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.

Wish #234: BDMV

very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

Each week I write a Very Personal Ad (aka Vision-Possibility-Anticipation) to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. Sometimes wanting feels conflicted or just plain hard, and that’s okay.

At the very least, useful noticings about my relationship with wanting. It all counts.

What do I want?

BDMV is the Big Dumb Mitten Visit.

The Mitten is Michigan.

The Big Dumb Mitten is what Bonnie calls Michigan.

I am going there.

I have mixed feelings about Michigan, and Michigan-in-the-winter and flying there. Actually, I have unmixed feelings about the second two things.

BDMV works for me in so many ways. Dumb is secretly related to: I am not speaking. Big has to do with how symbolically big. And the entire phrase can be shortened to Big DMV, which goes perfectly with my existing acronym: Department of Magical Voyages.

What I want is SMOOTHNESS and EASE with the visit. With no aftermath please.

What I want is Now Is Not Then.

What I want is to be able to remember and hang onto the things I’ve been practicing in the six years since my last visit.

What do I want?

To not be in my stuff about this.

Hahaha, I am so in my stuff about this.

What I want is a way to work with it, even though [STUFF], and to find the ease.

What do I want?

To stay grounded and centered. To know what I want. To take care of myself.

To remember the most important thing in the world: I don’t need to care what other people think about me or my life.

And lots of snacks.

What do I want?

Ease. Miracles. Simplicity. Perfect simple solutions. Good surprises. Speediness. Right timing. Present Time. Trust. Sweetness.

What do I want?

I am noticing how nervous I am about the plane rides. Planes destroy force fields and are hard on my body. To do this visit, I need the world’s strongest force field, and to be connected to my body so I don’t follow my tendency/inclination to disconnect and disassociate.

So I want strategies for the plane.

Where/how do I want to start?

What else could BDMV stand for?

Boldness. Daring. Mission. Valour!

Or:

Beauty. Desires. Melodies. Visions.

Anything else coming up?

This weekend I had a [potentially scary doctor visit] for the first time in many years. The last one had been pretty disastrous, so I was experiencing anxiety about this one.

I set things up with a lot of love, and with so much entry and gwish-scripting (writing out how I want to feel and what I experience while feeling it). I practiced all the practices.

And it was great. Smooth, easy. Nothing was wrong. All was well. I planted “all my interactions are harmonious”, and they were. I planted, “I am treated with enormous respect”, and I was.

So maybe this doctor visit was actually Secret Training for this voygage to the/my Big Dumb Mitten.

Maybe it was an example of how things can be, instead of a reminder of how things used to be.

What are the qualities of my wish?

Huh. Exactly the same compass from last time.

Peacefulness. Trust. Steadiness. Warmth. Grounding Anchors. Sweetness. Power. Clear seeing.

And the superpowers of I Am Not Alone.

What would help me move forward on this? How am I going to play?

Using a sankalpa.

Doing secret spirals with the compass and finding all the combinations.

Peacefull steadiness anchors the power. Trust warms the sweetness so that I can see clearly.

I trust in warmth. I am warming the sweetness. Sweetness is helping to clear my sight. I see this trust clearly. Peacefulness steadies me. Steady are the grounded anchors. Anchoring the power, so I can be powerfully peaceful.

Drawing a crown and a heart on my palm. Thinking: Crown. Heart.

What is my clue?

At the doctor’s office there was a piano that had the word CROWN on it.

Crown is my clue. When I am wearing my crown, I take care of myself. I set clear, loving expectations. I do not put up with crap. I am warm and gracious. I am connected to my thank-you heart.

Anything else?

If the plane ride is full of clues, then I can treat it as a passage and a mission.

So I am going to find the clues.

And I am going to wear my Headspace Protectors the entire time.

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…

  • The Compass of Signs.
  • May Peacefulness Prevail!
  • Announcements.
  • Everything is getting easier.
  • Miracles everywhere.
  • Regular dancing gigs at the ballroom, which is also the Spiegelsaal.
  • 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 is money for this.
  • Trust and steadiness. I can see why this moment is good.
  • Hawaii.
  • I am fearless and confident, and I do the brave things and give myself sparklepoints, and it is not even a big deal that I did the brave things but I still get sparklepoints, yay.

This week’s ops?

Mostly I am going to be dealing with the Mitten. I may wish to peek at Operation Rewire The Swishes.

I’m playing with…

Trust, fluidity, peacefulness, This Moment Is Right.

Attenzione! AGENTS.

