oh.
It’s that moment of realization.
Oh is the sound of recognition, the sound of remembering.
Oh is for opening, and for openings. Oh is the shape of the mouth of the fox in the video game when he remembers there’s another way out.
Oh is for Open Sesame.
Oh is for observing, noticing, paying attention.
My toes lift up in a little dance, and my left hand is clenching again.
Oh for the things that are not obvious. Until they are. What I sometimes call Stupid Ephiphanies.
Oh is to orchestrate, to allow things to come together in new configurations.
Oh is omnipresent. Oh. Oh!
Oh, it is fun to say. Oh, yes it is.
Oh is for octagons. Like an eight pointed compass.
Oh is orientation, knowing who you are, where you are, where we are going.
Oh is for order, a new order, order from chaos, ordering things, letting everything reconfigure, letting everything be new again.
Oh for oodles! Oddities! Odds and Ends. Outlandish! Oddballs. Oops!
Oh for outrageous, outlandish and over the top.
Oh!
Oh! Like oh yeah and oh baby and oh oh oh oh. Oh is the sound of the lightbulb going on. Oh is the sound of remembering truth.
Oh for outside and outdoors. Orchards. My favorite place.
Oh for ONLY this moment. This optimal moment.
Oh for Ocelot, a wonderful word.
Oh for the shapes: Ovals. Obelisk.
Oh for the sounds: Ooh. Oomph. Oom pah pah!
Oh is for lovers.
Oh. Orgasms, obviously. SEE WHAT I DID THERE.
Oh for orange, the best color.
Oh for my beautiful ocean. Opals are beautiful too.
Oh for Options and Opportunities. Things that are organic, like organic change. Oscillating, one way that change happens.
Oh for Ovid who said that a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. Oh!
Oh! It is for ownership, an aspect of sovereignty. Oh is for options, and for recognizing that many, many things are optional.
Oh is for secret ops! And for the land of Oz.
Oh for organizing, in the sense of things organizing themselves, reconfiguring, the dance of life. Origins. Things that circle back to where they began, but new again. Oh. Om.
Oh is to play with.
Oh, and if you would like an additional Offering of O words, go here of course, for such delights as oblectation (enjoyment, pleasure), obsecrate (to implore), odoriferous (emitting an especially pleasant smell).
Can you tell it was Rally O? It was. I love Rally (Rally!), and this was a fun one because we said OH a lot. In every possible intonation. Sometimes it was a gasp, sometimes it was a laugh, and sometimes it got a little dirty.
May it be so! And come play with me.
Thank you, letter O.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with O, go for it.
If you want to share in any of the qualities and magical words I named here, you can.
They work like the salves in the Friday Chicken: just take some, there is always more.
Whispering loving spells that begin with O (and Oh), for myself, and for anyone who wants…