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 #187: I put the treat in silent retreat.
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 always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!
Note! I am away on silent retreat at the VICARAGE.
So this week’s visions will be quieter than usual because: silent retreat!
Thing 1: Noticing all the noticings.
Here’s what I want:
To notice all the things that want noticing.
To be with them. But mainly to be with myself while I notice them.
The qualities inside of the want:
Quiet. Attentiveness. Receptivity. Shelter. Spaciousness. Containment. Belonging. Pleasure. Welcoming. Strength. Congruence. Harmony. Readiness. Willingness. Trust.
And the superpower of looking up at the right moment.
Ways this might work:
It might take some crying. It might take a lot of walking.
I’m playing with…
Remembering that there is time.
And if I stop or if I forget, nothing is wrong.
Thing 2: Giving myself permission.
Here’s what I want:
To give myself permission.
Permission to do, permission not to do. Permission to want and permission not to want. Permission to like and permission to not like anything. Including permission!
The qualities inside of the want:
Tenderness. Vulnerability. Pleasure. Safety. Curiosity. Shelter. Patience. Wonder. Play. Desire. Quiet. Listening. Curling up. Rest. Contrast. Breath.
And the superpower of This Doesn’t Have To Be Fraught Because It Can Be Playful.
Ways this might work:
I do have a slip…
And you know what else has a slip? A boat.
I’m playing with…
Talking to Incoming Me about this.
Thing 3: Everything that is not here fades away.
Here’s what I want:
While I am at the Vicarage I am not thinking about Stompopolis or Hoppy House or the playmate or [challenging thing] or [X].
I mean, it is quite likely that I will think about all these things. And maybe that will be great. Perspective! But mainly what I want is to have these things feel loved but not like something I need to focus on.
What I want is to be completely in the experience of Vicarage-me and how she is while at the Vicarage. I want to be living the essence of the Year of Emptying & Replenishing (Y.E.A.R.)! (password: compass).
The qualities inside of the want:
Presence. Commitment. Steadiness. Grounding. Alignment. Resonance. Radiance. Humming and glowing.
And the superpower of being both a light and a bell.
Ways this might work:
Silent retreat.
I’m playing with…
Silent retreat.
Noticings about the things I want this week…
Presence. It’s big. Both being present, and being present with my own presence, and being present with everything that is present. Also: presents.
All the presence/presents. May it be so.
Bonus wishes, please!
Some of these are secret agent code and some of them are things I’m silent retreat-ing on. Some are qualities that will help. And some are almost pre-wishes: tiny seeds for future processing.
- Presence.
- The compass.
- Remembering what matters.
- Making space for all the things that need space.
- Smiling.
- Balance.
- The clue that me-from-five-years-ago knew about: it has to do with an island. This is the fifth place of the five places, my love.
- Treasure.
I’m playing with…
Putting the treat in silent retreat.
Paying attention. Getting quiet. Even quieter than that.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I’m going to take a silent retreat on this too. Will report back once I’ve returned and landed.
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 #236: Havi Bell is far away
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.
I am currently away at the VICARAGE, and I am both on silent retreat and also taking silent retreat!
So this will be a very brief chicken, and, as always, a space for you to play if you like.
What worked?
Trusting. Playing. Experimenting.
I borrowed from Rally (Rally!) the idea that Everything That Happens At Rally is Part Of Rally, Even When It Feels Like It’s Taking You Away From Rally.
In other words, even when not-relaxing things happen as I am away on silent retreat, they are somehow part of the bigger experience and they are potentially useful/important.
Deciding in advance this is the filter for an experience has an astonishing effect on how I feel.
Next time I might…
Take more time for entry.
As always: preparing for the voyage makes everything better.
The hard.
- Being off, because: time off. Even when it is what I wanted.
- Doubting myself.
- Missing. (Things, people, occasions, moments, colors, smells…)
- Longing.
- Seeing truth.
- Knowing that this time is going to end sooner than I think.
The good.
- Horizon.
- Water.
- Body.
- Time.
- Space.
- Peacefulness.
- Glowing.
- Seeing truth.
- Presence.
- The compass.
- Being the pirate queen, on the water.
- Freedom and spaciousness. Pleasure and grace
Superpowers!
