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.
Everything is new again.
Funny story. I started this post several weeks ago, and then put it aside but I wasn’t sure why. Then last week I wrote a wish about a new remembering, and then I remembered that I had been in the middle of a post about how everything is new again, and now I am ready for this.
Everything is new again.
Everything is new again.
The new Bell and the Nu bell.
So my middle name is Bell, and I am a new Bell, in the sense that being a bell is new to me, and in the sense that I am constantly working at being a better bell for the qualities I want to ring.
My father has a bell in his car. It’s called a nu bell, and people generally remark that it looks like an old bell, which it does. The purpose of the bell is to ring when you hit a small bump, to say nu, and remind you to pay attention.
Nu? This is Yiddish for many things but mainly: “So? What’s happening?”
And: “Are you paying attention?”
The Nu Bell (and the New bell) are about presence, awareness, curiosity: This moment is new. I should pay attention.
Solving for N.
N is the mystery letter.
Solve for N.
N is for newness. N is for nu-ness. Asking: am I here?
I want to be right here, right now. Paying attention, lovingly. Meeting this moment with curiosity and compassion.
I want to be here now.
Like I said in this week’s wish:
“Clarity, getting clear, being willing to see what is. Eliminating as part of illuminating. Also, trusting that seeing can’t hurt me.”
I want to be here now, and see.
Being N is new again.
A few weeks ago at Rally N, I was Agent N, but I went by the name of Nell. Nell Nielsen of the Nome Nielsens. It was a cover.
Obviously.
I love having a cover.
I was solving for N, but I said I was there to remember to learn how to rollerskate. And I did. Or, at least, I remembered how much I used to love rollerskating once upon a time. I solved for N.
N is a noble letter, and there are so many N words to play with, we are in the richest part of the alphabet, so instead of naming all the N words, I will share my compass of N.
It starts with North. N is for North. And north is for newness, because everything is new again.
North: Newness.
Everything ends, and everything is new again.
Everything ends, dies, dissolves, reconfigures. And sometimes it hurts, a lot.
Then you get to build whatever you want and need from the pieces, if you’re paying attention. Your choice.
Reconfiguring is a beautiful thing.
I am ready to let things be new.
Northeast: No.
I spent most of my life trying to avoid saying no and hearing no.
It has only recently started to land for me that NO is a gift. There is treasure in NO. Each red light is treasure. Treasuring myself: saying no to everything that does not support me.
There might not be anything I admire more than glowingly beautiful, healthy loving boundaries, established with a warm smile.
I used to think that all NOs had to be shouted, and I didn’t want to shout. There is a time and a place for shouting NO, and I believe in practicing. And I am also learning that there are many, many situations in which I can say NO with love, sweetness and permission.
This requires practice too.
This NO of northeast is the no of “my love, I need to take some time for myself now…”
It is the no of setting up more peacefulness in my life. It is the no that allows for deep quiet, another form of treasure.
East: Now.
Now is presence.
Now is grace.
Now is the moment of pausing.
Southeast: Naming.
Naming things is part of what makes them new.
Anagrams are like the east wind that blows in newness. Proof that everything reconfigures to something new.
That’s how Operation Kaleidoscope became Operation Cloak Episode! Do you see?
Naming brings ease, play and magic. When it isn’t working, rename it.
This is why I name my missions.
South: Nests.
Nests are safety, nests are shelter, nests are sanctuary.
I once wrote an entire post about nests, called Things I didn’t know that I knew about nests. And then I forgot about it.
Nested is what it feels like to be inside a canopy of peace.
Nests are homes, and everything is a home, there are tiny homes inside of other homes.
Nests are safe rooms, you can conjure them up just by thinking of them, that is the magic of interior design, it is interior: inside of you.
Southwest: Next.
Next!
This is the superpower of knowing that everything is new again.
Onward. This moment is its own thing. Now is not then. I want to be here now. Next!
West: Nimble.
This has to do with my favorite qualities and superpowers: Agility and Adaptability.
This is also why I can’t stop watching clips from American Ninja Warrior, because watching people be nimble is one of the most exciting things in the world for me.