I am deep in an undercover mission to get better at Gracefully Accepting Thanks. Or: Glowing Receptivity and Being Receptive to Glow.

This mission also resolves a question we get from people a lot, which is “I really, really want to thank you, except I’m not going to buy products and I can’t come to a Rally.” And it is also related to Operation Coming Out Of All The Closets, so I can share some experiences from Then where past-me thought her best survival strategy was not-sharing-how-hard-things-are.

If you would like to support 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. It all counts. ♡

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

So. Last week, aka Adaptability, clarity, music…

My wish had to do with adapting to new intel.

And using music.

Music was definitely a big part of this week. I also liked that Agent White sent me daily recommendations.

The smartest thing I seeded last week (that I know of) was I Have All The Support I Need. That really, really, really came through for me this week.

Thank you, writing. Thank you, me who asked.

Keep me company?

You are welcome to drop in with wishes, gwishes, visions, personal ads. Small or large, and in any form you like. There is no right way to do this. Updates on past experiments are welcome too, as is anything sparked for you.

Commenting culture: This is safe space for creative exploration. We ask for what we need. We are on permanent vacation from care-taking and advice-giving. We are here to play.

Let’s throw some things in the pot! And, as always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.

xox

Friday Chicken #283: not sure what’s going on with me and door handles

Friday chicken

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

It is Friday and we are here.

{a breath for Friday}

I just want to say that this week was kind of jinxed, in the way where you hope someone is going to say that Mercury is in retrograde or something like that because WHY LIKE THIS.

What worked?

Well, I got to practice a lot.

A lot.

The great thing about everything going wrong is there is no shortage of opportunities to remember that nothing is wrong and everything is a door.

To smile at all the broken pots.

Code.

Code solved things.

Next time I might…

I don’t know. Take December off? Declare a holiday of my own?

And listen to more music.

Music helped.

A wise thing a dance teacher said this week.

Applicable to everything, so substitute life for “dance”….

“Think of this move not as a move but as part of stream, you’re not doing anything, you’re just heading down the stream.”

That was Jon.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Solstice. I was so excited about my plans for solstice and then I had the worst day. A breath for that.
  2. Got locked in a bathroom because the door handle fell off in my hand. And I didn’t have my phone. And then the same thing happened AGAIN in my house, except not in the bathroom. A breath for all the perceptions of [stuck].
  3. Hurt my leg on the way to dance class when I tripped over a fire hydrant while attempting to avoid a creepy person on the street. Had to go into the mall to clean up my leg. A mall is no place for a Havi, but a mall two days before christmas is the worst. Also the bathroom was full of vomiting children. And I missed my bus. A breath for that whole stupid annoying day.
  4. Continuation of last week. Hard news, hard decisions, a lot of pain. In the middle of this, the spy who loves me had to disappear for nine days on an important mission. A breath for getting through the hard things.
  5. Hard news means I am headed to Michigan in a few days, where it gets dark at 3:30 in the afternoon and is just impossibly, ridiculously cold. This will be first winter visit since either 1995 or 1996. A breath for everything related to this.
  6. All the things need doing, and I do not wish to do any of the things and I am not in fact doing any of them and they are getting more and more urgent by the day, and also: oh so many monsters. A breath for the perception of tightness, in many forms.
  7. […] A breath for everything that is hard right now.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Friends. A breath for friends.
  2. Even though solstice was an unmitigated disaster in pretty much every possible way, I got to spend most of it at the Playground in the company of people I really like. And I got to see the Vicar too. A breath for companionship.
  3. I got to spend christmas day with three of the amazing women from my 2012 Crossing the Line retreat. Good food, sweet companionship, piles of blankets on the floor, napping by the fireplace. This was the best thing ever and now I want to do this every year. A breath for comfort.
  4. Everyone is coming together to help me handle the Mitten visit. A breath for support and for treasure.
  5. Even though I miss the Agent from the Other Agency like crazy, I am so glad that he is on this mission. A breath for people in my life who pay attention to and follow their Next Indicated Steps, who live their lives the way I try to live mine.
  6. Dance. Beautiful dance. A breath for feeling grounded through movement, a breath for being a gazelle.
  7. Good food, warm blankets, comfortable clothing. A breath for being safe.
  8. Everything is going to be okay. It just is. A breath for knowing and remembering.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this thing is done! It is often shortened to wham-boom. You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

Lots of ops.

Mission ###
Operation #&%!%
Operation REDACTED REDACTED
Operation Big Dumb Mitten Phase I

WHAM! BOOM!

