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.
Meta.
So right now it’s Rally (Rally!).
This is Rally #13.
Which is rather an astonishing number of Rallies to have rallied, if you think about it. Didn’t we just come up with the idea?!
And we — that is to say, me, fourteen other people and Selma the duck — are all here at the Playground and we are rallying the Rally together. Rally!
Except, of course, that I’m also [verb]-ing the Rally at the same time, because I am the captain of this crazy ship. The captain and the adventure-channeler and the one who knows the lyrics of the secret songs and also the keeper of the PLUM.
It’s complicated. But it’s also very simple.
This is a post about under the surface.
Last night.
Last night was Erev Rally.
That is to say: Rally Eve.
Rally always begins the night before. On a Monday.
Erev Rally is when we embark. We set off.
If you are not familiar with the concept of Erev, I would love it if you’d read this gorgeous, perfect poem that goes straight into my heart and resets something every time. All of it.
We sail forth on our grand adventure, without yet knowing what it is or where we are going.
We embark and we orient ourselves within this process of embarking. We wave at the shore. We make separations. We learn about spaciousness and buffers.
It is silly and lighthearted. It is full of the power of beginning.
Last night.
Every once in a while during this process of Erev, as we go through the rituals and practices of Embarkation-Orientation, we stop and look at what we’re doing.
I like to sometimes throw in a bit of hey let’s analyze what we’re doing while we’re doing it, for an extra kick of meta.
Like: why are we searching for Clews? What is the hidden purpose of Schmurphling? Or Away, Rio!, for that matter.
Because, as you might imagine, there is a point to everything I do.
Actually, there are many points to everything I do. You can always assume method to madness. There is always a clear and loving intention.
So sometimes we talk about that. (And, no big surprise, there’s a point to that too.)
You know what I love?
People’s ideas, theories and answers about why we’re doing what we’re doing are always different.
Not only that, but this: in any given group, people can easily come up with 30 or 40 creative and varying reasons for what my sneaky, nefarious purposes might be.
And each group will come up with different types of reasons than the last group. It’s fascinating.
No one is ever wrong. There isn’t really a wrong. It’s just an ever-growing collection of possible and likely reasons.
And the reason behind the reasons is always this:
Anything I do or say at Rally is intended to transmit something about the (sparkly, mysterious and marvelous) culture of being on Rally and being at the Playground.
It’s a code. It’s a shorthand. It’s a transmission system.
So, for example, Rally culture and Playground culture share a lot of qualities:
Play. Inspiration. Creativity. Spaciousness. Safety. Comfort. Wonder.
Delight. Sovereignty. Permission. Amnesty. Sanctuary. Freedom.
Exploration. Discovery. Light-heartedness. Focus. Grounding. Sustainability. Adaptability. Flow.
Chaos. Form. Joy. Presence. Receptivity. Glee. Quiet. Replenishing. Warmth. Color. Possibility.
But it’s better for Rally if we do things that somehow demonstrate what that feels like than it is for me to lecture about culture.
The things I do while [verb]-ing Rally are designed to emit culture. To help the culture get louder.
And once you know that, you can look for the qualities hiding in plain sight in each experience.
So let’s apply that here.
Obviously hanging out on the blog is different than being at Rally.
For one thing, there’s no Refueling Station. No hammocks (other than imaginary and/or metaphorical ones). No visible fairy doors. No Costumery. Our costumes here are imaginary.
And no pretzel sticks. It’s also much harder to acquire a butt-monster.
But the culture is still very similar. In some ways, Rally is an extension of this blog.
So.
If you assume that everything I say or do here online also has a purpose…
And if you already know that this purpose is to make it possible for you to have an energy-experience or even a tangible experience of this culture…
Then let’s talk about how I do that. It’s a meta-party of meta!
What I’d like today. And comment zen for the blanket fort!
Any examples you can come up with of things that I do or say on the blog or elsewhere on this site.
And how they give you a sense of the qualities which live here.
(Whatever you happen to think of is totally fine by me. And the archives are at your disposal, if you need them.)
If you don’t feel like joining in out loud, no worries. You can always call Silent Retreaaaaaat! Or just whisper it.
- You can also tell Rally stories, if you’ve been on Rally.
