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 #199: well, yeah, all the wells

very personal adsPersonal 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 always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!

Planting: Overestimating the Underestimating.

The situation. And background.

I overestimate my capacity for [all forms of doing]. This is a known thing.

While I do that — hahaha just to make it more fun and by fun I mean “torture” — I also vastly underestimate how long it takes to actually do [things that I think need doing].

Not just me. Pretty much everyone I know does this to some degree.

The result is not all that surprising. The usual things. Worn out and worn down. Frustrated. Baffled. Overwhelmed.

This year, in my Year of Emptying and Replenishing, I have been allowing twice as long to do things, and doing half as many things. And I’m still underestimating my capacity for overestimation.

Gravestone sentiment, anyone?

She underestimated her capacity for overestimating her capacity.

What I want.

To see what it looks and feels like — as a conscious experiment in playful presence — to do the opposite of that.

To overestimate my tendency to underestimate how much time and energy things take.

Instead of trying to do ten things in a day… maybe one. Or maybe even half of one. Terrifying, yes.

My monsters, specifically the Assembly of Time Gremlins, are not going to like this. But I am convinced it’s going to be a useful experiment.

And I’m going to fractal flower the hell out of my one thing: whatever it is I’m doing is going to stand in for all the things that need doing, and somehow have an impact on them too.

I will try to enter each thing with intention: this is a door. Hello, experience.

I want to find out what it is like to rest into my doing, instead of to force it.

Obviously this is a pretty crazy-advanced practice, so what I’ll start with (see? already starting smaller) is just the part about noticing.

Noticing how much I really want to be able to do All The Thing. Noticing how scary it is to pause. How scary it is say “Wait, hat if we do this one thing, slowly and lovingly, with grace and presence?”

Interacting with that, in whatever playful ways feel right.

The qualities inside of the wants:

Trust. Integration. Presence. Wonder. Blissful Steadiness. Plenty. Sweetness. Intention.

And the superpower of remembering that you can’t run out of prime numbers.

What might help?

  • Letting the Internal Scientists take notes.
  • Finding out how all the Doings are connected, so I can really feel
    how doing one thing is unraveling stuck and smoothing out pathways for the other ones.
  • Safety first.
  • Not My Bus. Those other things that I am not doing in this moment: not my bus. The bus I am taking will also get me to where I need to get to. Experience this.
  • Reminding myself that when I try to take ALL the buses, not only do I not get to the places I was hoping to visit, I get to the same place: exhaustion and pain.

Anything else?

Ahahahahaaaaaaa.

I’m going to let this be enough. See? CRAZINESS.

I’m playing with…

Like last week: Wearing trust like a costume.

Pretending that this Focusing On One Mission Each Day is new orders given to me from HQ. The Agency has their reasons. My job is to test this new way, and to preserve the integrity of the experiment.

Mmm. Agency. I love having Agency. And an Agency.

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.

  • Loving the red lights. Letting them be the best kind of pause.
  • Pause. Paws!
  • Operation Rest Well.
  • Respecting the Seven Wells, while remembering that the First Well always comes first.
  • Remember? Remember? Rest is the first duty of the queen.
  • The labyrinth never lies.
  • I can tell people about the dream if I want to.
  • I have a piece of information I wish I didn’t have, and it needs to be shared. And at the same time: This Is Right. How can I do this with love and warmth?
  • This moment is beautiful. I just noticed something.
  • NPH. Nap or Nidration as a portalbridge to a healing.
  • Code.
  • Pleasure.
  • Is it time for Plum Duff? Let’s find out!

Repeats from last week.

Either because they’re good ones, or because they need some extra spaciousness.

  • Perfect simple solutions, suddenly visible!
  • Operation Why Yes I Am A Princess.
  • What do I need? What do I want?
  • Welcome, fears. Come this way. Straight to the hugging room! We have it all set up for you.
  • Sweet blissful steadiness.
  • Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.