Superpowers!

Powers I had this week…

The power of trust, and the power of renaming.

I am the PROPRIETRESS of a magical ballroom. This is its own set of superpowers.

Superpowers I want.

The power of stepping onto the new path with lightness and excitement.

Salve.

The salve of protection.

It is an extra layer of force field. Extra cushion around you.

Everyone who needs to see you can detect your light. Everyone who needs to not know you are there doesn’t register you. You are shielded, and you can feel it.

The only things that can come into your space are qualities, in pure undiluted form, in the exact right amount that you can receive them.

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory delivers enough for distribution by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

If you are not a salve person (today or in general), you can have this in tea form, pill form, as a bath, 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!

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

This week’s band via my phone, when I was trying to say gesundheit.

The Grains Heist

I am pretty sure this could also be a movie, probably one I would like to see. They play Memphis blues with a salsa edge. And apparently it’s 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.

This involves, among other things, acquiring the skill of Gracefully Accepting Thanks.

And it is related to my mission of Coming Out Of All The Closets and sharing, particularly about my personal experiences with not-sharing-how-hard-things-are, when things were actually the hardest.

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. It all counts. ♡

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.

Shabbat shalom.

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 #233: Adaptability. Clarity. Music.

very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

Each week I write a Very Personal Ad (aka Vision-Possibility-Anticipation) to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. Sometimes wanting feels conflicted or just plain hard, and that’s okay.

At the very least, useful noticings about my relationship with wanting. It all counts.

What do I want?

To adjust to what is, and go with that.

A couple days ago, I thought I knew exactly what I was doing over the next two weeks. While I wasn’t thrilled with most of it (a lot of work), I had a plan.

All that got thrown into a blender with two big pieces of news. Now I am doing very different things over the next two weeks. And I still need to get the work done. Or find a way for it to get done without me. Or find a way for things to be okay without it getting done.

Adaptability is what is called for here.

Adaptability is also the superpower I most admire in the world, the one that seems the most challenging, and the one I work on the hardest.

There is no strength more impressive (to me) than the ability to go, “Oh, things are like this now? Okay, got it.”

This requires a lot of permission. Permission to feel all the things I am feeling about the fact that everything has changed, permission to not like the change, permission to not-like the not-liking, permission to wish things were different.

And, at the same time, fueled by permission and legitimacy, to jump over to the new path. Hello there, new path. Hello there, feelings about the new path. Hello, new direction. I’m here. Let’s do it.

It is the thing I practice when I’m dancing:

Ah, my body thought you were leading one kind of turn and it’s another kind of turn, now we’re over here, got it, I am releasing expectation, releasing the need to anticipate the next move, I am here.

I want to be able to do this with the New Plans that just showed up. And I want clarity. And music.

What do I want?

A playlist. Accompaniment. Music to make it easier.

What do I want?

Insight. To trust my instincts. To take care of myself. To remember my commitment to my mission, which is always taking care of myself.

One of the new plans involves doing two different highly stressful things that don’t fall into the category of things that take care of me.

So I need to find ways to change those things so that I am still taken care of within them.

Or: I need to find ways to take care of myself while I am in these experiences that don’t support me.

I want to recognize and remember that even though I am not thrilled about either of the experiences, I have also chosen them in order to get something else that is good for me.

What do I want?

Miracles. Perfect simple solutions. Good surprises. And again: music.

Everything is going to be better with music. I feel very strongly about this right now.

Where/how do I want to start?

Permission.

There are a lot of changes. There is a lot going on. It might be hard. That is to be expected. I might not like it. That is okay. I might need to cry a lot. No worries, that is a normal reaction to upheaval.

What are the qualities of my wish?

Peacefulness. Trust. Steadiness. Warmth. Grounding Anchors. Sweetness. Power. Clear seeing.

And the superpowers of I Have All The Support I Need. .

What would help me move forward on this? How am I going to play?

RGW! That’s secret agent code for Refreshing Glass of Water.

Checking in with Agent Em Dee.

Trust spray.

Drawing a crown and a heart on my palm. Thinking: Crown. Heart.

Pandora. Spotify. Secret playlists on the tiniest greenest cutest schmoo-pod.

What is my clue?

Clue: Right now my beloved agent (from the Other Agency) is going through a fairly substantial existential Not-A-Crisis about his vocation.

I had the sudden realization this morning that this is a good thing.

It means he is feeling secure enough about other things — love, relationship, home — that he can now start falling apart about his work.