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Or make a Gwish about someday. That works too.
As always, we all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a process.
We make room for everyone else to have their stuff, and we make this a safe space by taking responsibility for our own stuff and by not giving advice.
postscripts!
- One day I’d really love to do a Meta-meta Rally, where all we do is analyze Rally and examine rallying while we rally. That would be so awesome.
- If you’re longing to escape/rewrite American Thanksgiving, there are 2 spots left for the extra-long Great Ducking Out Rally.
- Also: 5 spots left for the January Rally, I believe.
- The list of dates for the 2012 Rallies: on the Rally page. Rally! Prices go up in January, so sign up early.
- If you need a Stowawayship Scholarship-ship, go here.
That’s all.
Love, as always, to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.
Very Personal Ads #114: easily and graciously
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!
Today some of my Very Personal Ads are for the world in addition to being for me.
But really, all Very Personal Ads are for the world.
That’s because they’re about our relationship with desire and our relationship with ourselves.
And as we pay attention to these relationships, we change how we interact with everything. Just throwing that into the pot. This week’s VPAs!
Thing 1: peacefulness in this time of pain, for anyone who needs it.
Here’s what I want:
That is what I want.
Ways this could work:
Reminding myself of my vast internal world and my vast internal resources. The places where peacefulness is as readily available as anything else.
Wishing it for the world. Not forcing it on anyone. Not whooshing it at people.
Just putting it into the world, so that it is there for anyone who wants to partake in it.
My commitment.
To breathe peacefulness.
To do some old Turkish lady yoga on this, and some Shiva Nata for the pattern-untangling parts.
To remember why this is important.
Thing 2: a gumball machine for the Playground.
Here’s what I want:
The Playground needs a coin-operated old-fashioned gumball machine, ideally on a wooden base. An old-timey candy-dispensing contraption!
It just does.
Ways this could work:
Maybe one of my people has seen one, heard of one or knows where one lives.
Maybe it will magically show up on Craigslist or something.
Maybe someone will come up with the perfect, simple solution.
My commitment.
To wish the wish and be receptive to the many ways that things could work out.
Thing 3: making separations easily and graciously
Here’s what I want:
In times of collective grief, pain, despair and challenge, it is very easy for me to get derailed.
I can slip into external grooves or get pulled into another orbit instead of staying in mine.
I have the tendency to let my own pain become amplified and merge with everyone else’s pain.
This is the downside (ha, one of them) to the many and shining gifts that come with being highly sensitive.
I have spent many years working on getting to know my superpowers and figuring out how to function with them. And the thing that is always true is this:
It is vital that I separate out my pain from everyone else’s pain. And that I release everything that isn’t mine.
This week involves making even more separations than usual. I would like this to happen easily and graciously.
Ways this could work:
I can do my rituals.
I can write about it.
I can make safe rooms.
I can play with creating closeness through intentional separations.
My commitment.
To take care of myself.
To remember that the majority of what I feel does not actually belong to me, and I can release it.
Thing 4: restocking the Toy Shop
Here’s what I want:
Between the renovations we did to the Toy Shop and my new shopkeeper’s hat, the shop nearly got cleaned out at last week’s Shiva Nata training.
We definitely need to order some more butt-monsters pronto. And we’re running low on a lot of other things too.
Ways this could work:
Maybe this week at Rally (Rally!), I can order some new things.
Maybe we’ll empty out what we have and bring in new inventory.
Maybe there are lots of surprises.
My commitment.
To spend time in the Toy Shop, talking to it and finding out what it wants to become.
Thing 5: implementation
Here’s what I want:
Ohmylord I have been having the most massive epiphanies and realizations ever due to all the intense-intense Shiva Nata we did at last week’s training.
And now I am on an order-and-reordering rampage. I am high on organic forms of order.
And I am addressing a pile of Gwishes in the form of a stack of messy notes. What is in this pile for me? How does it wish to find order? What are the clues and where is the treasure?
What needs to be set free? WHAT NEEDS TO BE SET FREE? I want to sing this to the sun.
For the first time ever, I am not dreading a pile or forcefully saying YES LET’S DO THIS or talking myself into meeting a pile. I am running towards it like in a slow motion movie sequence. I am galloping off into the woods with it. I am coming to a cafe to sit across from it and hold its hand.
