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.
Very Personal Ads #150: but is it luscious?
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these VPAs 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!
Oh, hey there, VPAs.
As always happens right after Rally (Rally!), I have way more information about what I want… both in life and in general.
And I feel less conflicted about wanting it.
On the other hand, I’m also hyper-conscious of all the things that aren’t working or feel incongruent.
Anyway, all my asks this week have to do with Hoppy House, and giving my home some serious warm, loving attention.
Thing 1: changing/adjusting my concept/definition of “home”.
Here’s what I want:
This word needs some rewriting.
Or: I need to give it a new definition.
Either way, I want to feel less conflicted and more sparkly about this thing that is HOME and a home for me.
Ways this could work:
I can invite metaphor mouse to come and save the day!
I can OOD it.
And I can reread my post about how everything is a home for everything else, and maybe that will spark some things.
Also, I can interview Slightly Future Me since she’s already figured this thing out.
I’ll play with…
Getting quiet.
Investigating internally and looking at threads and themes. Like hidden associations, personal style, desire, etc.
Thing 2: new curtains for the kitchen.
Here’s what I want:
I am done now — now? now! — with things that belonged to Claudia, even the things that I like.
Suddenly it seems very important for my space to hold all — and only — things of my choosing.
Some of that is impossible at the moment, of course. But it’s a theme. And I’m following it. Seems like an important symbolic change.
[And yes, I just realized this is actually a proxy for another thing.]
Ways this could work:
Didn’t someone recently tell me about a place where they had tiny kitchen-window curtains?
I can’t remember.
I’ll play with…
Looking, exploring, thinking about color and pattern.
Also I want to talk to Rebecca’s friend, who will have ideas.
Thing 3: tablecloths, kind of.
Here’s what I want:
Beautiful, fun, lusciously patterned tablecloths.
Okay, so here’s the thing about this one. When I was on chrysalis and then at Rally last week, Luscious Me made a surprise appearance.
As it turns out, she’s hilarious, feisty, very opinionated, and she wants EVERYTHING to feel luscious.
Sometimes (most of the time) I do not have even the slightest idea what that means. But then I’ll be considering a thing, and she’ll ask: “But is it luscious?“.
And then I have to admit that no, it isn’t. Then we find a solution that *is* luscious, and everything is better.
So if she says tablecloths have to be luscious, then they have to be luscious.
Ways this could work:
There’s a place in Multnomah Village that might have what I’m looking for. But I will also peek downtown.
I’ll play with…
Trusting my instincts.
I don’t know why it’s so hugely important to Luscious Me that we have tablecloths now and this particular kind and that they be “luscious”…
But it seems like it’s really a big deal, so I’m just going to go with it.
And if the monsters don’t like it (they don’t!), we can ask the board of internal scientists to test the hypothesis that Luscious Me might have a point. And then we’ll take notes.
Thing 4: the hamsa
Here’s what I want:
Ways this could work:
Staying focused on the qualities involved inside of this want:
Beauty. Permission. Safety. Steadiness. Truth. Remembering. Signs. Trust. Sustainability. Transition.
I’ll play with…
Drawing it.
Thing 5: writing out the dream.
Here’s what I want:
I finally got a glimpse (thanks to a spectacular shivanautical epiphany) of what I want my house to look and feel like.
Now I’d like to document as much of this as possible and write the vision into being.
Ways this could work:
Sitting. Waiting. Playing.
Skipping some stones.
I’ll play with…
The part about permission to want.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
You guys! Last week was AMAZING. Hard, but amazing. And the Very Personal Ads (which I wrote on the bus back to Portland) seemed so far-away and impossible, but then the most incredible and astounding things happened anyway.
The ask about taking my time and permission to take time was hugely helpful.
Then I wanted help with my ongoing investigation into my new role at Stompopolis, and I had a massive epiphany that completely solved everything.
I had lots of asks related to Rally (Rally!), and they all came true.
The BIG ask was about courage, and it was there when I needed it. In fact, I kind of snuck in a mini-ask inside of that ask, hoping that the courage would show me the next step so I could do the thing eventually. But I was able to do the thing immediately!
Also I wanted to use Playing Hooky as my proxy mission for Rally, and that was surprisingly useful.
There was something about Revue, which also happened.
And then I wanted a toiletry bag but not to call it that. And I totally did not explain that ask very well, sorry! I wanted the bag itself to put the containers in, not the containers/system, but that didn’t come across very well. A lesson to me in being more clear, which I can always use!