Nimble means it doesn’t matter how much something changes, I can work with it. Oh, we’re over here now? Got it. I am NIMBLE.
This is what I want.
Northwest: Nothing.
For a long time I thought that Nothing was the scary emptiness, the darkest depression, the thing that would take over if I let it.
It turns out that Nothing is the void, and the void is the sweet place where I can rest and breathe when something ends, to wait and see what beautiful new thing is going to emerge, it is where I wait for direction. What is indicated? If I sit with the void, I will find out.
I used to avoid the void, but now the void and I have hot dates. I make time for the void. A warm mug and a blanket, me and the void. I smile at it and breathe-breathe-breathe.
Hello, beautiful space where once there was something. Hello, ashes: this is the moment when I get to watch the phoenix do its cool thing.
And the moments when there is nothing, that nothing means something. It is a sexy, dramatic pause.
The nothing can’t hurt me. The nothing is the pause before the newness.
Now for other N words.
Nearness: close and closer, also: connection.
Nouns and collective nouns. Noticing. Nurturing. Non-violence (NVC!), which is really compassion, which is also the study of Needs.
Noting. Nuance. Necessity. Numinosity. Neverending. Nonsensical. Nooks, they’re even better than crannies.
Nectarine. That one is for Nick.
Nestled. Neatly. Neck. Norway. Nova Scotia. Nailed it. Nonetheless.
I have to thank Lira (I think), who nudged me over to this noteworthy gathering of N words: Nainsook! Narthex! Nasicornous! That whole page is treasure.
Everything is new.
Everything is new again. Again and again and again.
Right now. Look, it just happened again!
May it be so! And come play with me.
Thank you, letter N.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with N, 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 N, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
Wish #258: Closing doors in order to open other, better ones.
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
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What do I want?
There are a lot of post-it notes in my life right now. Not literally, though also.
A lot of things that are reminders and placeholders, so many that I don’t feel like looking at any of them.
These are all doors. I want to either close them or pass through them, so that I can move forward to new and better adventures.
What do I know about this wish so far?
This has to do with clarity, getting clear, being willing to see what is. Eliminating as part of illuminating. Also, trusting that seeing can’t hurt me.
Trusting that seeing can’t hurt me.
Anything else?
This wish is related to ordering all the ops. Looking at my projects, and allowing all the parts and pieces to reconfigure into a new order.
And this wish has to do with letting things go, and saying thank you. Thank you for having been. Thank you for leaving. Thank you in advance, new things coming in. Thank you for this moment of goodbye.
What else do I know about this?
A year ago I was saying lots and lots of goodbyes.
Right now I am saying one goodbye, but it is a goodbye not just to a person/relationship, it is a goodbye to a whole way of being. It is a goodbye to agreeing not to see things that are uncomfortable.
Where do I want to start?
I was at the Playground this morning, getting things ready for Rally (Rally!) this week, and found these awesome colorful thin foam sheets in the arts & crafts section.
There is enough room on each for one big post-it and one small one.
I took six of these and turned them into Mission Cards.
Each mission has to do with closing a door, and opening up new possibilities.
Each card has a big post-it with the name of the Mission or Op. And a small post-it with a list of Cornish Witching Undergarments aka tiny first steps. And then on top of that is a second small one with one tiny step, the only thing I have to do for now.
I am going to use these six missions as my practice this week.
Here they are:
- Operation K Has A Crown.
- Operation Flippity-Wah!
- Mission of the One Wish.
- Operation Solve for N.
- Operation Jazz Hands!
- Mission: Emptying To Let In The Light.
Here’s how I’m playing.
Through setting clear intentions. And doing this with Playfulness.
Like how when little kids set up the world they’re playing in. “Let’s say the kingdom ends here! Let’s say people can fly! But only over the part where the ground is lava!”
Let’s say….
- Each mission is a door and a passage.
- Each door I close activates a new opening that brings good into my life.
- These missions are fractal flowers: working on each piece helps all the other pieces, and also has a positive impact on all the other projects and missions not represented here.
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These missions can be fun. I can smile. Everything in my life supports this.
What else do I need? What will help?
Playmates, of course.
