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.
Goodbye, October
We’ve said hello to several months this year (four so far, I think), but we haven’t yet said any goodbyes. At least not out loud.
Today seems like the right moment to revisit Hello, October and then make my farewells.
What I loved about October this year…
So many things.
Some of them October Things:
- The last of the tomatoes from the garden.
- Sun! Lots and lots of sun.
- Sukkot! The holiday of blanket forts…
- The return of the red flannel sheets.
- Crunching leaves.
- The last hurrah of the last of the roses.
- Dahlias. Ohmylord.
- Roasted sweet potato. Fresh baked pumpkin seed bread.
- Hats! Time for hats. I look great in hats.
- Borrowing the gentleman’s giant warm hoodie.
- Hot yummy fall food from the food carts.
- The first wearing of the rainboots.
- Crisp air.
- October means that Deschutes puts out the Jubelale, and all is good in the world.
And some of them things that just happened to be in October:
- My new hiding space and blanket fort just for me!
- Redecorating the Playground.
- The outrageously great people and experiences from Crossing the Line. password: haulaway
- Having Barbara Sher come teach at my Kitchen Table program.
- Three new forum boards at the KT.
- Massive depiling.
- Bathtime.
- Learning Thriller.
- Making a new friend.
- Discovering that the people who go to dance class with me have become my community.
- Finding ways for things to happen way in advance, and feeling what that’s like.
- Miraculously choosing the just-right present for someone.
- Walking through the streets holding a giant fuzzy monster and meeting all sorts of interesting people as a result.
- Buying make-up. And kind of liking it. I know!
- “I’ve got it! There are two of everything!”
What was hard about this October?
Busy busy busy busy.
Getting dark early.
Missing lots of dance class due to being sick.
Depletion.
An attack of someone else’s stuff masquerading as an attack of my stuff. Dizziness and fear that did not belong to me.
What about the dancing Revue?
I dislike reviews because they’re super stressful (for me!), and so we have a dancing spangly Revue instead.
And, for the record, I’m totally picturing kooky 1930s cartoon mice doing some sort of vaguely obscene chorus line.
The Revue always has two questions:
1) What worked? 2) What might I want to try in the future?
What worked this October?
My new quarters at the Playground. Having a place just for me. Taking iron. Going for walks. Getting a new coat.
The amazing Board of Surprisers convening, and doing Show & Tell.
Practicing wanting what I want.
Getting ridiculous amounts of things done before the Crossing.
What might I want to try in the future?
More entry. More exit. More time and spaciousness. More vitamin C.
More setting things up in advance for slightly future me.
Looking back at Hello, October.
What do I notice?
I wanted to practice Wanting the Wanting, and that was a big part of this month.
There was a gwish about rituals and 16-16. Both of these were useful. And challenging.
There was something that needed the perfect name, and that name came to me.
I wanted Plum Duff magic, and that was a fascinating experiment.
Then I wanted blanket forts everywhere and a month full of Elongated Entrances and Exits, and both of those things came true in just the right way. You know what? I’m actually feeling kind of surprised and pleased right now with my gwishing and with the unexpected results. Huh. Cool!
Goodbye, October.
I am appreciating the good.
I am learning from the hard.
Thank you for this month. And for zombie Thriller.
Fair Winds, October! I will see you in one year when you are new and I am new and we are both new versions of ourselves.

Play with me! Comment zen in the giant collective blanket fort.
I’m putting this all into the pot with love.
If you would like to leave some noticings about this October or your relationship with October, that would be lovely. Here in the comments or quietly just for you.
As always: we all have stuff. So we take responsibility for our stuff and let other people have their stuff. We practice this by not giving other people advice or telling them what to do or how to feel.
Kisses to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.

Postscripting! I actually remembered to send out an announcement to my very occasional Havi’s Announcing a Thing list last week. So if you’re not on that, you might want to be. Sign-up is on the events page.
Very Personal Ads #121: clarity vhooosh?
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!
My brain is all turned around from being a zombie (slightly noisy link!) and teaching and all of it.
So these might be very incoherent personal ads. But we’re doing it!
As always, you can VPA all week, if you like.
Thing 1: Where else am I taking the long way when the long way is unnecessary?
Here’s what I want:
This past week at Crossing the Line (password: haulaway) I have discovered countless things that I am completely tripping over.
And each time it’s a case of doing something in a hard, complicated way when the easy and fun way is right in front of me.
We’ve been doing lots of Shiva Nata, and all of the epiphanies are yelling HEY LOOK THERE’S A SIMPLER WAY OVER HERE!!!
So. If I’m making things unnecessarily convoluted in this one area of my life (teaching), where am I doing it in the rest of my life? That’s what I’d like to find out.