Thanks, Jesse, for suggesting the just-right thing, and to absolutely everyone for being loving and creative and throwing lots of ideas out there. Yay, VPAs!
Play-filled comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.
- Wanted: Your own personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like.
- You can also do these on your own or in your head. You can always call silent retreat!
- Leave your gwishes! Throw things in the pot!
- Things we try to keep away from: the word “manifest”, telling people how they should be asking for things, unsolicited advice.
- VPA amnesty applies, of course. Leave yours any time between now and next Sunday (or whenever, really) — it’s all fine by us!
xox
Friday Chicken #199: over the bridge
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.
One hundred and ninety nine chickens, you guys!
Take one down…
Pass it around…
Etc etc.
The hard stuff
Not ready to come back to Portland.
My half-Emergency-Vacation-half-chrysalis ended before I was ready for it to end. Noooooooo! Not ready!
I did sneak in one extra day because Slightly Future Me told me to (and, as it turns out, she is a genius).
But I really didn’t want to come back.
Add to this: realizing I’d severely underestimated a) my state of depletion, b) necessary amount of recovery time, c) my desire to be on my own to do on-my-own stuff.
Endings, in general.
Lots of them right now.
It’s been really interesting (interesting-hard!) to see which ones are standing in as proxies for other ones.
For example, I shed tears and agonized over a tiny, meaningless ending related to a television show that I don’t even like, but had pretty much no reaction to a much bigger ending.
Wanting things to be done that are not done.
Like the website for Stompopolis.
Or the system change that will allow us to open.
Other things outside of work that seem to be in a state of limbo.
Patience.
Discovering a thing that I want, but not yet having the resources in place that allow me to act on the wanting.
Tired.
Oh, and dark circles under my eyes.
Discovering a Gigantic Flaw in a thing that was almost ready.
And trying to solve it.
Hard conversations.
That’s pretty much never fun.
Change is good but figuring out new reconfigurations is hard, y’all.
That’s all I want to say about that, so silent retreat!
The good stuff
Going away.
Being on chrysalis changed EVERYTHING.
And I know I said that last week, but it was actually the weekend part of chrysalis where things really all started to make sense.
Trusting my instincts even when they seemed preposterous.
I committed to listening to Incoming Me.
I didn’t buy a bus ticket home because she told me not to. I moved hotels when she said to move hotels.
Basically I did every single thing she told me, and it was all exactly just right.
She even had all sorts of perfect simple solutions for things that usually set off all my stuff.
Sunday.
I pretended it was a Toozday, and then it mysteriously and astonishingly turned out to be the best Toozday ever.
Being wrong!
Not only was I outrageously wrong about a bunch of things I’d assumed were true, I was actually DELIGHTED to discover this was the case.
Turns out that all sorts of things I’d thought were Giant Depressing Pieces of Truth That Need To Be Resolved Over Time were all monster mutterings.
Being wrong!
Change…
Endings are not bad. Endings are not bad. Endings are not bad.
This is what came to me like a clear ringing bell the morning after our craziest Shiva Nata practice at Rally.
Endings. Are. Not. Bad.
I knew that before but this time it was that full-body tingly truth that is the hallmark of the kind of epiphany that can only be described as stoopid.
Deleting things.
Everything is starting to feel more harmonious and congruent. This is a very big deal.
Derby! Derby! Derby!
Admittedly the national season got off to a shaky start with Rose City’s Wheels of Justice playing disastrously against Windy City and then pulling out a miracle to win in the last jam.
But then beating Denver felt really solid. We had the lead the entire time. They skated hard but it just didn’t matter.
But then this past weekend was seriously nail-bitey, with an away game against the Texecutioners. That win was just pure delight. I can’t even tell you how happy I am about it. Final score 148:117.
And then the team went on to beat Houston the next day 301-79. Just for fun.
Reconnecting to my superpowers.
First I had the superpower of Nothing Is Wrong.
Then I had the superpower (thanks to Shiva Nata) of realizing that Especially The Things That Seem The Most Wrong Are Actually Amazing! And then I was able to find the good super fast, instead of wallowing in the hard and then finding the good.
Plus I reconnected with the me who knows about luscious, after thinking I had lost her forever. Wow.
Gigantic epiphanies.
Understandings, realizations, being knocked over by amazement.
Plus a bridge talked to me! Again. But this time it was different.
WATER. Bathing and looking out at the water. Doing yoga and looking out at the water. Waking up and looking out at the water. Watching the water.