I can play with this on the Floop in the Deguiltified Chicken Board. I can text Agent Em Dee and ask her to partner with me. I can use the Frolicsome Bar (our FB page) to play. I’m really noticing how much I want company with this today.
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.
Closing doors: definitely a form of release and letting go, as is writing about this as the rain pounds the roof.
Letting the light in through new openings is going to help reveal the jewels. Closing and opening is part of this process of things transforming.
And, I hope, working with these six missions will shed some light on the bigger mission: learning how to treasure myself, being more of a resonant bell, taking exquisite care of myself, being a source of peacefulness in the world.
What do I want to happen next?
Light the candles. Dance the songs. Share things. Undo old stories. Remember that no one caused me pain in this breakup: someone decided I would be a good way to cause pain for himself. I can make this about me when it’s not about me, and generate more pain. Or I can breathe peacefulness into the world. Option B is better.
Talking to Incoming Me about this…
Me: I am feeling pretty overwhelmed. So many mysterious projects, ops and missions, so many steps!
Slightly wiser me: You are a genius, my love. You are the Bun Vet Assassin (anagram for business savant)! You are so much fun. None of these things is against you. Each of these things is for you. You can’t screw this up, because Nothing Is Wrong and All Timing Is Right Timing. Remember, everything is an illusion, even the projects. They are just filters to show you what your stuff is. So you can do this with play, curiosity and delight. Or you can do this with dread. Jump in and out. Learn. It is all okay.
Me: How do I remember this?
Slightly wiser me: Take conducting breaks. Ten minutes on the floor, eyes closed, breathing. Feel the floor. Smile. This is the most important thing you could be doing write now: feeling the floor and letting breath move through you. Nothing else is as meaningful as that. Stop pretending it’s the other things that are more important. One day this will become natural, in the meantime we are practicing. I love you.
Let’s use last week’s compass of treasure:
Peacefulness. Safety. Ease. Shelter. Freedom. Release. Glow. Wild.
Anything else? Starting points?
Keep connecting to Incoming me. Skip stones as often as possible. Writing and Righting. The sweetest ship. Dance. Fiery red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote. Thank you in advance.
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. Ohmygod I think I might know where it is!
- I am fearless and confident. I do the brave things and it is not even a big deal, and I still get sparklepoints, yay.
- This week’s ops: Solve For N, K has a crown, This Is The Ship, Queue it Up.
Clues?
“You always feel it but you don’t have to fear it.”
A line from Sherlock, about pain.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka A New Remembering…
I am feeling much better this week. The new passcode to the phone is in my head. I edited all 184 pages of the Book of Xs and Ys, it’s ready to go out! Operation Koi Fish was a success, as was the Cornish Witchery Upholsteries of San Miguel IV.
Also, I remembered something Briana said once, some book she had read, I can’t remember, someone had said that everyone you meet reveals himself to you in the very first encounter.
For example, you go on a date with someone and he says, “I really love my mother.” And then later you find out that no, he really, really loves his mother, and will side with her on everything always. Your new boss says, “Punctuality means a lot to me”, and later you realize it means more to her than anything else.
The first night I met the Spy, I went to put his number in my phone, and as I was keying in the passcode, he said, “I won’t look”. I thought, that’s an odd and unnecessary thing to say. There it was.
None of that matters now. What matters now is that I made the right wish last week: a new remembering. It is working in ways I hadn’t expected, and this is good. It’s all part of my bigger wish to take better care of myself, to delight in caring for myself.
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 #307: “We are all a little bad at seeing clearly when we have the loves.”
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday, and for being here right now}
What worked this week?
Treating all obstacles like they are “Yay, fun detour!” signs.
What if an obstacle, or a perceived obstacle, since that’s what they usually are, is actually a handy note saying, “Go this other way, please!”
This is related to the superpower of “No Big Deal, That Was Not My Bus Anyway, Which Is Clear Since I’m Not On It.”
It is the superpower of not-groaning. Looking for the redirect.
This is 100% the advanced practice, it requires first having really assimilated the practice of Meeting All Pain With Legitimacy.
Next time I might…
Light more candles.
This is both metaphorical and not.
In real life, I save candles for special occasions when in fact lighting them brings me so much joy that this is stupid.