A superpower I had this week…
The superpower of knowing that there is a time and a place for everything, and following my instinct about when and where.
And a superpower I want next week.
Remembering why this is important.
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 from Richard and they play loud, happy swing tunes. Give it up for my new favorite act:
Slam O’Clock
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
I recommend the thing that I used most this week: the monster coloring book and manual.
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.
Year of The Mystery. And the Bagel. Come in, come in!
Five cafes that count among my regular haunts. Three are named for animals. Well, two are named for animals and one ought to be.
And one is the kind of place where I just can show up and say: FEED ME. They know what I like.
But mostly they know that I like being surprised.
Wait! That is not true, I do not like being surprised. But I like certain kinds of surprises very, very much.
Hmm. Speaking of surprises. I like this kind. Wheee! Digression! Where are we going?
Let me follow this rabbit hole for a minute and see what I know about this, because who knows, maybe it’s useful in the context of 2013: Year of The Mysterious Mystery Bagel.
Surprises I do not like:
Parties. Oh dear god never make a surprise party for me.
Also definitely do not propose marriage to me in public! Or at all, actually.
Unless you are that super great person from my last teleclass-thing who proposed by email: that was adorable and I like you.
Surprises I like:
What is going to happen next? What kind of delicious sandwich are you making me right this second? What colors are the secret flowers going to be?
What delightful crazy adventure are we going to have today? Oh, hello, day! What kind of marvelous trouble are we going to get up to today?!
Also surprises like the one that is happening right now. I thought I was writing a post about 2013 and possible about bagels, but now I’m investigating my relationship with the word and experience of being surprised. I like this.
I like discovery. Discovery and play. This is probably not news. Anyway.
Sometimes I want to be surprised but not very surprised.
Ahhh. Yes. What I really want is just a taste of the surprise.
Like when I go to the Monkey and get a Wicked Awesome on a mystery bagel.
The sandwich is not the surprise, just the bagel. And really it’s not a surprise at all because they’re kind of expecting it. And then Grey and I will laugh about this, which is also not a surprise.
It’s a tiny surprise, wrapped up inside of comforting ritual and wanting-what-you-want.
It’s warmth and familiarity, with an element of not-knowing. You open doors that lead to unknown places, except you set off for these adventure from a state of great steadiness. Steadiness and comfort.
As opposed to a giant falling-apart-of-everything-you-know, which is a pretty accurate description of what 2012 looked like for me.
So yes. I’m thinking about this new year.
And I’m thinking about conscious entry, and I’m thinking about bagels. Mystery bagels. Also mystery in general.
Because the two main things I want for this coming/incoming/already-here new year are not at all contradictory. But they might seem to be on the surface.
I want things that I’m putting under the category of VITALITY:
Liveliness. Passage. Voyage. Adventure. Pleasure. Delight. Wonder. Exploration. Treasure. Life force.
And I want things that I’m putting under the category of SHELTER:
Ease. Mildness. Oh, beautiful mildness. Sweetness. Resonance. Grounding. Sanctuary. Rest.
Wonderfully exciting things happen. But softly. There is harmoniousness and congruence. Spaciousness and presence. And gentleness. So much gentleness.
And most of all: there is time.
That’s what I want.
With no internal contradictions. All of these lovely qualities of the voyage are related to each other. They’re not mutually exclusive.
I want to believe that I can have adventure and mildness, surprises and familiarity, newness and comfort. In all kinds of different ever-changing configurations.
I want to know in the deepest possible way that these qualities somehow enhance each other instead of being at odds canceling each other out. And I don’t have to know how.
What else to I want to experience in 2013?
A conscious, loving, play-filled relationship between me and myself, between me and everything I encounter.
Extraordinary sandwiches. Not a euphemism.
Voyages and proxy-voyages.
The humming castle. Moving in to the humming castle.
Supporting the hum of the humming castle by humming my own happy hum, by caring for the well-being of my own happy hum.
What it is like to not be depleted, to not run my life from a state of depletion: this is the purpose of year, my sabbatmobile secret-sabbatical, and also of the Year of Emptying & Replenishing. Password: compass
Secret spy op: OPERATION TREASURE.
Because everything is better with secret agent code.
Operation TREASURE is the compass/container that holds everything I want to do, feel and experience in 2013.