The qualities inside of the wants:

The qualities from the last two weeks are still working for me.

Blissful steadiness. Wonder. Quiet. Trust. Radiating. Plenty. Glow. Precision.

And the superpower that I’m calling “If it’s the tool I’m using, then yeah, in this moment let’s let it be the right one for the job, and maybe that will also reveal the next tool…”

Also known as Acceptance and Curiosity.

Again again again. Seeing the secret holiness of everything.

Ways this could work.

Well well well well well well well.

All the wells.

Discuss the Seven Wells with Agent Pontini, who introduced the First Four. Is there a compass of well? Well? Well. Well well. Yes. Quite.

And same as last week: Plant more seeds. Seed more silence. Trust more. Nope, more than that. Recognize that the trusting itself requires trust. Be okay with not trusting, which is itself a form of trusting more! Like that.

I’m playing with…

Stop and breathe. Pause interactions, of all kinds, and say: Hey, I need to stop and breathe. And then doing it.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

I wanted a salve for things that are raw, and I got it.

It took a while, and the answer was: PLAY. Play was the salve. Not silence and not words, because both of those are only forms of play. The answer isn’t the form, the answer is in the playing.

What else? The Bolt Bus. Of course. Perfect. The reconfigurings and endings happened with ease, as requested.

Prom was both easy and not easy, but the not-easy was useful, and the getting out of it when I needed to get out of it was very easy.

Miracles and sweet, blissful steadiness were a lot more present than I expected them to be when I asked. I mean, wow. Lots of wow about both of those. I am feeling good, and taking things slowly.

Some of the scary things are still REALLY scary, but my reaction and responses to them are entirely different now, thanks in large part to the miraculous things that happened during Rally (Rally!) and to the new Buttmonster Coloring Book that we played with at Rally.

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 #248: trusting the yes

Friday chickenWhere 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?

Proxies.

I had a wonderful dream. And then I woke up from the dream and felt very sad that the thing that happened in the dream could not actually happen in real life.

So I used it as my proxy, and pretended that I was doing it.

Very many interesting things transpired as a result, including what might be the best superpower of all time: finding shortcuts wherever I look!

Ten breaths.

Stop and breathe. Stop and breathe.

Wait, pause, stop and breathe. Paws!

Play. Of course.

Play is always the answer. Play always has the answer.

Next time I might…

Get back to play sooner. Catch myself when I’m being dogmatic about tools, and remember that the point of the tool is the playing, not the tool itself.

The mysteries. Things I found challenging (and mysterious!).

  • The mystery of Sometimes Depletion is Part of Reality.
  • The mystery of Sometimes People Want To Hold On Really Tightly.
  • Saying a farewell that I didn’t want to say.
  • The mystery of expectations.
  • We had five people at Rally — a third of Rally — from Boston. They brought oceans of pain with them, including lots of other people’s pain. This was both useful and good, because we got a chance to test everything we play with at Rally in real time. The Playground is the ultimate experience in Shelter and Refuge, and it worked. But yeah, oceans of pain.
  • I can’t [verb the verbs that need to be verbed] when I am sick.
  • I hadn’t realized how much energy goes into doing [X] until I did it while not at capacity.
  • Oh, hello Day 2. You showed up on Day 3!
  • The mystery of The Pipedream Monsters. Aka the mobsters. Oh, they are the hardest..
  • That thing I used to love so much that I still love so much still desperately needs to be renamed.
  • Arguing with Incoming Me.
  • The quieter I get, the stronger my sensitivity to anything that is not resonant with my internal hum. I warned everyone at Rally as usual about strong force fields going out into the world. After Rally ended, I stayed in the Playground for several hours: cleaning up and having a long sweet yoga. When I went downstairs, I opened the door TWO INCHES, and the world outside was too much. Retreat-retreat.
  • How can I quit grad school if I don’t know what it is and I’m not actually in it? You see. This is a problem.
  • All I want right now is to be outside in the sun, but all the things I need to do involve being near outlets.
  • A shortcut is eluding me!
  • I am ten different kind of toast.

