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.
The J Lead.
I am Jelly Bean Jones.
Or at least, that was my secret agent name two weeks ago.
I was at Rally (Rally!), and it was Rally J, and I was a jelly bean. A JOYFUL JELLY BEAN. Named Jelly Bean. Jelly Bean Jones.
Actually my primary association with that candy is that they were the favorite of the late Ronald Reagan, which is more distressing and less joyful. Though I also realize now that jelly beans are joyful: they are like an explosion of color.
J is for joy and things that are joyful. Joyful and jubilant.
J is for Jaw-dropping. Jaw-droppingly joyful and jubilant!
J is JUMP. Jumping and bouncing. I am jumping with joy. Or for joy? Joyfully jumping. Or, possibly, I am jumping because I feel frustrated, and jumping will make me feel better. Either way, jump jump jump jump. Jump!
J is for jib, a type of sail. Relevant if you are on a pirate ship, which I am.
Speaking of pirates, J is the Jolly Roger. Or in our case, the Jolly Selma, our pirate duck flag.
J is jewels. All the jewels. I am, after all, on a diamond caper. Bond Girl knows where all the jewels are. And J is the radiant jewel of my heart.
J is jingling, like bells, because I am a bell. Sorry to have just put that song in your head. We will switch it out for another one in a minute.
J is justice, which always makes me think of Wheels of Justice.
J is journeying and journaling, two things that go well together, and one of which is often metaphorical.
J is judicious. Making decisions. Or, as Bryan says, honoring the decisions that my body has already made for me.
J is judgment, both in the sense of releasing and in the sense of discernment.
J is JUBILAAAAAAAAAAAAATION SHE LOVES ME AGAIN I fall on the floor and I’m laughing….
J is jazzed. I’m feeling jazzed! I never say that, and yet it is the most fun thing to say.
J is JAZZ HANDS. I do a lot of these, it is true.
J is juice. I am jonesing for juice.
J is juxtaposition. See above.
J is juggling and J is jiggling, things that can be both harder and easier than they look.
J is the J-lead, in the language of dance it is how you show someone that you want them to turn…
Never Dot The J, says one of my dance teachers, and for some reason that is the funniest sentence in the world.
J is just-right. Just-right. Just-right. Just-right.
J is joie de vivre, which helps me remember that yes, this moment too is just-right, just-right.
And here we are.
May it be so! And come play with me.
Thank you, letter J.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with J, 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 J, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
Wish #244: Dropping my Gs
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
At the very least, useful noticings about my relationship with wanting. It all counts.
♡
What do I want?
Dropping G is code for letting go of two things that start with G.
Letting go of? Not consuming them, not having them.
Or maybe they are like plants that I do not water.
Or maybe they are like songs Pandora offers me that I choose to thumb down or skip, so that the genome (a G that I like) can say, “Oh, okay, Havi is choosing away from G and towards what she wants. Not-G. Got it.”
What do I want?
I am noticing how much I need to do this in code, even though lots of people drop the first kind of G all the time and it isn’t a big deal, at least not in Portland.
The conventional words for “giving up G” get on my nerves.
I want my own thing, something new, no associations. And I don’t want to be lumped in with the world of people who don’t G. Wow, that has some big stuff in it, I will explore that. For now, I am just going to reassure the fear:
This is a conscious experiment, not a Lifestyle Choice. I’m not in their gang.
Okay, noticing again how important it is to me to not be in their gang. This is the thread to follow in this investigation for sure. This should be interesting.
What do I want?
I am noticing how wonderfully appealing the double-meaning is for me. I am dropping G, sure, but I am also dropping that other G.
Plus it kind of sounds like I’m this wild girl, doing a drug you haven’t heard of yet. Dropping G.
Or that I drop my Gs. I can pretend I am a country singer.
It is very a playful code phrase. I like it.
What do I want?
Well, in terms of the first G:
I go back and forth between thinking this is going to be super easy and just ridiculously hard. So I guess I have to find out.