Past me is also a genius, as it turns out.
A precaution that past me built into my phone’s contact list a year ago came to my rescue this week in an absolutely remarkable way!
Yay, past-me.
And yay, person who found my phone and knew exactly what to do.
I had the hard conversation and I am still okay.
None of the terrifying things I’d feared came to pass.
The courage that I asked for in the Very Personal Ads on Sunday was there when I needed it.
Time.
Especially: having an evening at home with both time to myself and energy to putter.
Lots of cleaning up, reorganizing and congruence-ing. I can’t remember the last time this happened.
Rally! Rally #20.
Yet again, a bunch of bright, clever, creative, funny, sweet, thoughtful, goofy, kind-hearted people showed up at the Playground to Rally (Rally!) with me.
We giggled, we ate amazing food, we had tingly epiphanies, we changed our internal worlds.
RALLY. It is Not. Like. Anything. Else.
People talking about Rally magic in the Twitter bar.
Amy asked what Rally is like.
And here’s how people who have been to Rally replied:
Leela: Space for your brain to melt so it can reshape the way it really wants to be.
Simone: It’s where I learned about being Loved for the first time in my life.
Andrea: It’s like a magical grilled cheese that finishes your projects + makes you more money.
And then there’s always this exactly-right post….
Of course none of these things really describe Rally, because Rally DOES NOT TRANSLATE.
It can’t be described because of the way it’s constantly magic-ing things up between the raindrops and below the surface.
But these are all perfect beautiful koans that sum up truth. Truth!
Also, these people are now all my friends because when you do something as intense and beautiful as Rally, you kind of can’t help madly loving the amazing people who are there with you.
Huge appreciation for everyone who has Rallied and for everyone who will Rally and for everyone who might, who knows, someday possibly be able to consider Rally or whatever marvelous thing I will be experimenting with when the time comes.
We’ll be at 200 chickens next week.
We’ve never missed a week.
I wish I could go whisper-that to past-me who didn’t think we’d make it past ten.
The fun part of the Chickening happens here.
Tabstravaganza! Or: what’s Havi been up to with all those open Firefox tabs?
Ohmygod Deutsch Doodles!. And with my all-time favorite German expression too. Thanks @chloewrites for the link.
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 louder than you’d expect.
Shady Government Agency
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
Rally prices go up soon. Come. To. A. Rally.
June might be full? I have to check with the First Mate and then update the page. But there are a couple spots for July and September.
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.
Very Personal Ads #149: hooky hooky hooky play play play
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these VPAs 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: Taking my time. And permission to take time.
Here’s what I want:
There’s are several things (mostly internal but also work-related) that I’m currently working my way through, and it’s taking way longer than anticipated/estimated.
I want to be okay with that, and start actively giving myself more permission to take time with things that need time .
Ways this could work:
I have a rough draft of a permission slip.
This could be part of my mysterious project that I play with this week at Rally (Rally!).
And of course I can bring it to the Floop.
I’ll play with…
Finding out which parts of me think that taking time is dangerous. I will listen to them and ask curious questions until I know what they need to feel safe.
If I run into giant scary monsters, I’ll bring in an imaginary negotiator.
Thing 2: The ongoing investigation.
Here’s what I want:
I have been learning all sorts of useful (and sometimes terrifying) things about how I want to live and work.
This is all related to my new role as the director of Stompopolis, and expanding the Playground and all of that.
This past week while I was on chrysalis, aka running awaaaay, and staring at the water, I got some useful information.
Now to consolidate it, let it percolate, see what’s next.
Ways this could work:
Doing some Shiva Nata to shake loose a few more epiphanies, of course.
I’ll play with…
Skipping some stones every day after old Turkish lady yoga.
Thing 3: Rally (Rally!)
Here’s what I want:
This week is Rally, you guys! Rally!
I love Rally so much I can hardly bear it. And this is Rally #20, if you can believe that.
Anyway! I want to be calm, steady, stable, grounded, present. I want to trust the fractal flowers and follow my instincts. I want to be able to work on my personal projects and Stompopolis at the same time. I want OUTRAGEOUSLY GREAT realizations, and lots of perfect simple solutions.
And I really need the internal and external projects to either collaborate and play together, or to take turns and secretly work on each other at the same time.
Ways this could work:
Conscious entry. Asking for what I want.
I’ll play with…
Planting it here.
Thing 4: Courage.
Here’s what I want:
This is the quality I want to connect with the most right now.