Things I found delightful.

  • Realization about why I am avoiding [all the things I’m avoiding]. It’s the Pipe Dream Mobsters. Monsters!
  • The dream told me what I wanted. Now I know what I want!
  • Planning the Ten Days Of Baths And Marveling.
  • Miracles.
  • Lady Bond is even more fun than Bond Girl. We wore all the best costumes too.
  • Shortcuts. Now known as portalbridges.
  • Ohmygod so many epiphanies from the things we did at Rally.
  • Rally! (Rally!)
  • Rally was amazing. So much appreciation, wonder and delight for the indescribable things that happen at Rally. I can talk about fun, the laughter, the sharing, the trust, the permission, the sweet companionship, the holiness of true play. But words don’t do it. Rally is magic. Lately I have been doubting so many things, and this was a strong clear YES THIS IS RIGHT to one thing that I do. Rally. My god. Thank you, past me for allowing Rally to come into the world.
  • I have a co-conspirator and this is wonderful.
  • On Wednesday I woke up healed: feeling like me again. Trusting. Steady. Grateful. Soaring heart.
  • Picnics in the park with Marisa. Flowers, sunshine, smiles, comfort.
  • Love. A heart full of love. Many different shades of love.
  • The Rally compass was exactly the right compass. It had everything I needed. Adventures of appreciation! Trust the yes!
  • I got to see Juno! And even though we didn’t really get to hang out, I got to hug her many, many times and glow at her from across the room.
  • Labyrinth knows.
  • Wisdom from playmate by way of an old video game: “Think of a locked door or a ferocious east not as a permanent obstacle, but merely a puzzle to be tackled.” Yes. I don’t tackle puzzles so much as flirt with them, but this was the right reminder at the right time.
  • […]
  • Much sparkling, glowing and wow.
  • My pirate queen quarters are becoming a giant blanket fort.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed:

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

Operation Diamond Replica.
Deleting one thousand words!
Operation G.O.P.I.C.N.I.C.
Operation S.H.O.R.T.C.U.T.
Wham boom! Wham boom!

Miracles.

Milagrotag. April 22nd was a day of miracles, including one so astonishing and not-in-accordance-with-the-matrix that I don’t even know how to think about it.

A reprieve that I never would have expected or even asked for: a whole extra month to take care of something that I wasn’t ready for. Wow.

Also Lira gave me stripper dust, and this is going to come in handy for a future mission.

Superpowers.

Superpowers I had this week…

The superpower of shortcuts everywhere.

And for next week…

The shortcuts (portalbridges) glow so that I see them before they show up.

The Freudian Typo (or autocorrect) Award.

Monsters became mobsters! And Monday became Mobday!

This was the best.

Also I said “I comeback” instead of I come back. This was true. I comeback!

Salve. Yours if you want it.

This week’s salve is the salve of I Never Wait In Line For My Own Swing.

It contains beads of certainty, trust, truth and sovereignty. Knowing that everyone else has their own playground. Lovingly insisting that everything that doesn’t need to be in your space leave quickly and peacefully. Reclaiming your swing.

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 recently played a duet with Garrison Keillor.

They’re called…

The Cheese Side Downs.

Their first album was Better Cream Cheese Than Blood, and they sing sweet ballads with many, many verses.

I was astonished to find out that it’s actually just one guy. Thank you, Richard.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

Are you on the list? Because Plum Duff is happening very soon…

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 #198: A salve for things that are raw.

very personal adsPersonal 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 always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!

Planting: Salve for everything that is raw.

The situation. And background.

Things are feeling raw right now, for many reasons.

Partly from having visited too close to some edges recently.

Partly from being a Highly Sensitive Person who needs far more quiet and spaciousness to get by than anyone else she knows.