What I would like to do is just notice:
Where is G hiding in places I don’t expect it? Am I craving G, and what do I do when this happens? What are my new comforts, now that I’m dropping G? What happens or changes inside my kingdom without this G.
Hahaha, I just realized that all these questions will completely work for the second kind of G as well, even though the first G exists on the physical plane and the second G on the emotional one.
What do I want?
I want to this to be easier than I expect it is going to be.
Is that what I want?
Hmm. Or maybe what I want is to have the strength and curiosity to interact with however it is, easy or not.
I want to take lots of notes. I want to learn.
I want to be able to say, wow that was an incredibly useful experiment. Regardless of whether I choose to maintain it, or how long I play with it, or what the results are.
What do I want?
So funny that this is the month of Strength — and seeing the strengths I already have.
What if I am strong enough to drop G?
What if I already know how to drop G?
What if I have been training for this my entire life?
In terms of the first G, I have already dropped S and C and M and another C, and all of those things made my life infinitely better and are not hard on me at all. So who knows. Maybe G can be relatively easy.
In terms of the second G, I have already been working on a life without W. Monsters wish to add that this totally isn’t working and I am W-ing all the time. Except what’s also true is that I am so much more cognizant of my W, and my relationship with W is different than it was before. So the experiment is still effective.
I want to see the strengths I already have.
There is nothing intimidating about dropping G. This is an experiment I can handle.
What do I want?
Awareness:
I would like to really be able to notice the small and large fluctuations and changes in every aspect of my life, as I experiment with dropping G.
I would like to detach from a specific end goal. Instead of trying to use dropping G to achieve X, I would like to observe what happens when I drop G. Does it help with X? Does it do other things? How do I feel?
What do I want?
Companionship, my big theme of the year.
Amazingly, Agents Mueller, White and Em Dee are all onboard with this experiment. Not that I thought they would give me too much shit about it, just that I thought they might be doubtful. They’re so supportive! What a lovely feeling.
So I can talk to them.
Agent Groove already drops the first kind of G, so maybe we can go on a spy date to Tula or something, and I can ask her questions.
And of course, I can process this like crazy at the Floop.
Anything else coming up? Where do I want to start?
I want to start with writing and skipping stones. Going inward.
Slightly future me says: Dropping G (the second kind) will help you not take on the sadness of the world. It will help with PTSD. And dropping the first kind will change how you communicate with your body. This is a fantastic investigation to be investigating, no matter what comes out of it.
What are the qualities of my wish?
Sustenance. Trust. Presence. Harmony. Grounding. Wellness (Wells!). Glowing. Emerging.
Clues?
In Rainier: a place called Bell Studios, right by the tavern we stopped in.
A studio for being a bell! Dropping G is basically a studio for being a bell! This is both the best proxy ever, and it is also what I want. I want to drop G so that I can be better at reverberating, so that I can be my best bell.
Clue from the graveyard: roses on the gravestone. Not like, flowers ON it. Roses that were engraved into it. A different way of putting flowers on something.
And last week’s clue that what I thought was an impasse is actually a riddle: still working for me.
What else do I want?
Seeds planted without explanation, a mix of secret agent code and silent retreat dreams. Things I’m working on, or might be, someday…
- Everything is easier than I thought, and look, miracles everywhere.
- I go out dancing at the 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.
- 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: more progress on Saying Everything Twice (Saying Everything Twice!), and writing about whatever I want.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka it has to do with entering and strength…
This is hilarious, because I did enter and I did learn about strength. And now I know about Dropping G, which is the continuation of the mission. It is the next indicated step. Everything I set up for this worked.
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. #9825;
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 #293: wonderfully stormy
It is Friday and we are here.
{a breath for Friday}
Today is my birthday!
I’ve never had a birthday coincide with a Chicken before, so this is fun. Coincides With Chicken, it could be a band. Not this week though, we already have one.
So. Happy birthday to me. I’m in my prime! Sorry, there will be prime number jokes all year.
And also: happy birthday to my business: nine years since it came into my consciousness, eight since The Fluent Self and I made it official at city hall in San Francisco.
What worked this week?
