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.

A set of four questions.

Over the past several weeks, I have been asking the same four questions.

This set of four questions has been my anchor. For pretty much everything.

I ask these four questions when I enter things. Before conversations. Before meetings, meals, decisions. Another way of preparing for the voyage. Or to say, Hello, Day.

It’s been hard for me to write, hard to explain what’s been going on. But these four questions keep bringing me back to certain internal truths that are steadying and reassuring.

The four questions.

I took these from a book called Crucial Conversations. It’s supposed to be a technique for communication, but I’ve been applying it to inanimate objects, monsters, hopes, ideas and anything else I run into.

The first question is about what I want for me.

The second question is about what I want for [the other ___________ involved]. In the book, they’re imagining that there is a person on the other end. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. But there is something that you’re encountering.

The third question is what you want for that relationship, between you and X.

I think the fourth question is: “How would I behave if that were true?”

I have stuff about behaving, so my version is usually more like, “What might I be doing differently assuming that’s really what I want?”

But basically the question points out that there are places where we’re not acting in accordance with the thing we really want. And that there are ways to be more harmonious with the wanting. I like that.

Okay, I don’t always like it. But I find it useful.

Anyway, here is what this looks like in action.

Hello, experience of sadness that is not mine.

1) What do I want for me in relation to this sadness?

I want to remember that now is not then.

I want to let the sadness take a new form. I want to trust that this is happening in the right way.

I want to not hide my powers. This is the closeted thing. I want to be out in my weeetchy-ness but quietly, safely.

2) What do I want for the sadness?

I want to see what is underneath the sadness, which is radiant love. Yes, I said it. Fine.

I want any distortions hiding inside the sadness to be lovingly destroyed. I can do that with SHIVA NATA!

I want the sadness to feel safe. I want the sadness to know that now is not then. We got through it.

Sad self: But what if there is no safety?
Wise me: That is a question that comes from THEN. This requires a re-adjustment of your filters. Re-filter it.
Sad self: There was always love and I couldn’t see it because of the filters?
Wise me: We are constantly replacing the filters. That’s what Shiva Nata does. It is a filter-replacer.

3 What do I want for the relationship with the sadness?

I want us to go deeper than the sadness. The sadness is surface. But under the sadness is the quality of dedication. I want a rededication.

I want to recognize that the sadness is a distortion of PRESENCE. I am allowed to have sadness. And when I am not believing the story that the sadness tells, I am present.

4) And what would I be doing if this were what I really and truly wanted?

I would choose the filter.

I would take time to learn more about the version of me who knows these wise things.

I would change the costume. I would spend more time talking to sad me and giving her safe rooms to recover in. I will do that!

Hello, conversation that I am not looking forward to.

1. What do I want for ME?

Peacefulness. Peace of mind. Being grounded, stable and connected to myself.

Isolation, as in: the cutting of the cords. Sovereignty. Standing in my power.

Not putting up with crap. Invoking the power of NAQICA! Not A Question I Can Answer.

Relief. Sweetness. To take in the essence of love and support without all the rules and trappings, the demands and expectations.

2. What do I want for them?

Also peacefulness. Also being grounded, stable and connected to themselves.

I want them to feel happy. We may not have a great relationship but we can have a warm and pleasant conversation.

3. What do I want for the relationship?

Ease and spaciousness.

4. How would I behave if that were what I truly wanted?

Well, I think I would set aside time to make the call. But I would wait to call until I felt strong and capable. I would wait for the clear knowing. And I’d want a really strong force field.

Hello, getting ready for a holiday.

What do I really want for me?

I want ease, safety, encouragement, the feeling of being supported. I want a lovely picnic-like meal, with flowers, following a slow, deep practice of sun salutations.

What do I really want for this holiday?

To feel celebratory, joyful and to be about freedom in every way.

What do I really want for the relationship between me and the holiday?

A welcoming. To come home to each other and be happy to be together.

And how would I behave if I really and truly wanted these things?

I would buy flowers. I would go to the safe place. I would put the tablecloth out.