Partly from being a person who lives in silence in what is either an increasingly noisy world or an already noisy world further amplified by my silence.

Mostly because of Boston, though. I lived nearly a third of my life in Tel Aviv. I experienced more than my fair share — fair? what is fair? — of bombings. Firsthand too. I have seen more bodies and blood than I care to. I have learned to navigate my way around PTSD. Mainly, I became both more sensitive and more jaded about [all kinds of things] than I ever want to be.

Sometimes it seems to me like those years made me hard in places where I want or expect to be soft, and soft in places where I need some more hard.

And I recognize this raw-meets-numb sensation. Where everything rubs. Where bitter and fearful come to the surface suddenly and with intensity. Where I feel nothing and everything at once.

What I want.

Quiet steadiness. Loving presence. To take exquisite care of myself and me-from-then who blocked out so much pain because she had to.

A salve for things that are raw.

The qualities inside of the wants:

Quiet. Softening.Presence. Strength. Steadiness. Plenty. Peacefulness. Shelter.

And the superpower of remembering that Now Is Not Then, Now Is Reminding Me Of Then, Which Is Not The Same Thing.

What might help?

  • Now Is Not Then.
  • Making safe rooms for the me who thinks that it is then.
  • Bringing a more capable me to the “front of the V”
  • Saying “I am here now”. Naming five things. Active practicing of presence.
  • Finding out what new boundaries might look and feel like. Trying them on like a costume.
  • Making space for myself. Away from social media, away from people with leaky force fields, away from expectations, away from noise.To the best of my abilities.
  • Conscious entry.
  • Emptying and replenishing. When and where I can.

What else?

Letting things be raw.

The raw is legitimate. The raw is temporary. The raw is not the whole truth of me.

This is me, finding out what things are like while they are raw. We’ll be at Rally, the safest place in the world for raw (and also for rah!).

I can also reread these posts:

And I can invent a salve. I know about pain. And I know about recovery from pain. There might be no one better equipped for Imaginary Salve-Making than me right now. So let’s play. I can play.

Anything else?

Bond has been very quiet during this rawness.

And it occurred to me, Bond goes through healing periods and growth periods too.

Maybe this rawness is a little bit like the period after one mission or adventure, before the new one has emerged. When you’re recovering from getting grazed by the bullets, and from adrenaline and loss, from all that jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Marrakesh or whatever.

This is the part where you land, and then there are some layers to slip off and sleep off.

Yes. Maybe Bond and I are holing up somewhere, in recovery mode. This rawness might prove to be useful then. This is something I need to learn more about.

I’m playing with…

Wearing trust like a costume.

Giving myself permission and legitimacy, over and over again. This raw-numb-grief-empty everything is natural and normal, expected and understandable. Yes, it is overwhelming. Yes, I don’t know yet how I’m going to take care of myself, but I’m committing to taking care of myself.

Commitment and presence. Commitment to presence. That’s what I’m playing with. And when I can’t do that because it hurts too much, that’s okay too. When I commit to presence, I’m also committing to being present with that, and letting that be completely reasonable too.

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.

  • I need to get from Vancouver, BC to Seattle, Washington on May 11 or 12. What I really want is a ride with someone. But I would also take recommendations for best way to do that. Train? Plane? Ferry? Weigh in, please. And while I appreciate-in-advance invitations to brunch and such, I will be in extra-silent-retreat mode for this particular trip, and will be avoiding social stuff. Another time!
  • Operation Word Plum, of course, of course.
  • All things that need reconfiguring now reconfigure sweetly and easily.
  • All misunderstandings dissolve in love.
  • Continuing to protect strong radiant glowing boundaries by continuing to gracefully decline everything that isn’t wildly appealing in that moment.
  • All endings are received with presence.
  • Spaciousness. Ease. Hopefulness.
  • The kind of healing that happens invisibly, under the surface, and suddenly ….Hey, didn’t that used to be a thing?
  • Perfect simple solutions, suddenly visible!
  • Operation Why Yes I Am A Princess.
  • Prom. Yes, I’m going to prom. As a chaperone. I know. Not even a proxy! How can this be easy? Hmm. Maybe it should be a proxy! Oooh, it could be my Rally project….
  • Miracles at Stompopolis! and in general.
  • Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.
  • Conduct. Breathe. Conduct. Breathe.
  • What do I need? What do I want?
  • Welcome, fears. Come this way. Straight to the hugging room! We have it all set up for you.
  • Sweet blissful steadiness.
  • Love.