It contains all the superpowers of Mystery Bagels, Mysterious Bagels, and mystery in general. It contains everything I like about surprises, and everything I like about safety.
And all the qualities that are not-at-all contradictions.
Also, like many of my secret spy ops, it’s a secret acrostic, because that makes everything better.
In Operation T.R.E.A.S.U.R.E., the qualities come in pairs:
Trust and Tingliness.
Resilience and Receptivity.
Effortlessness and Effervescence.
Anticipation and Adventure.
Sovereignty and Serendipity.
Unity and Uncovering.
Resonance and Radiance.
Ease and Excitement.
Hello, 2013. Come in, come in! With sweetness and delight.
We’re already nearly a month into this new year.
And for me this process of entry has required some time. That’s part of what I’m working on this year: letting things take as long as they take, resisting the urge to hurry them along.
Hello, shining new year.
Here’s my commitment:
To take exquisite care of myself, when I can, if I can, to the best of my ability.
To spend as much time as possible getting quiet, breathing, getting close to the ground.
To spend time with you, my year. To be with you at the beach and at the cafe and at the Playground and at Stompopolis. To taste you in every bagel. To blow you kisses and whisper sweet words of love.
To care for you by taking care of me.
To release rules about how things should be, how you should be, how I should be, what I should be doing with you. To let it all be a wonderful surprise.
Come in, come in, come in. Let’s play.
Play with me! The commenting blanket fort.
You can also play with the new year if you like: plant wishes, whisper the whisperings.
I am also receptive to: hearts, pebbles, things sparked for you, warm wishes for this new-ish year, naming of qualities that you like, silly names for bagels, any or all of the above.
As always, Playground culture applies: we are all taking a break from advice-giving and caretaking. We’re here to be and to play.
Love, as always, to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers, and everyone who reads.
Visions #186: Bell Time
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 always get useful information about my relationship with various aspects of the ask. Join in if you like!
Thing 1: Delight-filled passaging.
Here’s what I want:
I’m about to leave for two weeks at the VICARAGE, two entire weeks without phone or internet or anything to do.
This will be the first time since starting the business that I’m taking real time for myself. No agenda and no plan. And — here’s the thing — as an intentional practice instead of the way I used to end up with time “off”: usually because I’m falling apart or this close to a massive breakdown. Me and time, we’re going to hang out.
Except… well, I’m pretty sure that the second I land in the VICARAGE all will be lovely. It’s the part about getting to the Vicarage that I’m a little worried about.
So this is partly an ask about conscious entry and passage. And partly about releasing the worry or learning more about it so I can talk to it.
I want for the entire passage there to feel sparkly and intentional: I am here, I am ready, I am committed to this, I am finding clews and things to delight in.
The qualities inside of the want:
The eight qualities of V.I.C.A.R.A.G.E., of course: Vitality, Internal, Compass, Alignment, Resetting, Accessing, Glow, Energized.
I’m also going to add to this: Spaciousness. Sovereignty. Presence. Delight. Crossing. Transition. Wonder. Surrender. Trust. Welcoming.
And the superpower of Remembering That Nothing Is Wrong.
Ways this might work:
Well, setting it up for Incoming Me.
Having plenty of snacks. Calling on Barrington to help. Bringing a buttmonster to keep me company. Possibly wearing the rainbow boa (constrictor!). Having the strongest possible force field. Planting wishes.
I’m playing with…
Learning more about what I want (or: what I think I want), and what that might look like.
Thing 2: To learn even more about Silent Retreat.
Here’s what I want:
This is sort of a proxy and also not at all a proxy.
Since I am going to be on silent retreat for the two weeks of VICARAGE (and I am also silent retreating about what/where that is, I might as well learn more about what it is and why it works.
The qualities inside of the want:
Curiosity. Exploration. Presence. Play. Safety. Protection. Sanctuary. Shelter. Spaciousness.
And the superpower of always having the right buffer phrase!
Ways this might work:
Come up with a list of buffer phrases and secret agent code.
The Silent Retreat shirt.
I’m playing with…
(silent retreat!)
Thing 3: Pleasure.
Here’s what I want:
One of the things I’m going to be paying attention to at the Vicarage is pleasure.