I would know that taking the time for this is not taking time away from Stompopolis, it’s contributing. I would take deep breaths and commit to a peaceful peace-filled experience.

Hello, writer’s block.

What do I really want for me?

I want steadiness. I want to reconnect to my sense of steadiness.

And, weirdly, I want to dissolve into steadiness. Which doesn’t sound really steady, but that is how it feels.

Almost as if I’ve lost my connection to organic form and so I keep running into structures of my own creation that are not relevant or true for me anymore.

So the way back into form is to release the forms. See, Shiva Nata again.

Also there is something in there about a version of me who is feeling powerless and upset, because of a real-life situation. And she needs some attention.

I also want to spend some time with “What’s true and what’s also true?“, because you know what’s also true? I have actually been writing up a storm on the Floop.

And I have filled at least ten zillion notebooks with stone skippings and processing. I don’t have writer’s block. I have a block about pressing pooblish on the blog posts, and I know what’s behind that. It’s not mysterious. It just needs time.

What do I really want for the experience of writer’s block?

To remember that there is no block.

What do I really want for the relationship between me and the experience/perception of the block?

Trust. Trust. Trust.

And patience.

And how would I behave if I really and truly wanted these things?

I would give permission and legitimacy to all the varied and complicated things that I’m feeling. And to the situation.

It is okay to get into a plonter (Link for the non-yiddish-speakers). It is okay to not know. It is okay to slowly unravel and find your way back to wherever you find your way back to.

(And it’s not really back either, but that’s a good thing.)

Also I think that I would change my entry and exit, and make other changes in my writing kingdom. So that’s something to learn more about. There is time.

Play with me! And the commenting blanket fort.

If you would like to use these four questions (or any variations on them), go for it.

You can mess around with this here or on your own. As always, taking a silent retreat is a perfectly acceptable (and wonderful!) thing to do.

You could also come up with a list of things that you would like to plug into these questions when you have time.

Or throw some wishes into the pot. Or add something this sparked for you.

I am also receptive to warm smiles and happy sighs.

No advice or reassurances, please. That’s not what I would like today.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a process. We make this a safe space by letting people have their own experience
Love to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers (mwah!) and everyone who reads.

Very Personal Ads #146: And dissolving.

very personal adsPersonal 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: A perfect simple solution to an untenable situation.

Here’s what I want:

There is this incredibly unsovereign and stressful thing going on in my personal life, and I don’t know what to do with it.

But I do know that it cannot continue. The current trajectory is not okay.

I need a perfect simple solution that is good for me and good for the other party involved, a solution that is respectful of my space and time.

And I need this to resolve itself in a way that does not suck up all my attention, because I’m really, really busy right now.

Ways this could work:

It just could.

Also it seems like it’s really important to make safe rooms for the parts of me who are in a really reactive and wounded situation right now. So I’d like to do that.

I’ll play with…

Asking the four questions. And the other four questions.

Staying connected to Slightly Wiser Me, and following her instructions.

Breathing. Old Turkish lady yoga. Asking.

Thing 2: Feeling excited and energized!

Here’s what I want:

There is so much happening right now with opening the new space and running the old space, and the rest of the business.

After last week’s virus that had me barely able to get out of bed, I’d like to feel strong, capable, excited and energized.

I want to be back to dancing between the doors.

Ways this could work:

It’s time. It just happens.

I’ll play with…

Early to bed.

Planting the gwishes.

Making sure that I’m taking care of myself.

Thing 3: Happy secret rendezvous tonight!

Here’s what I want:

I’ve called a hush-hush rendezvous for people who I want to come be a part of Stompopolis.

Either as Pirate Crew, as Treatkeepers or as Shiva Nata Deconstructors.

I want it to be fun. I want it to be ease-filled. And I want it to be its own form of chrysalis.

Ways this could work:

Equanimity, Trust, Steadiness and Surrender. And Dissolving.

I’ll play with…

Wanting what I want.

Humming the hum.

Thing 4: Dissolving.

Here’s what I want:

Hmmm. I don’t know really how to explain it.

It is kind of like the yin side to CRUSHING IT, which I also don’t know how to explain.