The qualities inside of the wants:

Let’s stick with last week’s qualities. Those are good, and I can definitely use more of these…

Blissful steadiness. Wonder. Quiet. Trust. Radiating. Plenty. Glow. Precision.

And the superpower of using the tools available, and being glad they’re there.

Again again again. Seeing the secret holiness of everything.

Ways this could work.

Operation TRUST MORE.

Plant more seeds. Seed more silence. Trust more. Nope, more than that. Recognize that the trusting itself requires trust. Be okay with not trusting, which is itself a form of trusting more! Like that.

I’m playing with…

Something that came out of a compass meditation. “Trust in presence to steady the glow.”

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

Using silence to say the unsaid things worked surprisingly well, actually.

I had a number of potentially difficult conversations by post-it note and text, and they all went easily. I said a not-goodbye-but-farewell-for-now that was incredibly painful to do and that I have been avoiding for months, but I was able to do it with love and a heart full of sweetness.

And I didn’t say a lot of things, but it was okay that I didn’t say them. Also, hilariously, I got laryngitis. So that was kind of literal. Though since I already live in silence, I’m not sure that anyone noticed.

What else? Operation Tailor Tailor and Operation POSTPONE went well. I found out what the hat wanted! I asked Rebecca the thing I needed to ask. Prom dress is taken care of. A thing that needed to exit has exited, and gracefully. And conducting saved my ass this week.

While it was a week that was hard and painful, I am so pleased with everything I planted here, and with everything I learned from asking. So that’s a sweet reminder. This process is useful just through existing, sometimes I forget that.

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 #247: strengthening the sparkle.

Friday chickenWhere 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?

Trusting.

Someone I trust told me: “Your sparkle is strong today.”

It was a difficult day for me. I couldn’t feel the sparkle.

So I embarked on an adventure to strengthen it.

An adventure of trust.

Among the many things I learned: It is my perception that I am strengthening the sparkle. Reality is that the sparkle is there. The sparkle is plentiful and strong. It does not need strengthening.

So when I say that I am strengthening the sparkle, what I really mean is that I am strengthening my awareness of the sparkle, and my receptivity to seeing just how sparkly it is.

Getting sick.

Realizing that my life only works when I am full committed in all ways to blissful steadiness, and the practice of practicing.

It took being in a state where that was the only thing I could do in response, for me to remember that yes, that is in fact the only thing I want and need to do.

Asking for what I wanted.

Tea. Hugs. Spaciousness. Whispering. Play. Humming. More tea.

Next time I might…

Remember earlier that it is okay for me to want what I want. And that I have a much better chance of getting it if I give myself permission to want it.

The mysteries. Things I found challenging (and mysterious!).

  • Exhaustion.
  • The mystery of the Sore Throat and the Unsaid Things.
  • The mystery of goodbyes leading to more goodbyes.
  • The mystery of expectations.
  • Soaking up everyone else’s fear and panic, first about taxes and then about terror. The downside of being a Highly Sensitive Person.
  • Boston.
  • Related: Stuff from then.
  • Fear. Sadness. Doubt.
  • Dreams about people who are gone, apologizing for [things done or not done].
  • The mystery of Spring Fever, in all forms.
  • Someone I love in the hospital.
  • Nothing I can do that can help other than steadily radiating love.
  • People wanting me to do things other than steadily radiating love, and I can’t do those things because they interfere with my ability to steadily radiate love.
  • Related: The mystery of not everyone understands that silence is a gift.
  • The mystery of what is this phlegmtasmagorical coughpocalypse and WHEN WILL IT END.
  • Sometimes you don’t want the same thing as what someone else wants, and sometimes that is okay, but sometimes that is so very, very hard.