So maybe… maybe freakouts, breakdowns and crises aren’t signs that something is wrong. They’re signs that something big is going so very right that you finally have room to see the other things that need to change(!).

What if these moments of “what am I doing with my life?!” are good news? What if they are a SIGN that something big is working for you, and now you have the space to see what isn’t working.

This somehow strikes me as super subversive.

This is my clue. Things that seem like they aren’t working are signs about something else that is working. They are a reminder to return to my thank-you heart.

Anything else?

Fold the laundry. I will feel better when the laundry is folded.

If it isn’t working, change the music.

Get in the bath.

Have a good cry.

Nothing is wrong, including having a good cry.

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…

  • The Salve of Salves.
  • The Compass of Signs.
  • May Peacefulness Prevail!
  • Announcements.
  • Everything is getting easier.
  • Miracles everywhere.
  • Regular dancing gigs at the ballroom, which is also the Spiegelsaal.
  • 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 is money for this.
  • Trust and steadiness. I can see why this moment is good.
  • Hawaii.
  • I am fearless and confident, and I do the brave things and give myself sparklepoints, and it is not even a big deal that I did the brave things but I still get sparklepoints, yay.

This week’s ops?

Operation Department of More Magical Voyages, aka The Big Dumb Mitten Visit. Operation Rewire The Swishes.

I’m playing with…

Same as last weeek: DANCING. Breathing. Transitions. Permission.

As well as: The thing I am doing in this moment is useful, even if I don’t know why. And having this thought is useful. And changing what I am doing or how I am doing it is useful. And even feeling hopeless is useful, if I notice that I’m doing it and meet it with compassion.

Attenzione! AGENTS.

I am deep in an undercover mission to get better at Gracefully Accepting Thanks. Or: Glowing Receptivity and Being Receptive to Glow.

This mission also resolves a question we get from people a lot, which is “I really, really want to thank you, except I’m not going to buy products and I can’t come to a Rally.” And it is also related to Operation Coming Out Of All The Closets, so I can share some experiences from Then where past-me thought her best survival strategy was not-sharing-how-hard-things-are.

If you would like to support 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. It all counts. ♡

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

So. Last week, aka a new kind of winter…

My wish had to do with having a different relationship with winter. And also strategies for either getting out of bed or being okay with not getting out of bed, or setting up my life so that December is hibernation-friendly.

I was able to slide into a new routine that felt a lot better. And then Agents White & Mueller got me an early birthday present that made it very easy to get out of bed: morning dance classes again! Also feeling slightly better about everything now that the solstice has passed, and the whole christmas deal will be over in a few days.

The smartest thing I seeded last week (that I know of) was Now Is Not Then, and coloring in the coloring book, both of which really helped.

Thank you, writing. Thank you, me who asked.

Keep me company?

You are welcome to drop in with wishes, gwishes, visions, personal ads. Small or large, and in any form you like. There is no right way to do this. Updates on past experiments are welcome too, as is anything sparked for you.

Commenting culture: This is safe space for creative exploration. We ask for what we need. We are on permanent vacation from care-taking and advice-giving. We are here to play.

Let’s throw some things in the pot! And, as always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.

xox

Friday Chicken #282: happy newt ear

Friday chicken

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

It is Friday and we are here.

{a breath for Friday}

What worked?

RGW.

This was my code for Refreshing Glass of Water. I know that it’s actually a glass of refreshing water, for everyone who likes to be precise (the water is refreshing, not the glass), and yet that’s the code.

RGW.

Every time I was about to attempt a Doing of some form, I would text Agent Em Dee and tell her how I was starting. RGW.

It helped. Both the texting my ally and the drinking of the water. Emptying and replenishing. It is the theme of my year, and this was a relatively low-key way to practice it.

RGW. RGW. RGW.

Clue of the day.

Each morning I also texted Agent Em Dee with a clue.

It was a silly thing. And also it helped. It is nice to have clues.

Joyful serendipity!

Last Friday I was dancing nightclub two step with a lovely older gentleman. The song ended, and he asked: Do you rumba?

I do not rumba. So I shook my head. He suggested that we try it anyway. My body somehow remembered how to do the basic, either from a ballroom taster class or from watching Strictly Ballroom way too many times, and I was able to more or less follow the rest. It was exhilarating.

Me, in my head: More rumba, please!

The next day two of my “hey, let’s dance something” classes turned out to be rumba classes. PERFECT.

