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 #172: Oh! I want flowers.
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!
This week’s Visions are showing up later than usual because I have been deep-deep-deep inside of Crossing the Line: the Eight Day Voyage, which is this incredibly intense and wonderful retreat that I run.
We ended this afternoon, and I realized that I only want one thing this week, but it’s a big one.
Not physically big. Big as in: all-encompassing.
Thing 1: I want flowers.
Here’s what I want:
At the Crossing, each of has a mission!
But it’s a proxy-mission. Something that sounds unimportant and silly and maybe even kind of meaningless but then it ends up secretly standing in for the things you really want. It is both fun and sneaky!
My mission was Passionately Investigating Why It Is That Flowers Make Things Better.
I learned a lot about flowers. And even more about passion.
Also about space and presence, and transformation. Specifically the kind of transformation that happens without knocking down any walls: steady, gentle, grounded and sweet.
And I want to remember this. And so I want flowers. I want lots and lots and lots of flowers.
Ways this might work:
Actual flowers.
Representations of flowers.
Things that remind me of flowers or are symbolically flowers.
Things that are like flowers but not flowers.
For example, a beeswax candle also has beauty and scent. Like a flower, it radiates quietly but lovingly and with a certain quality of being.
I could walk in the rose garden even though the roses are gone.
I could go to the nursery and look at all the flowering winter plants.
People could send me flowers or drawings of flowers or pictures of flowers. Please do if you like!
There could just be lots of flowers.
I’m playing with…
Remembering that flowers are important. The most important.
Trusting my intuition. Trusting the mission.
Remembering that I live in the Rose City, baby. I am the Rose City. “We are the Roooooooooose City! You can’t stop us!”
Especially!
Letting lots of other things stand in for flowers while still remembering that ACTUAL flowers are important.
And!
Letting flowers stand in for lots of other things while still remembering that I can let the flowers do the work for me.
Also: fractal flowers. Ha. Yes.
Watering flowers. Watering me. With water, obviously. But also with flower essences. And with time and naps and softly glowing appreciation in my tingle-joy heart.
Internally blossoming. When it feels like it’s time.
And this is all I am wishing for this week because it is everything. Maybe this can also contain all the other wishes that need to be wished. Mmmm.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
Let’s see. I announced the end of an era, and that we are discontinuing the shiva nata starter kit and the non-sucky yoga kits (which had already sold out so I’m not linking). And apparently a big chunk of the remaining inventory sold. There are a few left!
I wanted to think differently about time, and ahahahahaaaa I did lots of that. But not even slightly in the way that I expected. Now that I have crossed the Crossing, I think differently about all sorts of things. But especially about time.
Then I wanted perfect simple solutions to two stuck interpersonal situations, and I have been letting these situations sit in a room full of harmonious resolution while at the Crossing. So I don’t know if they have changed at all, but I certainly feel calmer about them, which is a win.
And I wanted wonderful things from Crossing the Line, including the superpower of “painless wish-fulfillment”. And I am feeling good about this. Everything that I planted in the Crossing felt really steady and simple. Essence. I am liking this.
Playful 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.
Here or on your own or in your head. It’s all fine. Or call silent retreat!
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
If you’re looking for suggestions or heart-sighs or anything else related to your wish, you will need to ask for that because our default mode is giving 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 make space for people’s wishes.
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 #222: to the power of two!
In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
You guys! It’s chicken number two-two-two. Tutus for everyone! Three twos for everyone!
ALL THE TWOS.
For everyone.
The hard stuff
Man, I am wiped out.
This is the fourth year in a row I’ve run a weeklong retreat, and each time I get better at resting beforehand and setting things up for slightly-future me so that it doesn’t destroy me.
Well done, past-me.
And.
Teaching and facilitating is so much work, and I am tired. Happy-tired, for sure. And also: oh right, so tired!
Saturday.
I had a day of Doing A Million Things, none of which I wanted to do but all of which were necessary and vital.
And then I was in a mood, because doing a million things is not conducive to happy restful Havi.
Too many things.
There are too many things.
Rethinking plans.
Encountering old desires that are no longer relevant, old voyages planned that go in directions which don’t pull me.
Unresolved situation is still unresolved.
I haven’t been thinking about it because of the Crossing taking over my life.