I am also thinking about this in the sense of: allowing for more light.
I wrote in the latest YEARbook that I am afraid of the healing that comes from seeing.
This week has shown me many patterns of my own that involve not wanting to see something that was clearly happening, choosing not to see it. There is a healing that comes from seeing. I am going to light more candles, as a way of reminding myself that more light will help me stop avoiding the corners.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Travel takes so much out of me, for so long. Still recovering. A breath for process.
- I could not have been more wrong about someone I loved and trusted completely. A breath for losing my sense of the ground, and for moving through shock.
- Rattled and reeling. A breath for comfort.
- Not-knowing. Various things up in the air. Waiting for intel. It’s probably good for me and I’m not liking it. A breath and a candle.
- Really seeing how much I have not been letting myself see. A breath for blinking and watching things reconfigure.
- The dance communities I like best and the dances I like best are not the same. A breath for being wildly passionate about something and waiting for the right people to play with.
- Heart aches. And I still cannot believe all the signs I ignored. “We are all a little bad at seeing clearly when we have the loves.” This is what Nomi said, and she is right. A breath for passage, and for forgiveness, and for crossing over and through.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- The beautiful softening I received from that sentence: “We are all a little bad at seeing clearly when we have the loves.” A breath for clarity, friends, comfort, resolution and the incredibly liberating moment when you realize you no longer need to take part in something. Next time I have the loves, it will be a different kind.
- The miracle of this body. I have toes that can wiggle, lungs that breathe for me, legs that take me where I need to go. A breath for deep appreciation, and being able to dance my way through all kinds of moments.
- Dance is healing, for me. Also crazy fun! And a worthy distraction, the good kind of distraction, where you are so deeply focused on something pleasurable that the process of releasing pain happens in the background and suddenly you have new perspective. A breath for how important that is, and joy at having discovered dance. Thank you, person who is out of my life, for being the stone in the river and helping me reunite with dance.
- Two beautiful intense days of studying waltz-tango fusion with Richard Powers, someone I intensely admire. I got to lead! I love leading! Going to Secret Society for the Libertine Belles show, dancing swing and lindy with Casey and Henry. My wonderful uncle Svevo and my cousin Noah coming by to play. A fantastic west coast swing class with Chris, where, in addition to learning cool stuff, for the first time ever, he didn’t have a hundred corrections for me. Progress! A breath for learning and true companionship, two of my favorite things.
- Danielle and I had a Fake Beach Day together (oh man, I miss real Beach Day so much) on a Monday, just like we used to, and we had our toenails painted and I chose this wild electric fluorescent orange, which was so unlike me, and so wonderful. I got to learn about twenty different ridiculous internal rules I have that I had no idea existed (“that’s a color for fun people, not for you”) and release them. It was a seemingly small thing that turned out to be a big thing because all week I have felt wild, sexy, adventurous and unpredictable, all of which were super fun and useful things to experience. A breath for how play changes things, and for expanding comfort zones so that things that previously didn’t feel safe suddenly are.
- The best Wednesday night dance ever. Turns out the me who is okay with fluorescent orange nails is also okay with asking everyone to dance and not sitting out at all. It also turns out that Wildly Confident me is a better dancer. Or maybe that’s just the tango-waltz fusion kicking in. Either way, I had a wonderful night of dancing. Usually at that dance I have one or two good dances, a handful of okay ones and a bunch where I didn’t dance as well as I’d like. Wednesday I had pretty much all good dances. This is new and exciting, and I am giving credit to the nail color. Well, you know what I mean. To the passage I went through by letting myself try on a new aspect of myself. A breath for unexpected delight.
- I am okay, and I am going to be okay, and I trust that every aspect of these hard learning is useful. A breath for glowing my way through this.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. Strawberries in the garden. Someone I love to dance with is in town. The Blakely Chronicles continue. Friends are amazing. Every single person I shared with was even more appalled and horrified than I was about [incident], and had so much love and warmth for me. I know what I want next, and I am ready to celebrate. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
I finished Operation Xs and Ys! 184 pages, and I’m editing like crazy. Also done: Mission San Miguel Take IV. I made a decision about Cape Egrets. I made changes in my bedroom. I closed lots of doors. Surprisingly productive for a week of jetlag and heartbreak, take that! Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of finding the good and saying thank you.
