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.
Visions #208: Operation ACTIVATE
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, evehttps://fluentself.com//wp-admin/admin.php?page=wordpress-related-posts&ref=adminbarn when asking feels conflicted.
I invariably discover useful information about my relationship with the thing I think I want, and with the experience of Wanting itself. Join in if you like….
What do I want?
The situation. And background.
I know what I want now.
I mean, I know what I want. Like, in life.
This is kind of blowing my mind. I thought I knew before, and what I know now isn’t all that very different* but the way that I know it: SO VERY DIFFERENT.
* Although, yes, New Shit Has Come To Light, as the Big Lebowski would put it.
It might be that I am not explaining this very well. Such is the (infuriating) nature of epiphanies: they sound stupid when you put them into words.
Anyway, I know. What I want. I have so much information about it!
And in order to take Next Steps, there are certain missions that need to be activated.
The Op of the week is Operation ACTIVATE.
What I want.
Let us name the missions.
- Mission: Tradewinds. Consult Agents D, A, J and W on various aspects.
- Mission: Signmaking. Rendezvous with Colleen the Signmaker.
- Mission: It Has Already Been Given To You. Agents Wilk and Corn.
- Mission: No, really. It has already been given to you. Have Agent R call Kiva.
- Mission: Transmission. Transmission-mission. Hahaha. This is how you prep for The Rendezvous.
And mainly I want to stay connected to grounded enthusiasm, blissful steadiness, and the the compass of ACTIVATE, aka the qualities inside of the wants…
The qualities inside of the wants:
Readiness. Ease. Sustenance. Grounding. Opening. Plenty. Trust. Yes.
And the superpower or sankalpa of letting things be fun and playful.
What might help?
Each day one piece. Asking for help. Staying focused.
What else might help?
Pause and breathe.
I’m playing with…
Lots and lots of secret agent code.

What I want.
Some of these are secret agent code and some are taking a silent retreat on.
Some are qualities and some are dreams. Some are re-asks and some are pre-wishes: tiny seeds for future processing.
- Let’s find signs.
- Let’s make signs.
- Let’s go dancing.
- Let’s keep skipping all the stones.
- “Take a chance on me…”
- Miracles and perfect simple solutions: here before Friday, please.
- I know what I need and I know what I want, and not only am I okay with it, I’m acting on it.
- Oh look, that was so much easier than I thought it would be!
Repeat-wishes
- I rest into miracles, and then THERE THEY ARE.
- I actively choose quiet.
- Left-handed labyrinth.
- Perfect simple solutions, suddenly visible!
- Sound effects for my internal video game.
- Going to the 9&9, even when it isn’t nine or nine.
- Ahahaha I am an accidental genius! SOLVED.
- Well-rested: the first and best well.
- What do I need? What do I want?
- Sweet blissful steadiness.
- Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.
- Things that need to come in now are received with love.
The qualities inside of the wants:
Play. Plenty. Ease. Emptying. Release. Replenishing. Lightness. Light.
And the superpower of The New Openings Reveal Themselves.
I ask for this one every week, but not bored of it yet: I can see the secret holiness of everything.
Ways this could work.
It just could.
I’m playing with…
Receptivity, grace, appreciation, treasuring things.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Okay, last week, aka Copy Copy Major Major.
This is where I laugh hysterically.
Last week I planted, among other things, the following wishes:
- San Diego is full of treasure.
- Nothing that can’t be solved by a bath.
- I know what I need and I know what I want, and this is okay.
- Solved!
And I got all four of those so hard that it is ridiculous. San Diego was not only full of treasure, it was full of the exact treasure I needed. See also: Solved! And it was all the baths that helped me get quiet enough to see the treasure. And, you guessed it, I know what I need and I know what I want, and this is okay. It’s more than okay. It’s exactly right.
Me-from-last-week is such a genius. I want to remember that.
Also, I wanted to write the copy, and I did. So that went pretty well. Yay.

Playing. Shelter for the comments.
What’s welcome: Your own wishes, gwishes, visions and personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like. Things sparked for your own process.
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
We ask for what we need, and we give each other space and spaciousness for the process.
This is a place of safety for creative play and exploration, with a very non-dogmatic approach. We don’t tell each other how to ask for things and we don’t give unsolicited advice. We play.
That’s it. Let’s throw a bunch of things in the pot!
As always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.
xox
Friday Chicken #257: A fond ooh to you too, I guess.
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
What worked?
A change of scenery.
As we say in Hebrew: change your place, change your luck.
Or: Change your location, change your fortune.
Anyway, it can be useful.
This week it was VERY useful.
Next time I might…
Even more entry.
Changing location requires preparation. Conscious entry. Preparing for the voyage.
Really think about what I want from the experience.
Remember that travel always reveals Stuff.
Sometimes in the form of memories. Sometimes it’s just a matter of feeling disjointed, needing more time than expected to really arrive.