Let’s just leave it at that.

Ways this could work:

Slow, deep breathing.

Focus. Intention. Finding out what I know.

I’ll play with…

Interviewing the version of me who remembers to do this.

Thing 5: The thing with the door to get taken care of.

Here’s what I want:

The thing with the door! It needs to get taken care of. Fast. And easily.

Also, I am noticing that I feel annoyed and frustrated that this is still an issue. So I think my ask is also about finding out what the pain has to say.

Ways this could work:

Okay, this might be related to boundaries stuff, like in that other situation that I want resolved.

So I guess what I really want is strong, clear, healthy, beautiful, flexible, loving boundaries.

And I could do some Shiva Nata to get insights on what’s really going on here, and what I might do about it.

I’ll play with…

Lots of conscious entry.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

You know what? This was a really hard week for me. I just want to acknowledge that as a reminder to myself.

My first ask was about glowing it up, and being in bed with a virus made that extra-challenging, but there were moments. So I’d like more of these moments. Glow! It! Up!

I wanted a hot water thingy, aka a water boiler, for the new Playground, and we haven’t found one yet.

Then I wanted to set a date for the pirate crew rendezvous, and it’s happening today! Yay!

Then there was the ship, which was metaphorical and not. And I have not done anything about this, which is interesting. So I guess I want to re-ask this. I want to find out what would help me make this happen.

And I silent retreat-ed on the last one, and I will keep silent retreating on that.

Play-filled comment zen. Here’s what I’d love.

  • 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 #196: raise a glass to Bobbi the Greek

Friday chickenIn 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.

I refuse to believe that it’s Friday.

How could it possibly be Friday? It was just Sunday.

I’m baffled.

But fine, we’ll pretend an entire week went by while I wasn’t looking. Or maybe the Chicken will provide — embarrassingly obvious — clews to what was happening while I wasn’t looking.

The hard stuff

Virus.

I got taken down this week with a virus that mopped the floor with me.

Every part of my body aches.

It’s been pretty miserable. Also: worst timing ever.

Moments of Panicking. (But… is it just one guy?)

Mostly because the virus was making me a little crazy.

But also because launching a giant new Playground and a shop and a studio and a treatment center all at the same time without nearly enough help is really, really, really hard.

Actually, I think the above two are more related than I’d thought.

I just realized that I’m going through some good old Ludicrous Fear Popcorn that now will be like then, and that this will somehow end up like the year of mysterious chronic not-being-able-to-move.

Reminding myself: now is not then.

I didn’t have the same superpowers then. I didn’t know things that I know now.

Okay, let’s make a safe room for me-from-then. I will work through this over the weekend. Thanks, Chicken.

Wanting support.

Opening Stompopolis could really use a five person staff. At least.

But there are only two of us.

And we already have jobs, because a busy online business doesn’t run itself.

Goodbye, goodbye, Bobbi the Greek.

I’m pretty sure no one ever called Bobbi the Greek a good dog.

But he was loyal and loving and curious and effusive and full of doggy essence.

I loved him and I’m very sad.

Walking in the woods at my uncle’s won’t be the same.

The good stuff

Twosie!

Twosie is my best, best, best friend.

He is pink and purple and has enormous eyes.

Sometimes he makes squeaky sounds but mostly he just looks at you.

He holds my hand when I don’t feel well, and his paws are unbelievably soft.

The Day of Doing.

There was one day this week where I managed to get a lot done, despite everything.

And that was a big deal.

Help from my mentor.

Yay!

Encouragement from the Floop!

I get so much done at the Floating Playground, but also there is so much lovely support and encouragement when you ask for it.

Feeling very grateful for the Floop, and for things that happen while Flooping.

Post-Rally epiphanies.

Still getting lots of good things from last week’s amazing-est Rally (Rally!) ever.

It’s all landing.

Amazing stories that I wish I could tell you!

At the end of Rally, I taught a quickie class on how to magic your way through airports.

That wasn’t the verb I used because, you know.

But it describes the feeling and the effect.

Anyway, THE MOST EXTRAORDINARY things happened to the Rallions in airports and on the plane on their way back home.