Superpowers I want.
The power of not caring what other people think about me, and letting them be as wrong about me as they want or need to be. This is also the superpower of gloriously strong boundaries.
Salve. The Salve of Triumphant Closure.
Ohmigosh I can’t even. Triumphant Closure: the concept amazes me. This is not mine, someone on the Floop (my hidden online community) came up with it, and just knowing that this could exist is a salve, in addition to the salve itself.
The salve of Triumphant Closure is both soothing and invigorating. It is related to last week’s salve of Delighting in Letting Go, which allows endings be peaceful and even joyful. This is like a stronger, more immediate version of that. It is a HELL YES THIS IS DONE.
It is the feeling of knocking out a task that has been bugging you. It is the feeling of writing the final paragraph and thinking, oh yeah this is good. It is finishing. It is waving delightedly as your ship moves away from shore, knowing that this is the perfect way and time to leave on your next adventure.
When you rub this salve into your skin, you start to grin. Everything that needs to leave is exiting. Everything that needs to come in now has room. Let’s do this.
It is a salve that reminds you of your own power. It wakes things up that need awakening. A breeze carrying passion. A secret smile, and maybe you don’t know why yet, and it doesn’t even matter…
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 Kerning Catastrophe, and they are a Scottish band that plays ragtime, but with bagpipes and actually it turns out that the whole band is somehow just one guy.
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.
Wish #257: A new remembering
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
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What do I want?
I wanted to write about something entirely different this week, and instead I need to write about a new remembering.
This morning I changed the passcode on my phone, after discovering, astonishment and dismay, that the Spy Who Loved Me was ACTUALLY SPYING ON ME.
So much for metaphor. He observed me using the code to my phone and took advantage of my absence to break into my phone, read my texts and construct some wildly inaccurate theories based on misunderstandings of what he read (or misread) there.
Wow. I am completely in shock. I am aware that I missed a number of warning bells about jealous, controlling behavior, but I had absolutely no idea things had gone this far.
I don’t really understand how someone who was my lover, someone I trusted wholeheartedly, someone I think of as being deeply committed to spiritual practice would even consider breaking into my phone to confirm pre-existing (and false) suspicions rather than asking loving curious questions, never mind actually doing this.
I will process this elsewhere, on the Floop and in the YEARbooks. For now I need a new remembering.
What does this mean?
So many things.
At the most basic level, I would like a new remembering in the sense that I remember the new passcode. Because right now, each time my fingers enter the old one and I get the “wrong code, try again” message, I burst into tears all over again.
I would like the new code to feel like FREEDOM and SAFETY instead of oh god this person had a key to my house.
I would like moments of forgetting and putting in the old code to be okay: We are safe, we are treasured, we are loved, nothing is wrong.
I would like to remember that change is good, and sometimes things (and people) fall away because they need to fall away. What is emptied from my life needed to go. This is what I learned from the year of All The Burns Burning, and this is what I learned from the summer of Smiling At The Broken Pots.
Let things go. Let them go. And if they’re leaving, say thank you.
What else do I know about this?
In last week’s wish I wrote about how I want to be the one who can treasure myself.
I still want this.
Part of treasuring myself is having a new remembering.
I do not wish to erase the memories of sweetness and love. I also want to remember that I don’t have to put up with having controlling behavior in my life, in any form. Controlling has no part of love. I don’t have spend time with people who don’t take responsibility for their stuff when they are in their stuff. And I definitely don’t need anyone in my life who invents stories about me.
Anyone who knows me knows how intensely I value clear, beautiful, communication, undoing misunderstandings as they happen instead of letting them build into Story. What happened here is basically the opposite of that, and I am reeling. Next time I sense alarm bells, I won’t wait months to see how it plays out, I will investigate immediately.
This is my new remembering.
Hello, goodbye.
Hello, new remembering. Hello, new code and codes.
Hello, new people coming into my life that I haven’t met yet, people who will treat me with trust, respect, adoration and treasuring, and who will be committed to beautiful deep presence and clear communication.