And I am hoping that letting it sit while I [am going through the important things that I am going through] is going to somehow be good for it. That somehow one transformation will cause another one.
But also I would like this situation to just be resolved already.
My two favorite teams are in the world series and my heart is torn.
Usually it’s not even slightly a problem having two favorite baseball teams.
They play in different leagues and, let’s be honest, pretty much most of the time they’re both kind of terrible.
I honestly never imagined there would be a Tigers-Giants world series, and I feel ALL THE FEELINGS and I do not like it.
So it’s kind of nice to be really, really, really busy and not able to watch too closely. Because I can’t bear it.
The good stuff
The Crossing!
Crossing the Line is the most intense thing I teach. By a lot.
And I’m not doing it again for three more years, so this one is extra-intense.
It is AMAZING.
The people, the experience, the stuff we’re doing together. All of it. Big crazy transformation in the sneakiest ways possible.
I am thrilled about this group. I am delighted about what I’ve been discovering. I like everything about this astonishing thing that we are going through together.
Even better: we’re not done. We have until Tuesday to keep magic-ing!
I have more things to say about how great the Crossing is.
Actually, I could write volumes about the Crossing.
But right now I just want to say how wonderful it is to be in this space with these people. To hear the things people say to each other. Like this:
“Okay, so you want to cross from the courage side of the street to the permission side, and head three blocks in the direction of ease…”
Or this:
“I just discovered that I can’t simultaneously hula hoop and jump on a trampoline, or at least not if I’m also trying to take care of what I think other people need.”
Or this:
“Huh. I had absolutely no idea I knew so much about polynesian seafaring!”
And also these sentences make total sense. This world, you guys. It is fun and nutty and surprising and beautiful. And I am in it. In fact, it exists because of me. That is the most marvelous thing that I can think of.
Massive epiphanies. Extraordinary, indescribable epiphanies.
Realizations like mad.
Everything makes sense!
I forgot that last year’s Crossing was like this too. The things that I know right now! They are big.
Sweetness. So much sweetness. So very much.
That is all I have to say about that.
Preparation.
I took care of myself so well before the Crossing. I want all the sparklepoints!
The madness of Saturday aside, I spent so much time just caring for myself.
Baths. Napping. Writing. Quiet. Avoiding the world. Readying myself. Ritual. Space. It was fantastic.
And it changed everything.
Support.
The First Mate has been doing a thousand tiny things to make my life comfortable while I’m teaching, and I appreciate every single one of them.
Everything is different now.
I could not be in a more different place than I was before last year’s Crossing.
Everything I planted this week last year came true. In weird and unlikely ways.
And now this is an entirely new everything. And realizing that was really neat.
The return of the neverending playdate.
Playtime with my playmate made everything better this week.
It was everything I wanted and everything I needed. So much delight, so much discovery, so much play.
Heart-healing.
A truly astounding thing.
Marisa is here.
I could not be happier about this.
Also we jumped to the power of two, and this is good.
The things I didn’t know I wanted that showed up anyway.
Flamboyance. Frivolity. Frolicking.
Among other things.
Giants are killing it.
Even though it is breaking my heart because I love the Tigers so much, and it’s been almost thirty years, and oh I feel sad and conflicted!
Still. I admit. My heart is also soaring for the Giants.
I mean, come on. The pandas’s three home runs. Zito’s RBI. Lincecum coming in to close. Madbum being great. Pence’s crazy face. Pagan stealing second. Romo Romo Romo. Come on.
Yeah, fine. I’m really excited! Also really sad. But really excited!
Teaching without teaching.
We have been conducting and playing and experimenting and humming.
We are doing capers instead of exercises, configurations instead of groups, and somehow the less I teach the more I teach. Which is exactly how I wanted it to happen.
Clarity.
Yes.
Hilarity.
Laughing until tears.
Appreciation.
I have a heart full of tingle-joy appreciation. Not that the hard isn’t hard, because it is. But there is peacefulness too. And dozens and dozens of tiny deeply-felt thank-yous making themselves heard.
Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band is from my playmate. They’re loud. But not as loud as you’d think.
MENTAL FRANKENSTEIN HOUSES.
Though, of course, as you’ve probably already guessed, it turns out that it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
We’re out of the non-sucky yoga dvd packages, and getting closer to being done with the shiva nata starter kits.
This will be the last of them.