Ways this could work:
Journaling. Stone skipping. More shivanauttery.
Throw it into the pot. Talk it over with clever and compassionate friends. Take it to the treasure map. What would one of the beacons do?
My commitment.
To not take myself too seriously.
To be receptive to many possible things-that-are-true.
To use the crayons.
Thing 2: Documentation. (Meta!)
Here’s what I want:
While I teach, I also take notes on the teaching.
Basic stuff like conscious entry and the dancing Revue.
But also noticings, ways I can adapt the various Capers that we play with, ideas for future Capers, ways that I have changed the sequencing or the material to fit the specific needs of a specific group.
So I end up with the meta-tour of the program. And then all those notes tend to just go live in a messy pile of iguanas and doom until I decide what to do with it.
I want a more formal way of documenting this stuff so that I can easily access it.
If I want to. I don’t have to. But it’s there for me if I decide I want to revisit it.
Ways this could work:
An Anthology! Or a section in an anthology.
(Anthology is my metaphor-mouse-word for “binder” because binders remind me of school and then I don’t want to use them.)
I already have my Anthology of Crossing the Line (The Ship!) and its companion, the Anthology of Crossing the Line (The Sea!).
The first is the structures and forms that hold the teaching — timetables, plans, components of each day, entry and exit for each component.
The second is all the deliciously sneaky content (mmmmm, content!) that I might plug into the various components. Capers! Adventures! Concepts!
So maybe there’s a place for a section for 2011 Notes.
Or maybe a 2011 anthology that is just for documentation and assessment? I don’t know yet.
My commitment.
To experiment and play.
To connect to the qualities of safety, exploration, permission, discovery, form, preparation and flow.
To use the crayons some more.
Thing 3: Best recovery time ever? Let us investigate what this means!
Here’s what I want:
To give myself real recovery time from teaching this incredibly intense madcap eight days of adventuring.
And to really truly enjoy the recovering so that I’m not just collapsed in a heap.
What I don’t know is the how/where/what…
Ways this could work:
I could ask Slightly Future Me what she would do.
If for some reason I was retiring and leaving my business to the most wonderful and amazing person in the world, and I had unlimited resources to design the Ideal Recovery Situation for this person… what would the elements be?
I’m noticing a trouble spot! It’s the word VACATION. Recovery time is not a freaking vacation. It’s recovery. I need to distinguish between those and find out what that means.
Will do some more research on this. But maybe run away to my uncle Svevo in the woods?
My commitment.
To find out what I need to find out.
To be patient. It’s a process.
Thing 4: A partner in crime!
Here’s what I want:
Someone who is both a friend and an adviser to giggle and strategize with me about my big, crazy plans and dreams.
Not to coach and not to consult and not to advise.
Just to drink tea with and draw with colored pencils and go OHMYGOD THAT WOULD BE SO GREAT!
To playfully plan, to sit with me while I talk to metaphor mouse, to rejoice over small things.
Ways this could work:
I have the best idea for who this could be! And I am whispering it to the trees.
My commitment.
To find out what happens in my life when this is part of it.
And what the symbolic elements are.
Thing 5: The rest of the Rallygators for January.
Here’s what I want:
The January Rally (Rally!) is going to be the most fun, hilarious, brilliant, amazing thing ever.
That’s because I have lots of new plans and the Playground has lots of new toys.
There’s room for six more people and I would like those six people to raise their hands.
Ways this could work:
The Crossing mice each get two bonus Rallies. Maybe some of them will decide they can’t bear to be away from the Playground any longer and will say JANUARY.
The people who are considering it will just know if it’s the right timing or not.
And it could just happen.
My commitment.
To figure out what my next steps are. To talk to Carolyn about this. To find out what I’m wrong about.
Thing 6: Next steps on the Enthusiastic
Here’s what I want:
The Convening of the Enthusiastic is happening in December and I haven’t sent out the invitations!
Not even sure when I’ll be able to do this…
Ways this could work:
Talk to Briana and Cairene.
Have a snack-sized Drunk Pirate Council (Drunkette! Councilette!).
Get the initial design for the invitations. Or meditate on the copy?
My commitment.
To be enthused because the Enthusiastic is the opposite of the Bored/Board.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted eighteen people for the Shiva Nata workshop in Boulder. And we have them! Though then the studio told me we can fit some more people in, so you might still be able to sign up for that in the next day or two.
Then I asked about advance planning, and I’m actually feeling pretty good about that. We have three people for next year’s Crossing the Line in October, and some scholarship applications. I will do some more with this. It feels new and weird and good so far.