Thank you, everything that brought me here. Goodbye, everything that won’t get me through this next crossing. Goodbye, everything that is done.
Release.
Goodbye, patterns. Goodbye, all aspects of these patterns. Goodbye, pattern of wanting to be seen and not being seen. Goodbye, pattern of letting things slide.
Goodbye, pattern of being falsely accused, followed by such genuine sweetness, love and grace that I allowed everything else to keep happening because the sweetness was so sweet and my craving for it so intense.
No more.
I am committed to treasuring myself, to learning how to do this, to allowing this pattern (and any need I may have for it) release, dissolve and exit, for my own benefit and the benefit of everyone I know.
Goodbye, pattern. Goodbye, need for this pattern.
Transform.
We are going to need some secret agent code!
From now on, the error message when I enter the wrong code (Wrong Code! Try Again!) means something else. Like:
“That person turned out to be the wrong lover for you, now you get to try again!”
Or, “What a delight, I can start over.” Or, “I am a Secret Agent who gets to play with code, and this is fun, what’s my new one?”
Jewels.
How perfect that this month in the Fluent Self calendar of salves is the month of Releasing.
And even better, the salve of All Past Pain Is Transformed Into Jewels.
Let this experience reveal its jewels. Maybe part of the jewels is the new remembering. And maybe part is learning to treasure myself so completely that the old patterns don’t work anymore.
My friend A told me about how he decided to LOVE MORE, TRUST MORE after a betrayal of trust. That’s my plan too. Listen more. Listen a lot. Listen more, love more, trust more. Piece by piece.
What do I want to happen?
Swift healing. New codes. Empty the museum. Throw away things that remind me of the relationship and this old way. Ease. Sweetness in new forms. Sit with the void. Newness.
Yoga. Breathe with it and through it and breathe some more. To feel appreciative for all that is good: I have toes and I can wiggle them. I have lungs and they breathe for me. Wonder and delight in aliveness.
I got to experience a beautiful love story that had layers of toxicity woven through it and I am alive and this is part of aliveness, and none of this can hurt me and I am done and cutting all the red ribbons.
Talking to Incoming Me about this…
Me: Hurts so much.
Slightly wiser me: What do you want to feed and nurture?
Me: Peacefulness.
Slightly wiser me: Good. Then let’s notice when we are telling the story of this person who we thought was X turning out to be Y. Let’s breathe peacefulness instead.
Let’s make a compass:
Peacefulness. Safety. Ease. Shelter. Freedom. Release. Glow. Wild.
And I will continue to add the secret word TREASURE to each point.
Anything else? Starting points?
Keep connecting to Incoming me. Skip stones as often as possible. Writing and Righting. The sweetest ship. Dance. Fiery red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote. Thank you in advance.
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. Ohmygod I think I might know where it is!
- I am fearless and confident. I do the brave things and it is not even a big deal, and I still get sparklepoints, yay.
- This week’s ops: Operation Koi Fish, The Cornish Witchery Upholstery of San Miguel IV, This Is The Ship.
Clues?
“Having a great night of sex like you do in New Mexico…”
Sadly this is not me, but it is a great sentence, from the New York Times of all places, and I love the feeling of it.
This sentence is related to that joyous feeling of LIFE AND ALIVENESS, which is basically the opposite of the tight hurting feelings I am working through right now. So even though, despite all the Spy’s suspicions, I have not even been on a date since we split up, I can still imagine the feeling of romantic possibilities, the feeling of [ah, spring], delighting in the pleasures of enjoying life. I can remember that feeling when I need it, and it can live inside of me and be a part of my new remembering too.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka Unconditional Treasuring…
It is just fascinating to me how each wish kind of leads to the next one.
I wanted to take better care of myself, to delight in caring for myself, and that is exactly what I’m doing right now. The treasuring has led to a new remembering, or a beginning.
I also completed Operation Crown Bridge III as well as The Book of Xs and Ys — one more round of edits to go!
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 #306: not a cowboy
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday, and for being here right now}
What worked this week?
Sharing, oddly enough.
I used facebook, a forum I do not generally like for anything other than keeping up with dance events.