Or on Wednesday I watched a video of someone teaching the Texas Tommy (a dance move) and thought, I want to do that. The next day at West Coast Swing, every single person I danced with did at least one Texas Tommy.

People were Texas Tommying all over the place. I don’t know where all these Texas Tommies have been, and all of a sudden it was one Texas Tommy after another, like they were on sale.

I am making a mental note to keep saying things like “more of this, please”, because, well, because I would like more of this please.

Next time I might…

Be generous with making space for [December].

I had zero ability to focus or concentrate this week*, for a wide variety of reasons, among them that this is the time for hibernation and I had piles of work that I wanted nothing to do with.

* I hear this is a trend, actually…

The more I fought with myself, the more it hurt.

I want to remember to say, “This makes sense, and it will be okay.”

Because ultimately it doesn’t matter why. Full moon. Scary news. Being about two seconds away from my period all week. Stress and deadlines. Perceived expectations. Recovery from Then. Residual trauma. Who knows.

There is always a reason, and it is legitimate. All the reasons. They are legitimate.

And this always happens in December and it always passes, and I am always okay.

A wise thing a dance teacher said this week.

Applicable to everything, so substitute life for “dance”….

“Surrender your mind, that is how you follow. You stop thinking about what is about to happen and you start feeling what is happening.”

That was Susan.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Seriously I could not focus to save my life. A breath for fogginess, and for trust in the path.
  2. Hard news, hard decisions, a lot of pain. A breath for this.
  3. Navigating situations with people you care about deeply and also don’t trust. A breath for staying connected to love and safety.
  4. Actually everything in my life is working except for in one area, and it’s just that this one area has such a massive impact that it is hard for me to remember the good. A breath for perspective.
  5. Everything is changing. Everything ends, dies, reconfigures. A breath for change.
  6. I really want some time off to do things that are not related to my company or the chocolate shop or Solving All The Problems. A breath for tightness easing.
  7. […] A breath for everything that is hard right now.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Magical cafe date (Fake Beach Day on a Tuesday) with Danielle. A breath for pleasure and restfulness.
  2. Two surprise rumba classes! A breath for the delight of learning.
  3. I have so much information about what I want in my life. And oh right, everything in my life is working except for (super big thing that is a disaster), that’s a first, and it is pretty amazing. A breath for sweetness.
  4. Friends. Really good friends who are there for me in tough times. Also, I have plans to be with some of them on solstice, christmas and new years. My phone turned that into newt ears. A breath for support, laughter, treasure.
  5. A genius idea that is so genius that it scares me. A breath for possibility.
  6. Long baths. A breath for water making everything better.
  7. My sankalpa or aspiration/intention this week was Generously Receiving, and then Agents Mueller and White bonded (ha, spy pun) and ended the end of the Jazz Age for me, that is to say: they gave me an early birthday present and got me back in my morning dance class. A breath for generously receiving, and for the generous giving of two people who love me.
  8. I saw the new Fluent Self calendar and it is so breathtakingly beautiful that I actually cried happy, delighted tears. It is just right, and also a tiny sweet thing, so I will tell you about it soon. It is all salves! A breath for something surpassing your biggest hopes.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this thing is done! It is often shortened to wham-boom. You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

Lots of ops.

Operation Solve For S, take II
Operation CINNAMON

Also, I finally rewrote the comment culture page, yay!

WHAM! BOOM!

Superpowers!

Powers I had this week…

The power of knowing that the light at the end of the tunnel is there, and also that the tunnel is not a tunnel.

And, I am the PROPRIETRESS of a magical ballroom.

Superpowers I want.

Same as last three weeks: Everything Is Simple And Pleasurable.

And also: extreme focus. And unwavering faith. Whatever I am doing in this moment is right. And if I change it, that is also right.

Salve.

The salve of joyful serendipity.

All the connections, seen and felt. The thing you are drawn to is the thing that is suddenly here. Hints everywhere. It is slightly tingly. There might be mint in it somewhere.

It is especially good for bruises and sore muscles.

I also like to rub it into the soles of my feet when I go to bed and when I wake up.

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory delivers enough for distribution by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

If you are not a salve person (today or in general), you can have this in tea form, pill form, as a bath, 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!

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

This week’s band via Richard.

Freaked Out By Figs

They are a trance polka band from Seattle. Though I hear it’s 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.

This involves, among other things, acquiring the skill of Gracefully Accepting Thanks.

And it is related to my mission of Coming Out Of All The Closets and sharing, particularly about my personal experiences with not-sharing-how-hard-things-are, when things were actually the hardest.