The hard, challenging and mysterious.
- All the [rhymes with headlines] are here.
- So many things I want to be doing, but well-rested is the only well that matters right now.
- Noise
- Giving up on things.
- Reconfiguring and adjusting.
- Oh boy, this is new.
- I need a phrase that means “I need some time to myself (because HSP!), and this has nothing to do with you, person I love and adore!”
- Travel.
- Exhaustion.
- Wanting.
- Fear.
- Some news that was very much not what I’d hoped for.
- A giant project that seemed like it would never be done.
- The Mystery of Too Many Baskets And I Don’t Like Any Of Them.
- The Mystery of What If There Is No Perfect Simple Solution Or: Why Can’t I Find One When I Need One So Very Badly?
- The Mystery of People With Machines That Beep.
- The Mystery of If I Know I’m Hypersensitive To Noise, Why Do I Not Have Earplugs With Me At All Times.
- My pain. Someone else’s pain. These pieces of pain interacting.
- New perspective.
The good, reassuring and delights.
- Quiet.
- Peacefulness.
- Perspective.
- Being here now.
- Sweetness.
- Perfect simple solutions exist.
- Trust.
- Amazing communication.
- A gorgeous unsweetened acai smoothie that was the best damn thing ever, at exactly the moment that I needed something to be the best damn thing ever.
- Sun salutations on the beach, covered in sand.
- Sun salutations in a park, inside of a circle of palm trees.
- Long meandering walks.
- Happy laughter.
- Operation Snack Time.
- Agents in Agency.
- Operation Serenity and the new compass. Serenity. Emptying. Replenishing. Ease. Newness. Insight. Trust. Yes.
- The word INSIGHT is also: in sight…
- What if the things I want are in sight and I am not seeing them? But I could see them if I got used to the idea that they were already here…
- Troosie knows best.
- Finished the big project.
- Also was able to send out the Y.E.A.R.book, and I am really, really pleased with it.
- Adding lemon to the water.
- Sage really does make everything better.
- Tiny miracles.
- I feel happy, despite the various situations, and despite all the Stuff. Just happy.
- Unconditional.
- Trust is west.
Superpowers!
A superpower I had this week…
The superpower of loving. As in: I may not like situation X but I love that I am interacting with it consciously. Or: I may not like experience Y but I can still be full of love.
And a superpower I want next week.
More of the same please.
Salve.
This week’s salve is the salve of meshaneh makom meshaneh mazal. Change your place, change your fortune.
It allows for tiny but meaningful shifts in perspective, moving you slightly over this way, adjusting a little that way. Suddenly you realize there is a more comfortable place (or way) to sit. Suddenly everything is a little bit lighter.
It smells the tiniest bit of berries, and it glows.
These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory has delivered enough to me to distribute by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

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 is:
Fawn Do Fondue Fond Ooh.
They’re kind of avant garde, and their songs involve a lot of shouting in French. This is not my favorite band because they’re kind of discordant, but what a great name, right?
And yes: it turns out that it’s actually just one guy…

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. ANNOUNCEMENT.
You guys!
We made a Rally Care Package!
Actually, we made only three of them.
You can get them (and what’s left of the other goodies leaving the shop) on the newly updated Sail of Emptying page.
That’s it for me …
Join my Friday ritual in the comments if you feel like it. Or call silent retreat!
We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
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 (or not) and it’s no big deal.
Visions #207: Copy Copy Major Major
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, even when asking feels conflicted.
I invariably discover useful information about my relationship with the thing I think I want, and with the experience of Wanting itself. Join in if you like….
What do I want?
The situation. And background.
I have a bunch of copy to write. God what a boring sentence.
I mean, I have a HAT to decorate!
Anyway, there are words to be written, about a thing, in order to announce that thing.
I want to write these words, I feel confident in my ability to write these words, I am a little anxious about time and timing, because (as we know from last week), I’m dealing with some pretty big [rhymes with headlines] on other projects.
So.
What I want.
I want this to be fun, playful and easy. I want a clean, clear window of time for it. I want lighthearted companionship.
I want it to feel like being at Rally (Rally!)
The qualities inside of the wants:
I’m keeping the eight qualities from the past couple weeks, in the same order.
Trust. Release. Steadiness. Ground. Love. Receive. Miracles. Willingness.
And the superpower or sankalpa of everything falls into place.
What might help?
Ask Richard to make the page pretty so I can just drop the words in.
Do this in the park.
Write it like a secret love letter.
What else might help?
Remembering that this is part of my process of Emptying and Replenishing, not something that is taking me away from it.
Remembering that Incoming Me is wise, so the more time I spend checking in with her on everything, the more smoothly all of this will be.
Do *other* things related to Emptying. Tell people about the secret sail of Toy Shop Emptying.
I’m playing with…
Letting words surprise me. Letting this be more fun than I think it will.