Ways this could work:
I’m not sure. I don’t have a strong sense of what it’s like yet, but I am pretty good friends with the quality of presence, and I know they are related.
I’ll play with…
There is definitely a part of me who knows all about courage. I will talk to Courageous Me. Also to past versions of me who did courageous things even if it didn’t feel good. Maybe they can help me destuckify some old pain.
Invoking bravery and excitement. Saying: Bon courage!
Because it’s fun to say.
Related to courage, there is a thing I want to say but am not saying it. I’ll silent retreat the rest of this for now.
Thing 5: Playing hooky!
Here’s what I want:
Playing hooky is both my cover story and my current proxy for a thing I’m working on.
I am determined to learn all there is to know about playing hooky. Or at least: everything that I don’t know that I know.
Ways this could work:
Paying attention.
I’ll play with…
Playing hooky! See? Like that.
Thing 6: Revue!
Here’s what I want:
To write up a Revue of last week’s chrysalis.
Ways this could work:
Maybe in the form of a letter to slightly future me?
I’ll play with…
Wanting what I want.
Thing 7: Toiletry kit? Is that what that’s called?
Here’s what I want:
It seems like we already talked about this when metaphor mouse was helping us travel. Or was that Barrington?
But I want a better system than just haphazardly tossing little pots of face cream and such into my suitcase.
Ways this could work:
I’m positive that someone I know has already solved this. If you have a solution that you love, can you leave a link here? Or describe it? Thank you!
I’ll play with…
Asking. Maybe doing an OOD to find out if there is hidden resistance, or symbolic stuff happening.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
Okay! I wanted the best possible prep for my holiday. And I didn’t think it would happen but then I got a reprieve of an extra day, and it totally happened. MAGIC.
I wanted a successful Maiden Voyage of the pirate crew testing out the new systems at Stompopolis. And the main part of that ask was that it would happen completely without me. So it happened so completely without me that I actually don’t know how it went, because I’m only just now returning from chrysalis. So that seems like a good sign. I mean, maybe it was disastrous? But the fact that I don’t know if it was or wasn’t is good news to me.
Then I wanted the magic of chrysalis, and it was the Best Chrysalis Ever. Seriously. The bridge and the crossing and the water and everything. I wouldn’t change a second of it.
Also there was a lot of stuff about letting go, trusting and patience. And I get a million trillion sparklepoints because I excelled at that this week, even though all three of those things are generally not something I can do.
So I find myself happily surprised to find that last week’s asks went deeper than I’d realized, and that I’m feeling good about all of them. No need to rewrite or re-ask.
Play-filled comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.
- Wanted: Your own personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like.
- You can also do these on your own or in your head. You can always call silent retreat!
- Leave your gwishes! Throw things in the pot!
- Things we try to keep away from: the word “manifest”, telling people how they should be asking for things, unsolicited advice.
- VPA amnesty applies, of course. Leave yours any time between now and next Sunday (or whenever, really) — it’s all fine by us!
xox
Friday Chicken #198: the shortest chicken in the history of chickens
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.
This week was all about Going Dark, which is what I call it when I must run awaaaaay!
Part chrysalis, part Emergency Vacation. But mainly, run awaaaaay!
This is how I wanted to prep for Rally (Rally!), which is — ohmygod the twentieth Rally!?!?! Wow. And yay! — starting on Monday.
And it was also a chance to let the new Pirate Crew run Stompopolis without any help from me. Scary. And awesome.
So basically the hard and the good this week was all the same.
For example, watching Grimm put this song in my head. If that isn’t the most horrible and wonderful thing ever, I don’t know what to say. Mein Schatz, es ist vorbei.
See what I mean? It was all the same.
The hard stuff
- Being gone (and preparing for being gone).
- Traveling.
- Not being in charge.
- Trusting that things will run without me.
- Busy mind. Lots to think about.
- Not having access to computer or internet.
- Transitions! So much hard!
- Decision-making! So much hard!
- Recovery.
- Not doing.
- Processing.
- Getting ready for the returning.
Bonus hard stuff?
The good stuff
- Being gone.
- Traveling.
- Not being in charge.
- Trusting that things will run without me.
- Lots to think about.
- No access to computer or internet!
- Transitions! Transformations!
- Decision-making! I can do it!
- Recovery.
- Not doing.
- Processing.
- Getting ready for the returning.
Bonus good stuff…
Lunch with the amazing Maryann Devine, whom you may already know from the wonders of Secret Play Date. And getting to give her a tour of the new space.