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. It all counts. ♡

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.

Shabbat shalom.

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.

Clues in the pattern.

Sometimes I have a thing I have to do and I very much do not want to do it.

Then there is a huge monster rebellion, and I end up hiding in bed watching some show on Hulu, and the monsters are also up in arms about that, even though I basically got there due to Overwhelmed By Too Many Monsters.

Anyway, we know from experience that guilt —> stuck. And we also know that permission to be where you are, dealing with what you’re dealing with, leads to changing patterns. This is what we want.

So the goal is, as always: practice legitimacy, notice needs, recognize guilt, lovingly mess with the pattern.

Something I have been experimenting with over the past year that helps with all of these is playing Find The Clues.

I do this when I am already at the point where, yes, I am absolutely overwhelmed and I need a pause, and hey, this is the pause that I am giving myself even though maybe it is not my ideal pause.

So I pretend that this pause is the mission.

I’m in bed watching a show? Great, that is apparently part of my mission.

So I watch the episode on High Alert, because I am a spy. With a notebook. I jot down everything that might be a clue. I am attentive and watchful, and I breathe.

I remind myself: This is the mission. This is my fractal flower.

Watching this (both the show and the pattern) is going to turn out to be useful, as is giving myself permission to be right here. And I am going to collect as much intel as I can.

Clues from last week’s episode.

Ha, episode. Mine and the show.

  • “Granted early release.” Grant. Release can be granted. A grant is a form of release. It can also happen earlier than expected.
  • “The working theory stands.” In the world of television crime-solving procedurals, the working theory is always wrong. However, someone invariably says this. A good reminder about not making assumptions. Monster theories about how I am a terrible and lazy person certainly sound true. And yet monster theories always turn out to be full of distortions. The working theory is not going to make it to the end of the episode.
  • Observation: things in life do not have to stay the same. Reality can change quickly. Often within two episodes something that seemed like an impossible dream is now possible. I have experienced this in real life and yet I persist in believing in the power of walls and obstacles to maintain their current shape and form FOREVER.
  • “Bonsoir!” This always sounds so cheery. I need to give this an extra code meaning!
  • “If you can’t think straight, think circular.” Go with what is.

Clues from my episode.

I got what I needed: rest, breathing, stretching. A world where things are beautifully designed and imagined.

I worked on the project during commercial breaks and kind of chipped away at it, making more progress than I thought I would.

There was a dream that night about everything changing, in a good way.

Monsters were wrong. It was not the end of the world.

I think I am getting better at thinking circular. And: I think I am getting better at letting myself need what I need, want what I want, be stuck when I’m stuck.

There are clues everywhere. Might as well find them.

And once I am in clue-searching mode, I’m using the pattern that I’m in, which is already changing the pattern, opening new pathways for next time. I’m a scientist, a detective, a spy.

I am paying attention.

And nothing was wrong.

The thing that seemed like it was derailing the mission became part of the mission, and then I was able to return to the “actual” mission. Or to what the monsters think is the actual mission.

Since the bigger mission is learning how to meet my stuff with kindness and compassion, and the bigger mission than that is being patient with myself even when I can’t do that, I am never off the mission. It is all learning.

Sometimes I take the clues and try to figure out what they can tell me about the thing that I am temporarily avoiding.

(Avoiding for valid reasons of my own, because avoidance always makes sense, even when we don’t know why).

Sometimes I talk to the clues, like I did with this Dick Tracy lunchbox.

Other times, it is enough that I collected clues. The process of clue-collecting is enough to alter my mood. I feel more alert, more present, more capable of taking a next step.

Sometimes the next indicated step is actually some intentional not-doing. If I’m paying attention, I am better at recognizing this and not letting the well-meaning monsterlets convince me that I am a terrible person for pausing.

Something else to play with, whenever you want.

Another tool for the collection.

Though actually, there are all kinds of tools in here so this one is kind of a swiss army knife.

Things we can do today:

Find clues. Decide we are going to find clues. In our work/projects, and also in the things we do to avoid them, and also in whatever we happen to be doing, because clues are everywhere. That is one of the great joys of having a brain. Brains like to find connections. Connections are clues.

So let’s play. Deposit clues here if you like. See what happens.

I am leaving an extra clue for you right now, the clue for this week is CINNAMON.

Reminder that we are all in a process, and this is safe space, so we commit to no advice-giving and no care-taking. 🙂

And much love, as always, to everyone who reads.

The Fluent Self