How it feels to get quiet enough to follow those silver threads of instinctive pull.
The qualities inside of the want:
Attentiveness. Mindfulness. Alertness. Play. Curiosity. Sensitivity. Sensuality. Texture. Touch. Light. Dance. Movement. Swaying. Rhythm. Breeze. Breath. Flow. Wonder. Receptivity. Anticipation. Stillness. Presence. Solitude. Silence. Immersion. Truth.
Ways this might work:
Conducting. Old Turkish lady yoga. Writing. Compassing and encompassing. Walking. Being close to the water. Even closer than that.
That is the part about doing.
There is also a part about the not-doing. Not just the no-phone and no-internet. But choosing more NO. Creating even more space. This will be like my chrysalis in Astoria. I’m not there to see the sights, read novels or watch television.
I’m there to find out what I want. And to meet Incoming Me, the version of me who knows about things like vitality and trust and secret flowers.
I’m playing with…
Trusting that my understanding of this word (whispers: pleasure!) can change, as can our complicated relationship.
Putting it here, which feels brave and a little terrifying.
Noticings about the things I want this week…
The part about sanctuary and shelter. That seems really big. It’s almost like having a canopy of peace, isn’t it. Interesting. I also liked this piece about solitude and immersion. I can’t wait to find out where that will lead.
Bonus wishes, please!
Some of these are secret agent code and some of them are things I’m silent retreat-ing on. Some are qualities that will help. And some are almost pre-wishes: tiny seeds for future processing.
- The invisible companion.
- A special force field that repels small talk.
- Courage!
- Radiance.
- The most easy and efficient packing experience ever.
- All doors open for me. Especially automatic ones.
- All roads lead to the Vicarage.
- I am here now. I want to be here now.
- Bell Time Visions.
I’m playing with…
Love for past-me who set this up. Love for the me who is coming in. Love for the me at the front of the V right now.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted a strong container for these nine days before taking off for the Vicarage. And while I’m still in it, I can say that yes, this has been hugely helpful. Especially the part about “with love”.
Next I wanted nine forms, with play. It really helped. This is the first time I’ve *ever* set so much stuff up in advance before traveling, and it’s kind of blowing my mind. Yay Floop for all the help.
Then I wanted nine pages, with laughter. And there has definitely been laughter.
A good week, all in all.
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 #235: the sidewalk said so
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?
Napping.
Strategic healing naps! Also just crawling into bed when things were not working.
Sometimes even for three or four hours. Exactly what was needed.
(Also fun: each time I decided that I would wake up with a useful realization. And then I did.)
One thing each day.
The You Must Do All The Things monsters and time gremlins were not so into this plan, but they agreed to let the Internal Scientists test it out.
Getting the one thing out of the way felt so good that we often did a lot more than the one thing. Things got done. Evidence!
Using Pandora to take breaks.
Whenever a commercial comes on, I turn off the sound and sit and breathe and smile.
Thank you, reminder to rest. The commercials used to be jarring and annoying, taking me out of play-mode. Now they are my ally, conspiring to help me pause (paws!), which makes play-mode even better.
The Very Personal Ads.
Everything I asked for on Sunday was useful, but especially how I set it up.
The nine shapes were just the right thing.
Consulting the Book of Me.
I almost planned a fun hanging-out thing for last Saturday but the Book of Me and the Dammit List were very clear that on the day of a roller derby bout nothing else can happen. The Book of Me was right.
Next time I might…
Remember that most problems can be solved by napping.
Also most problems are not problems, they just look like problems.
This is interesting. I am learning more about this.
Look at my notes about stones.
I know so very much about stones.
Use a proxy.
Yay, proxies!
The hard.
- Everything breaking.
- Seriously, everything. Jar, mug, glass, shoes. Ripped shirt. Spilled more than half of the Very Expensive Bottle of [thing-Havi-loves]. Monsters wish me to specify that it was not an alcoholic substance, this was not drunky-clumsiness!
- Being at the Coliseum is the worst. Overwhelming and exhausting.
- Stones being stones.
- Stones disappearing. Time passing and realizing that the stone is gone.
- In general not hearing from people.
- A fun thing becoming much less fun.
- Fizzle fizzle. Why so much fizzle.