What I want.
Some of these are secret agent code and some are taking a silent retreat on.
Some are qualities and some are dreams. Some are re-asks and some are pre-wishes: tiny seeds for future processing.
- San Diego is full of treasure.
- It’s a genius grant granted, genius.
- Skipping all the stones.
- Focus.
- Nothing that can’t be solved by a bath.
- I know what I need and I know what I want, and this is okay. .
- Solved!
Repeat-wishes
- Resting into miracles.
- Choosing quiet.
- Left-handed labyrinth.
- Perfect simple solutions, suddenly visible!
- Sound effects for my internal video game.
- Being at the 9&9, even when it isn’t nine or nine.
- Ahahaha I am an accidental genius! SOLVED.
- Well-rested: the first and best well.
- What do I need? What do I want?
- Sweet blissful steadiness.
- Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.
- Things that need to come in now are received with love.
The qualities inside of the wants:
Play. Confidence. Focus. Alignment. Love. Release. Glow. Energy.
And the superpower of All Timing Is Right Timing.
I ask for this one every week, but not bored of it yet: Seeing the secret holiness of everything.
Ways this could work.
Joyfully.
I’m playing with…
Being willing to be surprised.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Okay, last week..
Last week’s ask had to do with changing the soundtrack in my head from You’re So Trucked (okay, rhymes with trucked) to something else. I really liked the TRUCK acronym (trust receive undo create keys), and I also liked knowing that I had a response.
Silent retreat on everything else for now. 🙂

Playing. Shelter for the comments.
What’s welcome: Your own wishes, gwishes, visions and personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like. Things sparked for your own process.
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
We ask for what we need, and we give each other space and spaciousness for the process.
This is a place of safety for creative play and exploration, with a very non-dogmatic approach. We don’t tell each other how to ask for things and we don’t give unsolicited advice. We play.
That’s it. Let’s throw a bunch of things in the pot!
As always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.
xox
Friday Chicken #256: Eleven hours
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
Friday already?
She asks, for the two hundred and fifty sixth time in a row….
What worked?
Bed over logic.
On Saturday night I went to bed at 8:15 in the evening.
I wasn’t sick. I wasn’t afraid I was about to get sick.
Those would normally be the two reasons that would justify passing up on good food and good company. It defied logic, but there it was. I felt fine. I just wanted to be in bed, so I went to bed.
My body wanted sleep, and I went with it. This felt like such a huge thing, and such a clear result of all the work I have been doing on the themes of:
- Trusting My Instincts.
- My Body Is CEO.
- This Is Where I Live.
- I Trust My Process As A Human Being.
Everything I’ve been focused on all came together, and it worked. I slept for eleven beautiful hours, and discovered (or rediscovered) that a well-rested Havi is a happy, happy Havi.
And: that I don’t need a reason to trust my body. It’s just right because it’s right.
Next time I might…
Remember sooner that the fear is not the whole story.
There was a good deal of freaking out about the upcoming [rhymes with headlines] and the resulting chorus of You’re So Trucked.
Whenever I was able to remember that I don’t know how this is going to end, and that there are all kinds of perfect simple solutions available to me, and that these are easier to access/see/receive when I am calm, this was good.
The Emergency Calm The Hell Down material helped a lot too, once I remembered to use it.
Everything is connected. Repeat, repeat.
Agent White took off for the supermarket and said: “I’m going to breathe ease and plenty in the supermarket, trusting that doing this is somehow changing the fabric of the world around me.”
Right. Because even if it isn’t, doing it will make me feel better, which will change the feel and experience of every interaction I have with myself and with others.