Things I found delightful.

  • A marvelous adventure to Hood River with the Vicar. With a visit to the fish, a sacred pilgrimage to Double Mountain, and some fun roller derby.
  • A bath in which my body told me a secret about healing.
  • Company and sweetness on a hard day. Words on top of words. Spells and script.
  • Safe rooms.
  • Magical weather reports.
  • Lilacs and tulips and lusciousness. Flowers everywhere.
  • There are people who love me, who are warm and steady in their comfort, without trying to fix or make better. And I am the most fortunate person in the world to have them in my life.
  • The robot of twelve, who is really the robot of twenty four. Thanks, Kyle.
  • Whispered words.
  • New superpowers.
  • Postcards.
  • Operation EDGELOVE and Operation FOUNTAIN. My heart overflows.
  • Trust. Adoration. Love.
  • Sometimes you want exactly what someone else wants, and you both want it in the same way and the same amount and together.
  • Marisa is back.
  • As a “woman of a certain age, etc etc”, I was thrilled to be referred to as an Obscenely Juicy Distraction this week. So. Um. Thank you. I am fine with that. Also: holy god, how is that not a band?
  • That feeling of “okaaaaaaaaayy I hope this works!”. I love it. It feels reckless and stupid and “why it’s so crazy it just might work. What a thrill. I much prefer being a crazed genius to just a genius. Especially after a long time of not feeling the fun. It’s starting to feel like a grand adventure again, and that is a very good sign indeed.

The most extraordinary thing from this week!

My intention that flowers and silence would solve everything that needed solving.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed:

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

Operation More Internal Spring Cleaning and Oh Wait Even More Difficult Goodbyes.
Operation Tailor Taylor set into motion.
Operation E.D.G.E.L.O.V.E. is happening.
Operation FOUNTAIN: joyfully out into the world!
Wham boom! Wham boom!

Miracles.

The miracle of Holocene from two weeks ago, which is also the miracle of being willing to be wrong, which is also the miracle of holy-shit-look-at-those-seeds-I-planted-coming-to-life.

The miracle of tulips.

Superpowers.

Superpowers I had this week…

Turning Emergency into Emergence.

Channeling grounded blissful steadiness. Tasting first fruits and saying thank you in my heart.

And for next week…

More of the same, please. And delighting in it.

Proxy for the week.

Bond is recovering from a wound sustained during the latest adventure, holed up in a Swiss chalet.

In slow, steady training for the next mission. And in the meantime, much debriefing.

The Freudian Typo (or autocorrect) Award.

“I hope you are well-trousered…”

It was supposed to be well-rested, but “trousered” kind of works. Why yes, I *am* well-trousered. To be said with a British accent, of course.

Salve. Yours if you want it.

This week’s salve is the salve of peacefulness. It works in both active and passive forms, and is incredibly steadying. I used it all week.

Here is the secret name of this salve:

I Now Bring Peacefulness Into Every Corner Of My Life And Kingdom, And My Thoughts Bring Me Peace In Return.

To be applied generously in any and all situations.

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 by way of Kyle.

Robot of 12.

Of course, as it turns out, it’s actually just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

We have Rally dates for 2014….

Rally! (Rally!)

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 #197: using silence to say the unsaid things

very personal adsPersonal 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 always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!

Planting: Using silence to say the unsaid things.

The situation.

I am sick. And worn out. And my throat hurts.

That’s not the situation though. That’s just the thing giving me the loudest information about the situation.

My body operates in pretty much purely symbolic ways. My throat only hurts when there is something I need to say that is not being voiced.

Which is pretty funny, if you think about it, since I don’t speak at all.