Hiding my phone.
Well, not so much hiding it as placing it in the conducting vault to wait for me until morning.
Next time I might…
Trust that the answer is around the corner.
I spent most of this week enormously stressed out about an Impossible-To-Solve Problem, and agonizing over the pain of not being able to resolve it.
Then I went to Seaside, and the ocean cleared everything up, as it does. And suddenly there was completely unexpected intel that meant the Impossible-To-Solve Problem was not in fact a problem.
So. Yeah. I want to remember this the next time I am turning things into Problems.
Also my big clue this week was that what I think is an impasse is actually a riddle, and that is something I would like to remember as well.
Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- A cold and stomach flu at the same time? Are you kidding me? A breath for how not fun this was, and for patience and presence.
- But wait, you say, stomach flu and a cold on your birthday, Havi Bell? That sucks! Yes, I know. A breath for timing.
- But wait Havi, you say again, did you not just spend the past month incapacitated due to that hellish virus followed immediately by the ankle sprain that would not heal, and now you get a cold and a stomach flu? Yup, that’s what happened A breath for the intense frustration of that.
- Way more work to be done than I have time/energy/capacity to do it in. A breath for wanting a new way.
- Due to all of the above items, my body did not get to do the fun things or the dancing things this week. A breath for missing and craving.
- Trying to feel at home in my body. I know this is just….the work of life, especially in our distortion-filled culture. This week I was in my stuff about this. A breath for releasing things that are not mine.
- I had a nightmare of a certain type/flavor that I have not had in a very, very long time, and thought I might be done with. Nope, not done. A breath for the distress of Middle-of-the-Night-Me.
- Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.
Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- You know what? Illness aside (or even included), this has been a lovely birthday. It has also been the first actually lovely birthday in at least eighteen years. So I’m going to say we have officially ended my run of Terrible Depressing Birthdays. That’s pretty big. A breath for delight, and for seeing the good.
- Last weekend was Rose City Swing, and while I wasn’t really able to dance, I was able to walk through three dance workshops where I learned all kinds of fascinating things. A breath for learning and enjoying.
- The Floop, my private community for practice, has set sail. Year 6 in this grand experiment. I feel delighted and peaceful about this group and this year. A breath for play and for process, and the magic that emerges.
- The Spy and I went to Seaside, where all the best things happened. I talked to the ocean. I got quiet. A breath for the beautiful thing that is getting quiet.
- Seaside was wonderfully stormy: I stayed inside while the waves crashed and the winds rattled the inn, listening to the rain. I took long baths and sweet naps, and wrote to my heart’s content. A breath for the just-right thing.
- A perfect simple solution revealed itself quickly and easily. What do you know. A breath for trust.
- I asked Incoming Me, who already knows all about the year of 37, to give me 37 clues or pieces of advice. Mind: blown! A breath for useful intel.
- I feel so fortunate to have so many wise, kind, loving, playful, creative, curious, sweet appreciation-filled people in my life. Thank you for friends, colleagues, the lovely people who hang out here. A breath for being filled with appreciation.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.
My op this week was progress with a certain Big Idea that doesn’t have a name yet. Yes! WHAM BOOM.
Next week? More decorating for Operation Say Everything Twice. Continued stone skipping to learn about Operation Houston It Is The Vicar.
Superpowers!
Powers I had this week…
The power of asking the right questions, in the right…I want to say tone, but since I don’t speak, it isn’t really that. With the right emphasis? In the right manner? I asked questions in such a way as to elicit great answers, from myself and from others.
Superpowers I want.
The power of perfect simple solutions everywhere, to the point that it is just hilarious how plentiful, perfect and simple they are.
Salve. The Salve of Appreciation.
When you partake of this salve, you see all the small things. What is right, and not what is missing. You notice the way someone set out a spoon for you, with a little spark in your thank-you heart. And you feel appreciated: as if you secretly know that each spoon you set out is also noticed and thanked. This salve smells like springtime and it just melts into your life.
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 week’s band is angry German metal. The band comes from Richard, it is called Scheissmoodle, and actually it is just one guy.