The hard, challenging and mysterious.
- A thing I thought was two weeks away was actually one week away, and I may have fallen apart completely upon realizing this.
- I saved up for a dress and was so excited about it, then the day it arrived was also the day it went on sale for 50% off.
- Not knowing where we stand on Project X.
- The recovery from last week’s too-much-socialize.
- Gahhhhhh quarterly taxes, you are kicking my ass so hard right now.
- Trimetized. This is my new word for the traumas that result from riding Trimet. Heat plus children’s field trips plus crazy people plus being hit on in stupid ways plus that one woman who sat on me. Trimetized.
- Rhymes with headline.
- Rhymes with You Are So Trucked.
- Realizations about how much is too much right now (apparently anything), and having to readjust.
- The more I learn about taking care of my HSP self, the more information I have about optionsthat are no longer available to me.
- Monster brigade.
- 5am.
The good, reassuring and delights.
- Someone brought me a Snugglie to wear when I was cold, and I was very much against this plan. But it was the right costume for the right moment, and it did what it needed to do, and sometimes someone else knows what you need.
- The giant freakout about the [rhymes with headlines] was not fun, but it was useful. And it resulted in a remarkably productive three hours.
- Whatsit whatsit. I danced up a storm this week.
- The word Trimetized makes me happy, even if I don’t love the experience. And it reminds me to do more conscious entry and choosing Shelter when I ride public transportation.
- Friday night dinner with Tino, Richard, Doug and Kyle. Absolutely lovely.
- Sleepover.
- Sweet sweet sleep.
- I can do this. There is a way. Breathe.
- Movement.
- I don’t hate summer this year. This is big.
- Strawberries! My garden is full of strawberries!
- Adoration.
- Tuesday Fryday! It’s like Tuesday Friday, but better. YAY.
- Yoga with a companion in play.
- Going to the park with my two favorite people and swinging on the swings, and realizing that even though I think [certain situations] can’t change for the better, other situations have changed so quickly and so much for the better. Who am I to decide what is not possible?
- I am going somewhere warm to do some writing!
- A gigantic project that was completely stalled: finished! Ahead of schedule! This is huge.
- I have the best (and wisest) housemate/friend in the entire world.
- The Monkey.
- Heart full of appreciation. Release and receive. Release and receive.
Superpowers!
A superpower I had this week…
The superpower of planting sweetness for Incoming me.
And a superpower I want next week.
The superpower of everything gets to where it needs to be for now. This has to do with trust and listening.
Salve.
This week’s salve is the salve of Trust Receive Undo Create Key.
It holds all of these qualities individually and also all the connections between them.
For example, the ability to trust in undoings, or the ability to create keys. Or how to be a key that undoes things, or how to trust that you can receive keys. Do you see? ALL THE CONNECTIONS and ALL THE POSSIBILITIES.
It also knows exactly which you need in which amounts, and absorbs accordingly.
These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory has delivered enough to me to distribute by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