And I was able to share some of what I was going through, and to ask for help and support in ways that worked for me.
Next time I might…
Consult past experience.
There were a lot of moments this week of “I’ve made a huge mistake”, Arrested Development style.
I already had the intel that made it clear what I needed to do in order to avoid that, I just wasn’t doing it.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Travel. It is so hard on me. A breath for being a highly sensitive person, who needs what feels like outrageous amounts of recovery time.
- The worst jetlag since my disastrous last trip to Berlin several years ago. I was sleeping okay but could not focus to save my life. It was 48 hours of crawling through fog. Chunks of time went missing: I wasn’t daydreaming, I just wasn’t there. Scary and frustrating. A breath for moving through.
- I had been counting on dropping in and out of workshops at the dance convention as a way of easing my way into Operation Detwah, my difficult adventures in Michigan. But what actually happened thanks to jetlag was that I stayed in bed and cried. I hardly did any dancing at all. A breath for comfort.
- I said this last week and it’s still true: I deeply, deeply, deeply need two weeks off. Or in. Or something. And I have no idea when/how this could happen. A breath for needing an opening, and for being able to see the door.
- Operation Detwah took top priority this week, which meant that zero progress was made on the rest of the ops. Frustration. A breath for trusting the process, and the flowers.
- Wishing I could wave a magic wand and help my mother get better. A breath for loving people who are in enormous pain.
- Missing my home and yoga and routine and projects. A breath for passage.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- It’s been a month, and the Unbearable Missing is over. A breath for clean, clear forward movement.
- While the 48 hours of zombie jetlag were pretty hellish, the moment when it cleared was beautiful. A breath for relief.
- The Mystery of Aisle 32. This marvelous and unexpected adventure involved invisibility, resonant energy transfer (it’s a thing!), the elusive Mr. Blakely if he does in fact exist, his nefarious scheme — or is it actually not nefarious at all?, a cowboy who is not a cowboy, wildly extravagant hats, henchmen in equally extravagant hats, brunch at the Fleetwood, a giant epiphany about panache, and at least one spectacular musical number with jazz hands! A breath for the truly miraculous healing thing that is PLAY.
- Sleeping through all the dancing actually meant that I had the great fortune of attending a Robert Royston dance workshop at ridiculous-o’clock in the morning, a completely extraordinary jaw-dropping hour of intense learning which completely changed how I think about dance. A breath for good fortune and right timing.
- Companionship, in a wide variety of forms. A breath for being held.
- Setting clean clear expectations. A breath for wearing the crown.
- Bonus miracle! A breath for the unexpectedly wonderful.
- Appreciation and thankfulness. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. Delicious food with my brother. Marisa, Richard, Luke and Casey cheering me up (and cheering me on) from afar. We can do this. I made it. Dance this weekend. American Ninja Warrior clips are the best. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
Operation Detwah took over everything this week, though I did get 4 hours done on Operation Xs and Ys on the plane. Wham Boom.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
I had the superpower of my feet know where to go even when I don’t.
Superpowers I want.
The power of Graceful Easy Transitions, and the power of Delighting in Releasing, Releasing Into Delight.
Salve. The Salve of Delighting In Releasing.
I have had lots and lots of experiences in which letting go was almost unbearably painful, until the moment I could finally do it, and sometimes even after.
And I’ve had experiences where the letting go was relief: Don’t let the door hit you too hard on the way out! The goodbyes of Good Riddance.
This is not like that. This letting go is sweet, effortlessly sweet. It is delicious. It fills you with delight. Goodbye, and thank you. Goodbye, and I am glad I can let this go. Goodbye, and it is the right time. Goodbye, with love. Goodbye, and may peacefulness prevail.
When you rub this salve into your skin, this flavor of releasing eases into your body and your entire world. It becomes a real option instead of a theoretical concept. Things that are done begin to sweetly exit, without drama, without friction.
It is a salve of ease, of pleasure, of possibility and trust. It is both calming and revitalizing, something vetiver-like. It makes the skin glow quietly. It is a healing for you and for everyone who encounters you.
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 Darcy and it’s called Pneumatic Underground Hamster Tunnel To Portland, and they are a cello group who is actually just one guy.
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.