I also wanted blog posts and that was kind of iffy. That is, posts happened, but I am feeling conflicted about HOW they are happening. So I need to investigate that. But yay for the posts that were here.
Next I wanted KT-ers for the Kitchen Table Rally in April, and that’s all taken care of.
And I wanted to nail Thriller and learn the Shim Sham! So yes. I can now do Thriller at full speed and without cues, without watching anyone. Even taught it to several of the Crossing the Line mice. Plus I found a Shim Sham class and signed myself up. Developments! They are happening. Thank you, 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 #169: there’s only one thing that’s overcooked and that’s me.
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.
Finally.
After TWO consecutive Chickens that were both #168. Yes.
Okay! Here we are.
The hard stuff
Late chickening!
I forgot how completely all-consuming teaching is.
We are now on the fourth day, incredibly, of the eight day voyage that is Crossing the Line, and oh wow. It is intense.
So I didn’t have time to chicken. And when I did, I wasn’t really in the headspace for that.
Apologies for the lateness. We’re here!
Rough weekend.
This now seems like a million trillion years ago but I was not feeling my best last weekend.
Nightmares and scariness and not sleeping.
So then I had to miss the Rosebuds bout. And dance class. Twice.
Not fun.
Ohmylord so busy.
Yes well, there’s that.
Teaching is awesome and it’s also really powerful.
Yes, this is also a good thing, but it requires a lot of presence, and a lot of recovery.
Screw-ups! And then: having to apologize for screw-ups.
Three hard emails to send to clients about changes. Ugh. Sorry sorry sorry.
It’s cold!
Transitions.
Always hard.
The night when sleeping was off.
Sleep! It’s my favorite thing in the entire world.
So when it’s not working, nothing is working.
The good stuff
The massive amount of stuff I managed to get done before Crossing the Line began.
It was pretty mind-boggling, actually.
I had some of the most productive days I’ve had in my entire life. And I wasn’t even at Rally.
Including dispatching a massive box of iguanas.
And getting what felt like hundreds of things done.
Mmmmmmm.
I got to leave some marvelous presents for me-in-a-few-weeks.
And then when I got to the Playground there were all sorts of presents for me-now from me-a-few-weeks-ago.
Yay. Conscious entry. It’s helping.
Crossing the Line.
So I’m teaching this eight day retreat/voyage thing called Crossing the Line (password: haulaway), and it started Toozday and it is amazing.
Everyone there is smart, sweet, funny, creative, kind, goofy and delightful.
The Playground is filled with happy sighing and giggling.
We are having epiphanies like mad and everything we have done is working.
Love love love love love. This might be the most fun event I’ve ever taught.
I am SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!!!!
Let me tell you this wonderful thing…
This is what one person at the Crossing said the other day:
“My realization on the second day was so completely amazing/perfect/mind-blowing and so EXACTLY-WHAT-I-NEEDED that this entire experience would have been worth it just for that. If I got nothing else (and yeah, fine, there have been hundreds of other things), I’d still be completely beyond-happy. I wish I’d known it would pay for itself in the first two days. The rest — unbelievable as it is — all feels like a bonus.”
And here’s what someone else said today:
“It’s like I have carbonated sunshine running through my body, and everything is changing and everything is better.”
Yes. The Crossing. It is that great.
Also we already have three sign-ups for *next* October. So maybe see if you can make it and try to make something happen. Scholarship available.
The Future! It is here.
We can take credit cards at the Playground now. Through our merchant account.
Yay for the Toy Shop! Yay for fewer administrative back-end procedures!
We updated the events page!.
Big new stuff.
Boulder!
We were able to announce my workshop in Boulder, Colorado.
And then it filled! But then the studio told us we could actually have more people there, so there’s a little more room.
We are going to have a brilliant time, I can already tell.
777!
My second-favorite number. Not because of slot machines. Because of the 777 Building (childhood landmark).
Anyway.
This week I was in the Pirate Log and saw that the First Mate had checked off more items off his list, and there was a note that said see the 777 things that have been checked off.
That’s a lot.
Take that, monsters. We are ACCOMPLISHING THINGS!
And having a party.
Second-funniest phone moment of the week.
Me to Siri: Set the timer for three minutes?
Siri to me: Don’t overcook that egg!
That is now my response to everything.
Thursday.
Several of the wonderful people at Crossing the Line decided to dance Thriller with me with a bunch of strangers in the middle of a street fair.
Then we ate mac and cheese.
Best. Day. Ever.

Onward, Chicken!
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, playing an all-burlesque show at the Playground as we speak.
The Easy Transitions
Though, of course, it’s really just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
- You won’t be able to Rally in April, August or October next year. January and June are both really close to full. If you’re thinking of rallying a Rally, this is a good time to sign up. Rally!