Hello, pile. Hello, forces of order, chaos, coming apart and re-ordering. Hello, universe of molecules. Hello, universe inside of my being.
Anyway, I want all these realizations and re-orderings to get implemented.
See?! This kind of crazy, wonderful, inexplicable, untranslatable nuttiness is why it’s impossible to write “copy” for how great a Shiva Nata training is. IT WILL GIVE YOU THE BRAIN AND HEART YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU WANTED. I am already wondering what kind of messed up stuff I’ll be saying after the next one.
Ways this could work:
During Rally (Rally!). It could be part of my thing-that-is-a-project.
I don’t know.
I just want to watch all the new order to come in like the best tetris game ever.
My commitment.
To continue to be wowed by this process.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted more walking. Which didn’t so much happen this week since I was teaching and it was crazy hot. But this morning I walked for an hour. It’s on my mind, and this is good.
Then I wanted to rewrite the Pickle Page and it’s written. If you apply to Crossing the Line — the link is “haulaway” and this is only the whisper-brunch page— you’ll get to read it. It is the best Pickle Page ever.
I needed a body/systems plan, and it worked out great.
Also I wanted the whisper-brunching to happen quietly and it did! Also I wrote a love letter. Thank you!
Comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.
Things that are welcome! Your own personal ads, small or large. Updates on past ones if you like.
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 #162: Kapowsh Kapowsh!
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.
It can’t be Friday because in my head it’s still Wednesday.
But here we are.
Apparently.
Happy Friday! Let’s do this.
The hard stuff
Still too many things to do.
Overwhelming!
Plus there is always so much sadness and grief about the things that don’t get done. Even though, when you think about it, there will always be things in that category.
I mourned some of the not-doing this week.
Exhaustion.
So tired. So very tired.
I don’t even know what to say about that.
The building next door to the Playground is not done doing renovations.
Apparently they will never be done. They’ve been renovating since we moved in (fifteen months ago!).
And, according to the latest from my neighbors in the building, they’ve been doing this for at least NINE YEARS.
We’re going to have to sing the buttmonster song to make it better.
Ignored my bedtime.
I wanted so so badly to see Sharon Van Etten. I’ve pretty much stopped going to shows since the Nick Cave thing, because my needs to preserve my hearing, breathe steadily and be able to sit down are stronger than my desire to be present with the music while it’s happening.
Plus I really need to get enough sleep.
And if that makes me boring and old, I can deal with that.
So this show was going to be at 10pm, which is about half an hour past my bedtime.
But I had to go! And it was a tiny, special show. In a bar. Where I could sit. And not be overrun by throngs of people. Which is basically music heaven for a highly sensitive person.
Except, of course, that it didn’t actually start until 11:30. Which is when I used to start my shift back when I was a bartender. But right now it’s too late for me by a lot. Didn’t get to bed until after one, and that was not good.
Music still has so much sad.
Because I still miss my friend who is dead. He was at the concert too, sitting on the window ledge and smoking.
It never bothers me when he smokes. Maybe dead people cigarettes smell differently. I told him how many years it has been since I stopped, and he was really happy for me.
The news. I am ignoring it.
Seriously, it’s too much.
I wish the Shiva Nata training was at least a week longer!
I have so much more to cover!
And everyone is so amazing and I just want to get to hang out with them and do crazy shivanauttery all day.
Why does it have to end? Not fair! Not fair!
But it ends this afternoon. And then Rally starts Monday. What?! How?
That’s going to be amazing though, so ONWARD to the good!
The good stuff
Hit by massive inspiration.
I had a good three days of being in the zone, thanks to all the crazed Shiva Nata I’d done the week before.
Rewrote the Rally (Rally!) page, knocked about seventeen big things off the List of Roses and Iguanas, and wrote all the things that had been kicking around in my head wanting to be written.
Including the thing I had been completely blocked on. I just sat down and wrote it. Not even at Rally. Incredible.
A first.
I started this site six years ago (six years and two weeks!) but I’ve never done a guest post.
That’s because I’ve never wanted to.
But I did it for TJ as part of his Wagging the Blog experiment.