- Insecurity monsters turned crossed wires and misunderstandings into Hard Evidence of (doom).
- Too many things.
- That one question that I am so sick of.
- Avoiding friends and people I love because they can’t stop asking that one question. Needed: buffer phrase!
- Super scary phone call from the Denver police. Everything is okay now!
- How are all the things going to be handled? Oh right. That’s the wrong question.
- Running into a huge amount of grief.
- And then also fear of the grief. Fear that if I stop doing all the time I will be alone with all that sadness.
- Toozday I had plans for a Doing Day, but it turned into a have a panic attack and go to bed day.
- Big stress over the elections in Israel. Also… not exactly guilt but something about not going back to vote.
- Finally got some time with the playmate but instead of playing I just cried for an hour straight.
- The moment of saying, “Well, it’s better than nothing.” Ugh.
- End of the Floop, my Floating Playground. We had a gorgeous year together and I have so much love for what we did there.
- Forgetting truth.
The good.
- It’s roller derby season again. I could not be happier about this.
- Getting to see GNR (the team I’ve sponsored for four seasons) kick ass and come back from a deficit of fifty points to beat the Heathers!
- Seeing Scald and Shrew and Eclipse and all my friends. I am so rarely up for the socializing, but when I am it’s so great to see people I love.
- Actually, it was the week of social. I had (unsurprisingly-fantastic beer!) with Al and Richard at Uprising, and with @vicarpac at Saraveza, and everything about this was LOVELY.
- Writing a hard thing but not caring.
Not caring about all kinds of hard because (superpower!) I suddenly remembered about how Nothing Is Wrong, and then nothing was.- No, seriously. Nothing Is Wrong. Even the sidewalk said so.
- Saturday: sleeping in and napping, and having a not-doing day.
- My missing playmate is back! Playdates throughout the weekend and on Wednesday morning.
- Being wrong about everything!
- Discovering that all the hard things this week were actually good things!
- Incoming me.
- A long talk with Alon about all the right things.
- As the very mysterious note that arrived this week said, there are people.
- Incoming me.
- Once I realized that the Hall of Mirrors Insecurity Effect was in place, I was able to stop believing the monster-evidence for Everything Being Wrong.
- The moment of saying, “Well, it’s better than nothing.” (Yes, this goes in the good too!)
- Gazelle state. Dance class.
- Phone call at the exact right time.
- Ahahahaha it was all a misunderstanding. Just like on every sitcom ever, and just like I always say at Rally (Rally!) — assume misunderstanding.
- The best ever plans for Thursday! I had to cancel them but that didn’t take away any of the delight over their existence.
- Less than a week until I’m at the VICARAGE!
- I love this year’s Floop so much and I am delighted about next year’s.
- I feel peaceful and happy.
WHAM BOOM! Operations completed this week:
The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this op is done, baby! It is often shortened to WHAM boom.
Operation STOCKINGS Wham boom!
Operation RESTOCKINGS Wham boom!
Operation NINE FORMS Wham boom!
And two-thirds of Operation Room Glow! Whoosh Ha Mastadon Boom! Wham Boom! Wham Boom!
You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.
Superpowers!
A superpower I had this week…
The superpower of What If Nothing Is Wrong! I had this so hard this week. Things were wrong, but they weren’t wrong for me. I was there for it.
And then when they were wrong, it was still good.
The day of panic was good! I woke up from my nap with a HUGE and vital realization that I never would have had otherwise.
The hour of crying with my playmate revealed a giant hall of mirrors where my insecurity monsters were playing. It also revealed that something I thought was a deep feelings problem can actually be solved with logistics.
The pain over the stone disappearing reminded me that each stone has a purpose (if not several), and that my job is to enjoy the stone as a stone. If it’s gone, it’s gone. If it’s not, it’s not. There are always more stones. And then the stone returned anyway, as stones often do. Nothing is wrong!
And a superpower I want next week.
The superpower of stopping to remember.
From the archives.
- The thing you think is less important is actually more important than the thing you think is the most important.
- Beacons.
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 called
Bowl of Socks!
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
Prices for the 2013 Floop and the Year of Emptying & Replenishing (password: compass) go up next week.
Also, some of the Y.E.A.R. options include the Floop.
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.