!!!!!!!!!

Hey, at least I got to do a lot of sleeping.

Lots and lots and lots of sleeping.

That was most of my week, actually.

And I might be sick, but I’m gorgeous.

Very happy with this new post-Rally hair color.

And then I found extremely great zebra-striped pants.

All is good.

The fun part of the Chickening happens here.

Tabstravaganza! Or: what’s Havi been up to with all those open Firefox tabs?

  • Amy wrote beautifully about the quality of Impatience (who has an awesome roller derby name and has a photographic memory). Also get Amy to tarot-magic your inbox.
  • Janet found peacefulness at the aquarium.
  • I’ve been listening to You Could Do Better Than Me by Oh No Theodore because Sarah Beth told me to. This was the song of the week.

From the archives.

Some old, weirdly pertinent posts that I don’t remember having written, encountered while looking for something else:

  1. Beacons.
  2. What I really mean when I say “Project”.
  3. The Cover Story.

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 LOUD. And awesome.

We present….

Filters of Distortion

Though, of course, as it turns out…. it’s really just one guy.

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

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

We have TWO Stowawayship scholarship ships (ship!) available for the June Rally.

This is highly unusual. Jump on it if you can.

Possibly important:

Coming to Rally means playing at the Playground Caboose *and* a full pass to the new (gigantic and incredible) Playground too. Extra Refueling Stations! More costumes!

And VERY important:

Rally prices go up in June.

That’s in a couple weeks, apparently. And given that time has been moving weirdly fast lately, I suspect that June might be here sooner than expected.

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 #146: glow it up!

very personal adsPersonal 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: Glow it up!

Here’s what I want:

Still not entirely sure what this means, but it’s what Slightly Wiser Me instructed me to do last week at Rally (Rally!).

So I’ve been trying to figure out what that is and how to do it.

Thus far it has involved a new hair color (coppery-gold) and sparkly eyeshadow.

There is also something about wheels and the radiant radius. And being a forest! It’s complicated.

Anyway, I guess my ask is about further clarity. And further glowing.

Ways this could work:

The usual ways.

Playing with it.

Yoga. Shiva Nata.

Doing an OOD to investigate more in depth.

Wanting the wanting, without having to understand it yet.

I’ll play with…

Sunshine. Breath. Glow-sitting (that’s my secret agent code for meditating).

Thing 2: Hot water thingy.

Here’s what I want:

Picture a tall metal cylinder with a spigot on one side that makes water hot. The kind of thing you’d see on the end of a table at a church buffer. Like this.

We need one for the new Playground.

I want to find a super affordable one. Possibly used. Possibly someone gives us one.

Ways this could work:

Maybe someone we know has one.

Maybe the First Mate finds an awesome one at City Liquidators.

I’ll play with…

Drinking tea after old Turkish lady yoga.

Thing 3: Pirate Crew Rendezvous!

Here’s what I want:

I want to arrange to meet with the karma pirates and crew for the new Playground space.

But there’s all this stuff to get in order before that can happen. Like how to describe it. Like essence.

Wishing for a date. But also wishing for certainty, ease, support, trust, comfort, flow, and perfect simple solutions.

And I would like this to just come together.

I’ll play with…

Asking for help.

Thing 4: the ship!

Here’s what I want:

I need to be on the water.

This can be as metaphorical or literal as it needs to, but there is a ship involved.

I’ll play with…

Finding out what happens when I say yes to the wanting.

And lots of shivanautical flailing to generate epiphanies.

Thing 5: [Silent Retreat!]

Here’s what I want:

I’ll take a silent retreat on this one, but it is an ask about sovereignty.

Ways this could work:

Interviewing slightly future me.

Using the Floating Playground for support.

I’ll play with…

Stone skippings.

Trusting the process when I can. Crying my eyes out when I can’t. Then trying again.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I had an ask about flexibility in a variety of forms, and then that ended up being the theme of the week. Feeling good about progress there.