Partly because I really like the form. 30 Things I Love Right Now.
And partly because I really like TJ.
Also I met him at Rally. Rally! You should come to a Rally. It will be good. It’s where I meet people.
Anyway, I will send you think link when it’s up.
Lovely serendipity.
Went out to see a film on the weekend but there was a crazy impossibly long line, so gave up on that.
Went outside just as my friend Dana and her husband were driving by. They stopped. We went to Captured by Porches for beer and happiness. It was just right.
Help and support.
I’m getting so much wonderful help and support from people in my Kitchen Table program. I get to run all this stuff I’m working on by them, and they are so unbelievably helpful.
Feeling really appreciative.
Sharon Van Etten!
Even with no sleep, I wouldn’t have missed that show for the world.
It was unbelievably great.
Bliss.
I was there.
Thank you.
Exhale.
I’ll link to a video at the bottom so you can imagine it. Just like that but a hundred million times better!
The Shiva Nata training.
Ohmygod, this training.
I am having so much fun teaching it.
The hot buttered epiphanies are top notch: extra buttery!
The people who came are smart, funny, creative, goofy, and wonderful companions for doing something like this.
It’s a thrilling experience, really and truly.
And the usual thing where everyone there thinks they can’t do it and they can’t teach it, and then they all realize how deliciously wrong they are about all of that.
Also, I’m teaching it completely differently than either of the last two, which is a fun experiment. Results! There are many.
And all the Shiva Nata, of course.
We’ve done it silently and with music.
With words and numbers together. If you get a chance, ask one of our brand new teachers about the ten creative robots, the twenty one comforting ice creams and the twenty eight magical moments of spontaneity.
With sound effects:
Whoosh, Kapow, Meep and Ping for the horizontals. Eeeee, Shhhhh, Splat and Zap for the verticals. These also combine in cool ways like Meeping (4:3) or Splatsch (7:6).
Kapow and Whoosh gives you this cool kapowsh kapowsh sound.
We did it in a variety of other impossible ways too. We got hot and sweaty. We got still and silent. We did things we didn’t think we could do.
We made mistakes gleefully, messed up disastrously, made order out of chaos and took the world apart and put it back together. We rested and we ate potato chips. We fondled butt-monsters.
And I get to do three whole more hours of this stuff today. Yay!
Oh, and all the epiphanies, of course.
The number of insights, realizations, understandings and bits of Oh Yes It’s Like That have been huge.
Between the training and all the stuff I did to prepare for the training, my mind has been blown six ways from Sunday.
Wow. That’s all I can say for now. Wow! And still processing the rest.
Rally starts on Monday!
I love Rally so much I can hardly stand it. Rally!
And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
This week’s band courtesy of my wonderful uncle Svevo:
Mysterious Toe Accordion
They’re playing in town all week. Except that it’s really just one guy.
Also thanks to Darcy for introducing me to this marvelous song.
From the archives.
An old post of mine I accidentally encountered this week that I don’t remember writing or that seemed weirdly useful…
That’s from November, 2008. Weird.
Announcement time!
Imagine that I’m wearing that crazy hat. 🙂
- Reminder: Rally prices have to go up in 2012. Sooner than it sounds. And Rallies are already filling up quickly. So take a look at the SCHEDULE for this new year and make a Gwish about when/how.
- The whisper-brunch is happening for Crossing the Line: the 8 Day Voyage! (password: haulaway). I highly recommend signing up before I have a chance to write the copy for this. The bonuses are better.
- Lisa Firke has a gorgeous new site and, even better, a wonderful list called Rabbit, Rabbit. Get on that! I am a Lisa-fan.
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. It’s okay if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — you can join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.
Hello, September
It seems to be a tradition now of not saying hello to the month until we’re a week in. Which is probably good. Get a sense of it and all that.
Anyway, it’s September. And this is an experimental form, so I’m going to say hello to September differently than I did in either Hello, August or Hello, July (both of which were quite different from each other too).
And since I just talked about conscious entry the other day, this is good timing.
September and different kinds of September memories.
I know there’s going to be — for me — an oppressive amount of heavy, formal, expectation-laden memorializing this month, with the ten year anniversary of the United States finding out about the kind of terror that happens where you live.