Also: Sunday Parkways! Where I saw:
2 women jitterbugging, 115 adorably-helmeted-adorable-tiny-children, 16 outrageous bicycle-like contraptions, 29 timbers jerseys and one slightly-drunky falling off his bike.
Add to that a couple of opt-in lovely water-soakings via supersoaker, and a grown man wearing only a diaper, and I have to say: it was pretty great.
And this absolutely beautiful post from Hiro on success. I love this so much.
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… more fun than they sound, I guess.
Rocking harder than you’d expect, that’s their thing.
Dutiful Grumpanion
It turns out though that the whole band is really just one guy. Weird, right?
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
Come. To. A. Rally!
There are only two happening next year, so this is the time.
There’s a stowawayship scholarship ship available for June.
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.
Very Personal Ads #148: Wait, what happened to 147?
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
Each week I write these VPAs 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!
Somehow I managed to run week #146 twice in a row.
Alas for poor week #147 which never got to be named.
Hi, 147! I wave to you from afar.
Anyway, here we are. And I have WISHES!
Thing 1: Best possible prep for my holiday.
Here’s what I want:
I am — or will be trying to — run awaaaay! All week.
But so much needs to happen before I can take off.
I need smoothness, steadiness, trust, hope and other good things.
And then either I get a ridiculous amount of stuff accomplished. Or, option b: I don’t, but I don’t care.
Ways this could work:
Feeling energized and excited!
Everything works.
I get help and support from a partner in crime.
Whoooooosh!
I’ll play with…
Doing Shiva Nata to get in the zone and spark some epiphanies.
Thing 2: Successful Maiden Voyage.
Here’s what I want:
While I am away the new Pirate Crew at Stompopolis will be test-driving all the systems.
Without me.
I want this go smoothly, to be fun, to support the spirit of the space.
Ways this could work:
I could stop trying to momma bear everything.
I could work on my stuff about letting go, and transitioning into this new role where, after nearly seven years of running everything, I’m not in charge anymore.
And I can commit to really and truly removing myself from the process.
Also, I can write up a brief red button ritual that they can do if things start to go weird, just in case. But then I’m gone! Honestly!
I’ll play with…
Slowing down my breath. Doing some old Turkish lady yoga. Consulting Slightly Future Me.
Thing 3: the magic of chrysalis!
Here’s what I want:
My trip is so much more than vacation.
It’s about meeting incoming-me halfway.
It’s a Crossing.
And so that’s what I’m committing to.
Ways this could work:
I don’t know yet. That’s kind of the point.
I’ll play with…
Patience. Receptivity. Paying attention.
And skipping lots of stones.
Thing 4: Letting go. Trust. Patience.
Here’s what I want:
Oh, man.
Every year, or so it seems. there’s some new part to running a business that involves deeper and deeper levels of trust.
Hiring the first assistant. The first bookkeeper. The first full-time person. The first offices. Opening the first center.
Each time it seems terrifying, and then it’s fine. Well, except with the first bookkeeper, who totally screwed me. But you know what I mean.
Each transition requires more trust, more backing off.
And now with Stompopolis, I’m going to have the pirate crew basically running the whole thing. I won’t be able to call a time out. It’s weird.
I’m sure it will be amazing, eventually, but right now it’s kind of scary. I would like things to be FINE, and for me to remember, OH RIGHT, things are FINE. And for this to happen smoothly and speedily, please.
Ways this could work:
Presence.
Paying attention to the part that is my stuff. Using the tools.
I’ll play with…
Writing an OOD.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted a perfect solution to an untenable situation, and I’m still not sure what’s happening there. But things have calmed down considerably, so that’s good.
Then I asked to feel excited and energized, which (let’s be honest) I did not think was an actual option. BUT IT WORKED! It was crazy. I’m still kind of shocked by the whole thing. In fact, it worked so well that I’m going to re-ask it for this week too.
The next bit was about enjoying the Hush Hush Rendezvous, and that was incredible. So much fun!
I had an ask about dissolving, and it worked.
And I had an ask about the thing with the door, and it got taken care of!
Yay.
Play-filled comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.
- Wanted: Your own personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like.
- You can also do these on your own or in your head. You can always call silent retreat!
- Leave your gwishes! Throw things in the pot!
- Things we try to keep away from: the word “manifest”, telling people how they should be asking for things, unsolicited advice.
- VPA amnesty applies, of course. Leave yours any time between now and next Sunday (or whenever, really) — it’s all fine by us!
xox