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. #9825;
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.
The I’s have it.
A toast!
Here are the things I toast to.
To Integration, the best I word ever. Get it? Haha, yes. To integrating all the aspects of me. My self and my selves.
To the Is. My self and my selves. The Is and the Eyes.
To intel and the receiving of intel, because we are also spies.
To Isis. Isis oh Isis you mystical child.
Interesting…..
A toast to interest — double-meaning? triple-meaning? — and to keeping it interesting.
A toast to being an International Woman of Mystery, as my job.
To Investigations!
To Internal Investigations, the best kind, the practice of self-fluency.
And internal affairs, but in the sense of having an affair with myself….mmmmm….secret rendezvous commencing in five.
And to iguanas, may they be speedily dispatched and/or transformed.
Intensity…..
A toast to intensity, to passion, to a shared Moment of wild wondering.
A toast to isosceles, an impossibly sexy word, thanks to Italo Calvion ….
A toast to things that are impossibly sexy, and just plain impossible.
A toast to imagining.
A toast to Intuition.
Interiors…
A toast to interiors. And to Interior Design, in the sense of changing your internal space.
To Immunity. And a healthy immune system.
To being undercover, also known as…Incognito!
To Inigo Montoya, who knows exactly what he wants. To knowing exactly what I want.
To Innocence, in the sense of newness: pure and full of curiosity.
To Incandescence, and things that shine in remarkable ways.
To Intrigue, and to being intriguing.
Issuing…
A toast to proclamations being issued, and things being issued forth: born, delivered.
To Insight, may it reveal what needs to be revealed, or what is already known but not acknowledged.
To feeling Industrious, those magical periods of doing.
To Inspiration: spark-spark.
To Illumination: may everything be illuminated.
To all things inward and turning inward. The process of Into, which is the process of Becoming.
To Iris, a flower and an Eye which is an I.
To Illustrating, showing and drawing, making real.
To Inventing and inventions, creative play.
To Illusion (sometimes play, sometimes maya), and the ability at certain moments to see through it.
Irreverence…
A toast to Irreverence, to playfulness and fun, to undoing facades.
To Instinct, may I always trust and listen. Na’aseh v’nishma.
To Impulses, bursts of knowing and sensation.
To being impulsive.
To Improvising.
To the Internalship, the writing I am doing about self-fluency.
To Integrity.
To Information, to everything we don’t know yet.
Information is also, as Agent Anna pointed out at Rally, In Formation, like the Rockettes. Or birds. Or things that are not yet formed and are in the process of being formed. Being formed. It is a superpower.
To everything that is being formed.
The I’s Have it.
The Is and the Eyes and the Ayes.
A toast! To the Letter I. May it be so. And: come play.
Thank you, letter I. It was so much fun to play with you at Rally (Rally!) during the week of Rally I, which was also the 35th Rally, I believe.
There are so many delicious I-words, each one a world unto itself. Endless superpowers, I can feel them.
If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with I, 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 I, for myself, and for anyone who wants…
Wish #243: It has to do with entering and strength….
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
At the very least, useful noticings about my relationship with wanting. It all counts.
♡
What do I want?
It has to do with entering, and all the forms of entering that are currently going on for me.
And it has to do with strength.
Strength: also in a variety pack. Lots of kinds of strength.
What do I want?
Looking at all the things I am in the process of entering this week…
Entering my birthday.
Entering the year of being 37, and everything that brings.
Entering a brief chrysalis (running away to write) at the ocean. Oh, beautiful Pacific. Oh, Oregon coast.
Entering the new Floop, my private online space for practicing the stuff I write about here on the blog, which set sail over the weekend. Year 6 of this ever-changing wild experiment: always an adventure, always new and different.
Entering new configurations with the Spy Who Loves Me. Entering an exit? Exiting an old thing into a new thing? Or is it just exiting? None of this is clear yet, the only thing I know is that this is new territory, whatever it turns out to be, and I am entering it.