Anyway, it’s not particularly surprising. I can think of six separate situations where I have not said the thing that needs saying. And my Day of Wearing Courage Like A Cloak last week stirred up more of that.

What I want.

To say the things but not out loud.

To access a state of deep quiet and internal connectedness.

And then to find out what I would say if I were courageous, centered and speaking my personal Havi-truth.

To say it just for me.

For me. For me, to the forest, for the ocean, to the fountain. Like that.

The qualities inside of the wants:

Spaciousness. Softening. Forgiveness. Quiet. Steadiness. Plenty. Contentment. Release.

And the superpower of remembering that This Moment Right Now Is Right. Including this unraveling and falling apart, which is also right. Including not liking it. And knowing that in six months I will say “oh, that was a fortunate thing” but still resisting it right now.

I don’t have to like it. I don’t have to appreciate it. And I can still remember that nothing is wrong.

More about what I know.

Bond can help. Barrington can help. There is help and support.

Time and sleep and baths (which was last week’s secret Thing X wish). These can help.

And! One thing I have learned from silence and being silent is that silence really does heal everything.

Real silence (not shutting-up but intentional radiating quiet) is a gift of presence. It works all kinds of crazy wonders.

More about what I want.

It really is about responding with presence instead of words. With love instead of trying to give what I think the other person wants. And about taking care of the space around me and the space inside of me.

I also want to find out what I would say if I weren’t worried about apparent contradictions that might turn up in my answers, and how I would explain them.

Or: what I would say if I weren’t wondering how it would be received, or worried about how people would feel.

What I would say if I were saying it in a way that is so quiet and graceful that it’s really just channeling the bells of Havi Bell? That’s what I want. To be a clear conduit for “This Is What Is True For Me Right Now.”

With gentleness and curiosity.

No blaming. No placating. Just there, with love.

Oh something funny just happened. Funny in the sense of hahahahahaha AND weird-crazy. Also in the sense of oh-god-not-funny-at-all.

Just got a request from someone who believes that all kinds of things trump the gifts of silence. So silence is needed to quietly say what needs to be said here as well.

Ways this could work.

Buying a small notebook. Talking to Bond. Doing this together. Creating the best possible safe room.

I’m playing with…

Wearing courage like a costume.

Knowing and trusting that speaking truth — even through silence and when the other party can’t “hear” — is still powerful and effective communicatin.

Maybe even sometimes more so than actual conversation.

To meet monsters as they show up and talk to them too.

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.

  • Operation Tailor Tailor. I just had the most hilarious thought that possibly Taylor and/or Taylor would know about this.
  • What do you want, beautiful hat?
  • Operation P.O.S.T.P.O.N.E.
  • Ask Rebecca.
  • Continuing to protect strong radiant glowing boundaries by continuing to gracefully decline everything that isn’t wildly appealing in that moment.
  • Talk it out with Bond Girl.
  • Pleasure and Delight.
  • The kind of healing that happens with laughter.
  • Perfect simple solutions.
  • Operation Why Yes I Am A Princess.
  • Prom dress?! Hahahahaha. No, really.
  • Miracles at Stompopolis!
  • Fix the straps.
  • Vancouver.
  • Things that need to exit now exit gracefully.
  • Conduct. Breathe. Conduct. Breathe.
  • What do I need? What do I want?

The qualities inside of the wants:

Blissful steadiness. Wonder. Quiet. Trust. Radiating. Plenty. Glow. Precision.

And the superpower of finding support.

Seeing the secret holiness of everything.

Ways this could work.

Operation PLANT SEEDS.

Plant more seeds. Seed more silence. Trust what I know.

I’m playing with…

This is right.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.

Things that have already come to life: I wanted Thing X (lots and lots of bath time), and got it. And I got a second Beach Day! Operation FLOWERS happened in a big way. Same with conducting.

What else?

Everything else can percolate 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

The Fluent Self