The page says there are 50 but that’s because I haven’t had time to update. It’s more like twenty, I think.
Also, all the outrageous epiphanies I have been having this week are because of the shiva nata we’ve been doing at the Crossing. I love this practice.
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 #171: remembering the superpower of Actually, No.
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: End of an era.
Here’s what I want:
So, hilariously, as soon as I made my renewed commitment to be true to my capital-V vision (remember?), all kinds of changes, big and small, began happening in the business.
As a result of doing a lot of meditating on what’s next, I’ve realized it’s time to discontinue the non-sucky yoga kit and the shiva nata starter kit.
We also won’t be stocking any dvds in the Toy Shop at Stompopolis.
But they’re still really great kits. They should get to be loved. So I want the last two dozen starter kits and the remaining yoga kits to find their way to their people, and to lovingly close this piece.
Ways this might work:
I can tell you guys. Here, in fact.
If you’re been thinking about a starter kit or a yoga kit, you could get one. While we still have them.
The Starter Kit is here: http://shivanata.com/learn-dance-of-shiva
(You can also choose to get just the dvd if you want.)
And the non-sucky yoga kit is here. We had three left and then the First Mate found a few more in the Toy Shop. So I think there are still three total. By the time I got around to publishing this, these were gone.
Okay. Now you know.
I could also write to the Havi’s Announcing a Thing list? And to the Floop. But I have a busy few weeks and I would really just like to close out this part of the business.
I’m playing with…
Letting things change. Trusting. Agreeing to the new.
Oh man. I wish there was an expression that meant the same thing as “surrendering to flow” that didn’t make me all twitchy. I can feel the feeling and it is beautiful and true. And I just don’t like the words.
Maybe that’s another ask. I need secret agent code for this!
Thing 2: Thinking differently about time.
Here’s what I want:
Actually I’m thinking about this in a number of contexts. How everyone I know is pretty much always more depleted than they realize. And yet we still overestimate our capacity.
And. I’d like to set aside three weeks prep time for next big event.
Past me was crazy smart and left me two whole weeks instead of one, which was brilliant, and then one got eaten by an emergency.
Obviously stuff always comes up. But still. Three weeks. One week for closing things down. One week for chrysalis and hiding.
And one week for holy shit things came up and I couldn’t close down.
There are other applications for this. It’s also related to my big realization about next year.
Ways this might work:
I’m planting it during the Crossing. Because everything that I planted at last year’s Crossing came true.
I’m playing with…
Knowing what I want.
Thing 3: Perfect simple solutions.
Here’s what I want:
Ease. Resolution. Containment. Trust. Presence. Simplicity.
Ways this might work:
The person who thinks they need something from me in compensation realizes that they have everything they need, and that I have endless love for them.
I’m playing with…
Believing that it can change that easily.
Or maybe I can’t believe that, but somehow my calm, steady, loving presence with this is changing how I experience this, and everything else.
Thing 4: The Crossing.
Here’s what I want:
Last year I ran an eight day retreat-thing called Crossing the Line.
And it was the most incredible thing that has happened in my life. It changed everything. (Laughs!) Dear god. It changed everything.
All the wishes came true, some in very unexpected ways.
Tonight we begin again. The second Crossing. I’m not doing this again for three more years. So this is the time.
Anyway, I know that a bunch of crazy wonderful things are about to start changing. And I am asking for ease, steadiness, sweetness, flow, simplicity, presence, pleasure and space.
And what B named “painless wish-fulfillment”. Yes please. May it be so.
From her lips to god’s ear. Amen and amen.
Ways this might work:
Trust. Faith. Surprises. Miracles.
It just could.
I’m playing with…
The superpower of Actually, Seemingly Impossible Things Do Not Have To Be Impossible At All, which will remind me to investigate whatever internal rules say otherwise.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted to add alligators, and I have been doing that.
Then I wanted to write about the eight rules that are not rules, and I realized that they are the rules of a game, and that two of them are secret. Yay.
Next I wanted next steps for a perfect simple solution, and I wrote a simple but difficult letter that is full of truth. And now I am not thinking about that situation until the Crossing is over.
My ask about the shavasana year planted *very* good things, and now I know what I want to do! Feeling good.
Playful 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.
Here or on your own or in your head. It’s all fine. Or call silent retreat!