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 is:
January Stew.
It’s mostly accordions.
Not sure how that really works because this band is actually just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. ANNOUNCEMENT.
Secret Sail of Emptying!
As part of my bigger process of [Emptying, Emptying] (and Replenishing), we are emptying and reconfiguring the Toy Shop at Stompopolis. It will still exist but smaller and in a different form.
I recommend that you pick up magical Potions from Heidi! We only have a few left. They’re kind of like the salves from the Friday Chicken, except real.
These are magic. She isn’t making them anymore, so these are the last supplies (that I know of).
They smell AMAZING. They make everything better (and softer). My personal favorites are Losing It and Presence, but they are all fantastic.
And we have Deborah’s crazy-wonderful sprays, just a few bottles left, some with the original Playground labels. If you have been to Rally (Rally!), you know that these work all kinds of miracles, even though it seems like they should really just work as symbolic reminders of the thing you want. They go deep.
Anyway, go here and get stuff that you will love. <3
That’s it for me …
Join my Friday ritual in the comments if you feel like it. Or call silent retreat!
We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
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 (or not) and it’s no big deal.
Visions #206: rhymes with trucked
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these Visions of Possibility and Anticipation to practice asking for what I want. And to get clarity on what that really is, evehttps://fluentself.com//wp-admin/admin.php?page=wordpress-related-posts&ref=adminbarn when asking feels conflicted.
I invariably discover useful information about my relationship with the thing I think I want, and with the experience of Wanting itself. Join in if you like….
What do I want?
The situation. And background.
I have two big [rhymes with headlines] coming up and I don’t know how these two things are going to get done in time, if at all.
And, unsurprisingly, the monsters and time gremlins have completely taken over. It is one giant monster trance party pride parade extravaganza in here (at least they’re having fun…).
And their favorite song to dance to has only one line — on repeat, at full volume. And it rhymes with You’re So Trucked.
Over and over again. You can’t do this. It’s not going to work. You’re So Trucked.
What I want.
So yes, it is possible that the dates will arrive, and the thing that, according to my perception of the world, needs to be done by then and by me, will not be done. That is one possibility.
However, the You’re So Trucked soundtrack is not helping me with the getting done. And it certainly won’t help if the reality turns out to be that I have to adjust to the idea of these things not being done.
What I want is to consciously, lovingly, playfully mess with and/or replace the current soundtrack.
For example, I could make up my own We’re So Trucked song, to a different tune. And really, as long as I say “trucked”, it’s already kind of better.
I could respond with: My Darlings, Nothing Is Trucked. A la the Big Lebowski.
Or: I’m so ____________________!
I’m so… in luck? I’m so…challenged in a really interesting and unusual way? I’m so…up for this crazy adventure? I’m so…receptive to miracles and good surprises? I’m so…willing to be surprised at how perfect simple solutions can show up for me?
Maybe TRUCK can become an acronym that stands for something secretly fabulous. In secret agent code. Trust Receive Undo Create Key.
Yeah baby. I’m SO TRUCKED. I’m trusting, receiving, undoing and creating keys.
The qualities inside of the wants:
I’m keeping the eight qualities from the past couple weeks, in the same order.
Trust. Release. Steadiness. Ground. Love. Receive. Miracles. Willingness.
And the superpower or sankalpa of remembering that I don’t know the ending yet, there are lots of ways this could work out.
Also the thing my wonderful uncle Svevo says about how the ROI on worry is traditionally pretty low.
What might help?
Commitment. Play. Readiness.
Operation 5am. Can we rename this?
Support from fellow agents. I might enlist this year’s Shellbacks from my Crossing the Line retreat to be my partners in crime on this. I suspect that playing with it at the Floop will help.
What else might help?
Yoga. Breathing. Conducting.
Eight breaths of Trust and Steadiness.
I’m playing with…
I’m allowed to feel scared, frustrated, whatever it is I’m feeling at any given moment. All feelings are legitimate. And: they are not the whole truth of my being or this experience. They are clues about truth, and they are also distortions of truth.
So as much as I want to focus on Getting The Things Done, my real focus needs to be remembering that I am safe and loved, remembering that I can trust my process as a human being, remembering that how I care for my internal kingdom is the real work.

What I want.
Some of these are secret agent code and some are taking a silent retreat on.
Some are qualities and some are dreams. Some are re-asks and some are pre-wishes: tiny seeds for future processing.
- Pause and breathe. Again. Again.
- Things get solved and resolved surprisingly quickly. Either they get done or they reveal solutions, or something shows up that means they don’t have to get done.
- Skipping all the stones.
- Fractal flowers.
- Writing time in large and small pockets.
- Ha, I didn’t think of that but now it’s making everything better.
- Solved!
Repeat-wishes
- Resting into miracles.
- Choosing quiet.
- Left-handed labyrinth.
- Perfect simple solutions, suddenly visible!
- Sound effects for my internal video game.
- Being at the 9&9, even when it isn’t nine or nine.
- Ahahaha I am an accidental genius! SOLVED.
- Well-rested: the first and best well.
- What do I need? What do I want?
- Sweet blissful steadiness.
- Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.
- Things that need to come in now are received with love.
The qualities inside of the wants:
Sustainability. Shelter. Focus. Plenty. Safety. Transition. Support. Flow.
And the superpower of eventually this level of the video game is going to be pleasurable for me, so why not start smiling now.
I ask for this one every week, but not bored of it yet: Seeing the secret holiness of everything.
Ways this could work.
It just can.
I’m playing with…
Asking for help. Giving myself permission to be a bit of a stressball, because you know what? This situation is actually super challenging, and however I react to it makes sense. Going to bed as early as possible.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Okay, last week..
Last week’s ask had to do with making peace (or peach) with being a HSP, and living with extreme sensitivities.
I got a lot of opportunities to practice this week, and that was hard but also good. So basically: I’m learning a lot.
And I am feeling good about everything that has been planted. Additionally my wishes to sleep like a happy baby and to show Tino beautiful pieces of Portland both came true in surprisingly magical ways.

Playing. Shelter for the comments.
What’s welcome: Your own wishes, gwishes, visions and personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like. Things sparked for your own process.
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
We ask for what we need, and we give each other space and spaciousness for the process.
This is a place of safety for creative play and exploration, with a very non-dogmatic approach. We don’t tell each other how to ask for things and we don’t give unsolicited advice. We play.
That’s it. Let’s throw a bunch of things in the pot!
As always, amnesty applies. Leave a wish here any time you want.
xox