- November’s Great Ducking Out rally-retreat is sold out, but you can come to next year’s. Registration for the 2012 Ducking Out is officially open.
- Come to my workshop in Boulder! The Schmoppet will be there too…
I think that’s everything? If not, I’ll add stuff to the Very Personal Ads over the weekend.
That’s it for me …
And of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments if you feel like it.
Yes? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
p.s. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in at any point in the week (or not) and it’s no big deal.
More clews!
So I went clew-searching again.
And every time I do this, I wonder why I don’t do it a hundred times a day. It’s crazy-helpful and always surprising.
These are the clews that I decided were clews. The ones that caught my eye as I was perched on my teaching stage yesterday at the Playground:
- a pink flower
- happy purple elephant (on my sock!)
- magic wand
- tiny wooden door
- General Ignorance (on the title of the Book of General Ignorance).
I said: Hey clews, whaddya got?
And this is what they gave me.
The flower:
Grow. Expand. Trust. Breathe. Be patient. Be as flamboyant as you want when you’re there because why not.
The elephant:
Silliness is not just for bringing joy to you — it reminds you about the joy that is brought into the world through that process. Feet feet feet!
The wand:
Be intentional. Point, draw, declare, ask, show up, know, proclaim, fill up on fullness and possibility.
Want what you want. Be a scepter. Have a scepter. Visit the corners.
The door:
Uh, come on. Door! Door! More door. Entry, exit, movement, transition. Hidden passages. Make doors where you need them. Find them. Close them. Walk through when you’re ready.
General Ignorance:
Just call me General. *snickers*
Be willing to be wrong. Don’t assume. Invoke the principle of People Vary. The people who come into your world will get what they need, and you don’t know what that is — and that is as it should be.
Detach detach release release trust trust patience patience.
And then?
Then I changed my place to change my luck.
I visited the corners. I asked more questions. I wore a giant blue feather boa and a crazy, impossibly tall pink hat with a peacock feather.
There were noticings and pretzel sticks.
There were Remarkable Discoveries that had nothing to do with the clews at all. Until they did again.

Playing and the communal comment blanket fort.
You can explore, find clews, examine clews, interview clews.
Or do what you need to do.
We remember that our stuff is probably going to show up because that’s what it does. We care for ourselves as best we can.
We play. We don’t give unsolicited advice. We pay attention to what we need in any given moment, and try to meet that need in a way that feels safe and comfortable.
And I am blowing kisses from the Playground where it is currently the second full day of Crossing the Line (secret word: haulaway) and where we are having marvelous adventures. Wishing you all the best surprises today.
Entry: Sleep
Sleep is another one of those voyages I sometimes forget to prepare for.
Though rigorous internal scientific studies have shown that whenever I commit to any form of conscious entry, everything goes better.
Interestingly enough, the monsters have reviewed these studies and found them remarkably convincing.
Lately I’ve been doing some stone skipping before bed, as a way to practice the thing I am currently obsessing over:
Enter as you wish to be in it. Exit as you wish to continue.
Hello, sleep.
Of course, if I’m really exhausted, my bedtime ritual is just naming the moment:
SLEEP. ENTRY. DOOR.
But if I’m in the mood for writing, I’ll scribble on one or two of the following:
- What do I want from this time/experience of sleeping?
- What will help me have the sweetest sleep tonight?
- What am I releasing?
- What am I beginning?
- How do I want to feel when I wake up?
- Which part of me do I want at the front of the V when I wake up?
- What do I want to remember when I wake up?
And if none of these appeal to me, I pick a card from the Playground stone skipping deck…
Last week.
Last week I put up three new forum boards in my Kitchen Table program.
One of them is dedicated to sleep and dreams. To be honest, I was pretty sure no one would post there aside from me, but it’s been flooded with various threads about this.
We’re all practicing.
We’re practicing Morning Begins At Night (an awesome Andrey-ism).
And setting things up to be caring and supportive. Generally treating sleep like it’s the best present ever for slightly-future-you.
Which it kind of is.
And we can play here too.
Comment zen for the collective blanket fort…
You can use any of these stone-skipping questions. You can share if you like. You can deposit stories about how changing one aspect of approaching sleep changes other things.
Or not! You can always declare silent retreat, if you don’t feel like saying anything.
As always: we all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a practice.
We take responsibility for what’s ours, we let everyone else have what’s theirs, and we don’t tell each other what to do or how to feel.
I am declaring a secret napping room in here today. If you don’t have time, you can send a secret self to nap for you while you’re doing other things.
If you’d like to decorate the secret napping room or donate imaginary pillows, that would be lovely.
Love and a sleepy happy wave to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.