Entering the anniversary of my divorce, always more of a thing than I think it will be…
Entering a new relationship with dance, now that — tfu tfu tfu, spit three times, knock on wood — I am reasonably healthy again, after a month of not being able to be in movement. Entering a life that is full of movement. Devoted to. Devotion.
Entering March, the month I am sliding into on one foot. Literally, thanks to sprained ankle. And also the feeling of sliding: like the way Chris taught a variation in west coast swing. Pressure — not a lot but it’s there — in big toe and the very top of the ball of the foot. That’s it.
You place it just so, without letting any of the rest of your foot touch the floor, with the pitch of your body slightly forward, and then you remove the other foot from the ground and lift off and sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide. Hello, march. No marching for me. Just sliding. Which has to do with strength…
What do I want?
I want to be thinking about how I am entering, how I want to be entering.
To come in with intention, presence, pause, breath, a compass.
I am, conveniently, facing north right now. So let’s have north be a breath of strength.
Northeast: a breath for Kindness. I want to enter with kindness. So much kindness.
East: a breath for Ease. I want to enter with ease. Easy sliding.
Southeast: a breath for All Timing Is Right Timing, otherwise known as Trust.
South: breathing Grounding, in and out. Grounded entry. Grounding in entering.
Southwest: a breath for Pleasure. I will find pleasure in entering with strength.
West: a breath for Glowing. All the beacons and lighthouses activating for this entry.
And northwest is for Resonance. Bells and being a bell. Breathing a bell.
What do I want?
The salve in the Fluent Self calendar — the Year of Salves — is the salve of Strength.
With the superpower of seeing the strengths you already have.
I would like some of that, please. And I would like specifically like to see and recognize the strengths I have that will help me with this entering.
What do I want?
This is still related to my wish about letting go. Letting go in order to enter. Letting go in order to see my strengths.
What do I want?
Support, companionship, laughter, playfulness, lightheartedness, delight.
So that these concepts of [Entry] and [Strength] become less heavy, more accessible.
Ahhhh, of course, this has to do with my secret project of Waltzing My Words Into The Light. Yes.
What do I want?
To take pleasure in this week. To enjoy each drop of sweetness.
To be deeply present in the parts where I can’t access the sweetness.
What do I want?
I want to dance my way through, laughing happily. And to remember that I can’t do this wrong. I’ve already set up the frame: entry and strength.
Whatever emerges is held by that. Held. Another wish. It is enough that I have drawn attention to how I want to be in it. That’s what entering is. There is nothing I have to do, or say or become. This is enough.
Anything else coming up? Where do I want to start?
I have to follow my instincts. There is nothing more important than this. When Incoming Me says, go downstairs and turn the lights on, I do it. Like that. She’s right.
And I want to play “What’s in the bag?”
What are the qualities of my wish?
Well, I think the compass I came up with expresses this perfectly. Maybe I’ll combine it with last week’s too:
Presence. Trust. Pleasure. Play. Breathing. Patience. Wellness. Reverberation.
Clues?
I have been feeling unbearably frustrated over the past weeks about a [Situation] that seems like an impasse.
And then suddenly I realized that it is not an impasse. It is a RIDDLE, which is different than an impasse. Even if not being able to solve it feels like an impasse. It is different. It requires different things.
A riddle asks me to use my whole brain, to think creatively and playfully, to look for exceptions, to look under things, to re-examine my expectations.
A riddle is useful. I can work with this.
What else do I want?
Seeds planted without explanation, a mix of secret agent code and silent retreat dreams. Things I’m working on, or might be, someday…
- Everything is easier than I thought, and look, miracles everywhere.
- I go out dancing at the 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.
- 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: more progress on Saying Everything Twice (Saying Everything Twice!), and writing about whatever I want. 37, baby.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week, aka release disperse release disperse… My wish had to do with the specific way that I need to release things, which is through MOVEMENT.
I did a ton of deleting and reorganizing, moving things that are not my body while still getting a whoosh of energetic movement. Very slow Old Turkish Lady Yoga in tiny increments. Changed things up in my internal video game.
And now I am moving again, and everything is moving again.
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. #9825;
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