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
If you’re looking for suggestions or heart-sighs or anything else related to your wish, you will need to ask for that because our default mode is giving 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 make space for people’s wishes.
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 #221: Let it be said.
In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
The hard stuff
Hard thing is still hard.
The situation that tore apart my week last week has greatly calmed down.
Gott sei dank.
But it’s still a situation. And I still am unclear as to how it will be lovingly and peacefully resolved.
I don’t know what to do or when or how.
Thrown for a loop.
Past me (that is, me-from-March) left a marvelous present for me from this week.
Except she didn’t tell me about it for some reason.
And I’m pretty sure that she wanted me to forget about the surprise until the last minute so that I couldn’t try to get out of it.
But. Finding out at the last minute threw me into chaos for a little bit.
Busy.
I did not like being busy, and this was very busy.
And then I had monsters about the busy and about the reasons for the busy, and about other people being too busy for me, and so on.
Scared.
I forgot about TRUTH (everything is okay), and went into fear.
An epiphany that I did not like!
Stupid incredibly useful realization!
I mean, I am actually thrilled to have this missing piece of information because it helps me solve an old stuck pattern from THEN.
But ugh it was right there the whole time.
Yup. Resistance to internal wisdom.
Deep tissue massage.
And the situation that required it.
Agh I hate this so much.
Any form of people pushing against what is, when I tell them what is.
For example, if I tell you that my whole body is tight and in pain because of [X traumatic things that all happened this summer], the proper response to that is something like oh sweetie, that sucks. It is not: WOW WHY ARE YOU SO TIGHT.
That is a small example of a bigger thing that keeps happening that I find annoying. I was in my stuff about this. The thing that is. Just deal with it, please. And then say: oh sweetie, that sucks.
Thoughts going round and round.
This resolved itself. But it took a while. And a lot of practice.
The good stuff
First ever Fake Beach Day a success, says Havi.
It wasn’t a beach, but it still kind of felt like beach day.
Except that I was cozy and warm and indoors while it poured down rain outside.
Also the morning of Fake Beach Day was spent at a cafe, and at this cafe was a sandwich. It wasn’t a life-changing sandwich like the one of a few Friday Chickens ago, but it was delicious.
And a smile. It was a very good smile. Very-very.
Chrysalis.
I spent most of this week on Chrysalis, preparing for the eight days of running Crossing the Line.
And talking intensely with slightly future me.
Hiding and retreating.
I spent my Chrysalis sleeping, napping, descending to the floor to be in a state of yoga, and taking lots of baths.
And writing. Avoiding everyone and everything.
It was BEAUTIFUL.
A surprise from past-me.
Past-me is a total wackopants crazed genius, let it be said.
Best present ever.
It might have taken me a while to be fully appreciative of the surprise, but man, what a great surprise. Brilliant.
I loved it.
Deep tissue massage.
It helped.
Support.
The Floop. The First Mate. Marisa. My playmate.
So very grateful.
Huge huge huge realizations.
So many things I understand now that I didn’t understand before. I have so much more information about what and why.
I see all the ways that I had forgotten the vision or wasn’t being true to the vision, but I also see all the ways that this was absolutely perfect.
And I know what is next, and I’m excited. Thrilled, even.
I met the newest version of slightly-future me, and she is amazing.
And not at all who I thought.
This is trippy!
Incoming me knows all this wild stuff about little-kid-me. She is bringing me back to things I knew and forgot.
Playtime playtime playtime playtime.
My playmate and I had playdates all week, and it was intense and beautiful and new.
Also we bonded over a secret serum (pun noticed and rejoiced over).
I am loving every moment of this.
I stopped being scared.
Because I remembered.
Endless yoga.
This week I spent at least three hours a day in yoga time.
Normally this much yoga-ing means either a very happy Havi, or a not-doing-great Havi who is self-medicating.
And while it’s true that it was a lot of pain that reminded me to descend to the floor, once I was there everything got better.
This week was a taste of how things are when I am taking care of myself first and as the main thing that I do. This was important.
Also I did Long, Slow and Deep each night that I was gone (four nights in a row), and that was pretty incredible. Thank you, again, Gaye. And thank you, Bryan. And thank you, everything that ever happened that brought me to this.
The young doorman who said “YOU’RE sunny!” and then stared at me with puppy eyes.
Sometimes being flirted with is the cure to everything.