Then I wanted knee-length skirts and a bunch of people made lovely recommendations. And my friend Rebecca offered to take me out shopping, which is perfect because that is not one of my superpowers. But I also realized that this ask was really about wanting to be young and hot, and my stuff around where I am in my life right now. So that was interesting. We’ve been working through that.

I also wanted to Stop, Drop and Picnic! This worked really well on some days and not so well on others. Still practicing, and taking notes.

And my silent-retreat-ed ask is going pretty well. I will throw in back into the pot.

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!

Friday Chicken #195: yip!

Friday chickenIn 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 five consecutive weeks of chickening, you guys.

That’s pretty impressive.

So here we are. Hello, week.

The hard stuff

Not doing a thing I’d been looking forward to.

It was the right choice in that moment, but there was still sadness.

So. Many. Things.

And then monsters aplenty about which specific things needed how much attention when.

Lots of monster-ing in general.

Fortunately I was at Rally (Rally!), which is the best possible environment to interact with pain/fear/worry/doutbt/distress.

But man, there was a lot of it.

Sometimes things don’t go the way you hoped.

They just don’t.

Not knowing what to do about that.

Especially when there’s time-pressure.

The night of bad dreams.

Boo.

Rally is over.

Sadface mouse = me.

The good stuff

Saturday.

Saturday was a seriously glorrrrious day.

I have to thank Past Me for having a bizarre hunch that she needed to cancel EVERYTHING she’d planned for the weekend.

And then I also want to thank Me Of A Few Days Later for honoring that hunch and acting on it, even though she didn’t know why.

She canceled with Sarah and gave away her ticket to the Timbers match (I know, right? Who does that?! And we missed the first win of the season, and it was still the right thing to do).

All because of a feeling. And then she refused to let ANYTHING else come into that space even though there were lots of fun things going on. Like the co-ed roller derby bout.

I had a Completely Empty Saturday for the most extraordinary thing to occur. And it did.

Sun.

I spent five hours of my magical Saturday in the garden.

Three hours writing to slightly future me and two hours practicing yoga.

The sky was the EXACT shade of celestial periwinkle blue that the Hyphothalmus (my office) is at the new Playground.

The lilacs were huge. The apple blossoms: exquisite.

I sat under a tree. I listened to garden sounds. I thanked past-me for finding her/our way to Hoppy House, the just-right house for me.

I was deeply, deeply, deeply happy in a quiet, contented, peaceful we’re all organic- shapes-changing-shapes-together sort of way.

It was exactly what was needed.

Best. Rally. Ever.

This week was Rally (Rally!) and it has just been marvelous.

We had pretty much every part of north America represented, as well as two Rallions who made it from Ireland and one from New Zealand. And we all adored each other madly.

We sang and skipped and laughed and cried and wore silly hats.

Much delicious food was eaten, gigantic internal understandings were understood and received, and it was just such a loving and completely special environment.

I mean, special doesn’t even BEGIN to cover what a goofy, unique, beautiful, radiant, not-like-anything-else thing it was.

YAY RALLY! RALLY YAY!

The Floop!

The Floating Playground is such a great partner to the real-life Playground.

It’s like having a space where I can mini-Rally all the time.

And people are wise and sweet and loving.

So happy about this.

Things are falling into place.

The new Playground got played in. And napped in.

It’s so close to ready!

Everything is so close to ready!

I didn’t have to have a conversation I didn’t want to have.

The thing resolved itself for me. Thanks, alignment technique.

Oh. My. Goodness. SHIVA NATA!

The Shiva Nata realizations this week were epic.

That might have something to do with the hilarious and crazy classes I ran this week during Rally.

We combined sound effects, words, qualities, things you might see at Rally, numbers and math and music all at the same time.

And then we got really, really lost and confused and fell over giggling. It was genius.

I have been realizing important things all over the place, as my brain goes sizzle pop whoosh. With some rowr-bing-yip in there too for good measure.

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 comes via magical Amy of the faeries who always wears the best pants:

Happily Bombarded By Hats

They’re super fun and they wear lots of hats!

Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.

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

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

Come. To. A. RALLY.

It will change everything. As terrifying and wonderful as that may sound.

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.

The Fluent Self