Tigers made it to the world series.
I feel strongly about this. And about how great this is.
Let’s not talk about the Giants, because I can’t even stand to think about it. We’ll deal with whatever happens tonight next week.
Right now we’re just rejoicing for the Tigers.
Background: I was a kid in Michigan in 1984, and that world series was just about the most exciting thing that ever happened ever.
Tabstravaganza! Or: what’s Havi been up to with all those open tabs?
- This piece on how to fake your way through Spinoza is the funniest thing I have read in a long time. Via my brother who is @ezbrooks in the Twitter bar.
- I really have no idea why everyone I know does not own a monocle, come on people.
Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band is brought to you courtesy of the First Mate…
Gravity Is Getting Stronger.
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
The shiva nata starter kit and the non-sucky yoga kits are being discontinued. These are the last of them.
This is your chance if you want it.
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 #170: Just add an alligator.
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: Just add an alligator.
Here’s what I want:
It is now the season when it is far too cold and wet to hold Beach Day — my so-called “clandestine executive business meeting” — on an actual beach.
So I hid in a cafe and held Beach Day there. Built some invisible sandcastles.
And I met two lovely people who reminded me, accidentally, about the importance of adding alligators. When in doubt, just throw in an alligator. Everything is better when you add alligators.
What this means (to me, right now) is this: how can something that I’m currently taking way too seriously become a little more lighthearted and playful?
So I want to remember this question over the coming week and beyond. And I want to apply alligators to some things that feel stuck.
Ways this might work:
We have lots of alligators (they’re called alligatoroos) at the Stompopolis and the Playground.
I can ask the question. How would this situation change if I added alligators?
And of course I can conjure up silly little creatures to follow me around. Like this guy, who is not really an alligator but close enough, also what a schmoo-face!
/—{^~^}
I’m playing with…
Adding more alligators. Applying alligator to every possible situation until it is either funnier or less annoying.
Thing 2: Writing about the 8 rules that are not really rules.
Here’s what I want:
To get this material out of my head and onto paper/computer in some form.
Ways this might work:
Talking it out with Harmony. Or with Marisa. One of those people is real!
Maybe doing some stone skippings.
I’m playing with…
Setting the wish here. Finding out what I know about this.
Thing 3: The next steps in a perfect simple solution.
Here’s what I want:
The not-amicable situation has become a significantly-more-amicable situation but there is still a lot to hammer out.
And I don’t have any bandwidth for this right now because I’m deep in preparation for Crossing the Line, the eight day event that I am leading.
So I need a perfect simple solution to reveal itself please.
Ways this might work:
I don’t know.
I’m asking.
I’m playing with…
Doing yoga on it. Sleeping on it. Putting it in water.
Thing 4: The shavasana year.
Here’s what I want:
I’m going to embark on an experiment that has to do with emptying out and replenishing, deep exit to prepare for entry.
And I want to investigate what that might entail.
Ways this might work:
I plan to take this question and this desire with me into the Crossing.
And let it unravel and reconfigure.
I’m playing with…
Legitimacy: wanting the thing that I want even when it feels counterintuitive or problematic.
Presence. Patience. Simplicity. Pleasure.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
Huh. Last week’s asks were remarkably effective.
I wanted a home for the Wishing Hour, and now that home is Fridays. This also solves my ask from two or three weeks ago about changing how I do Fridays.
Then I wanted to stay true to the Vision, and while that happened in kind of a weird way, it has absolutely been happening. Everything that is not part of the vision is just dropping away.
Next I wanted a swift and loving resolution to a tragic misunderstanding, and that is well on the way. We’re still sorting out details, but the deep anger that was directed at me has subsided, and been replaced with curiosity, compassion and a willingness to negotiate. Thank god.
Then I wanted stuff to change with Thursdays, and actually metaphor mouse helped me figure out the perfect thing.
And I wanted to shorten the Embarking Anthology, which did not happen at all because of the giant emergency that took over my life last week, but I have thoughts about how I want to do this. And it is related to adding alligators. So there.
Playful 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.
Here or on your own or in your head. It’s all fine. Or call silent retreat!
I’m receptive to warm wishes for the things I’m working on and playing with.
If you’re looking for suggestions or heart-sighs or anything else related to your wish, you will need to ask for that because our default mode is giving 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 make space for people’s wishes.
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