(What’s definitely not going to happen is this.)
So it’s in the ether. I’m aware of it. And I will do my own private mourning/processing as necessary, along with other things to separate out from the larger cultural angst. Angstfest 2011!
But this is not where I want my focus.
I want to concentrate on happier anniversaries:
- 6 years (and a week!) since this website came into the world.
- 10 years since I recognized that my marriage was over (which was painful at the time but also this giant bell ringing FREEDOM!).
- 10 years since a life-changing trip to Chicago and Madison.
- 3 years since I decided it was time to be okay having a home. That’s how I ended up with Hoppy House, which is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
September and my body.
I would like us to ease into fall together.
To keep dancing and walking. To keep doing old Turkish lady yoga, aerobics, tramping and Shiva Nata.
To notice how our relationship (me with my body) changes as the weather changes.
To keep letting my body be the CEO and make the executive decisions.
I may start teaching a regular Shivanauttery class at the Playground.
And I want to get back to doing trainings for the roller derby girls.
September and time.
Morning begins at night.
And vice versa.
Entry and exit. Paying attention. Asking the right questions. Using the stone skipping cards. Working with Cairene.
September and rest.
I have a crazy busy ten days right now, with running the Shiva Nata training that started last night, and [verb]-ing Rally #13 next week.
Going to need to follow that up with (metaphorical) Island Time and then a proper vacation. Also making plans for a holiday in October.
September and space.
Noticing what’s happening in my relationship with my pirate queen quarters at the Playground, aka my Dressing Room.
Noticing how I interact with my space. Playing with boundaries. Wearing my crown. And the furry toy snake. Taking notes.
Doing more Shiva Nata specifically to identify the patterns and mess them up.
September and play.
I have lots of new costumes in the Costumery, and I’m planning on using them.
For the photo shoot with Kylie. For Bridgetown Brawl (Besterns!). For teaching and for writing.
And of course I shall wear my Shopkeeper Hat.
September and Gwishing.
I have many Gwishes for September.
Including:
- Progress on Hawaii.
- A fully, happy Crossing the Line 8 Day Voyage (formerly the Week of Biggification) in October.
- Move up to the larger weights. When I’m ready!
- More planning for the Shiva Nata dvd
- new morning walking ritual
- the 2012 Rallies filling up. Rally!
- To feel sovereign, supported and grounded.
- To take care of myself in every way I can.
- Naps! Lots and lots of naps.
- Sandwiches at the monkey.
- Seeing an old friend.
- Shivanautical biggification.
- The orange couch.
I’m putting these all into the pot with love.
Play with me! And comment zen for the blanket fort.
If you would like to think about your relationship with this September and you want to share stuff, go for it. Silently counts too!
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a process.
We let other people have their stuff and take responsibility for our own stuff. And we do this through not giving other people advice or telling them how what to do or how to feel.
Kisses to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.
Extra wishes for a safe, healthy, delight-filled September with lots of the good kind of surprises.
Have you seen me? I might be a tiny orange car, for example…
So last week in the Very Personal Ads I asked for bobble-whatzits and didn’t describe what they were very well.
Here is a PICTURE of what I mean:
Apparently, as it turns out, regular people call these placecard holders. That’s cool. Good to know!
Here’s the thing. I need a bunch of these for the Playground, and I was hoping you might have some.
And that if you have some that you do not need, that you could send them our way.
Especially if they are cute, colorful, childlike or otherwise sweet and creative.
But Havi, what are you going to do with all these bobble-whatzits?
There are a few things I have in mind.
Punch cards!
The Playground can be, among the many other mysterious shapes it takes, something of a hippie socialist cooperative.
If dishes need to be done, someone does them. If trash needs taking out, someone takes it out.
(The EXCEPTION to this: if your pattern is to be the person who always does the dishes or takes out the trash, you need to consciously not do these things. That’s because the Playground is all about lovingly noticing and interacting with patterns.)
Anyway, as part of this… we share punch cards.
For coffees and tea and books and grilled cheese sandwiches. We have punch cards from nearly every place in the neighborhood.
And these live in the bobble-whatzits. Say you’re rallying it up at Rally (Rally!) and you go out for a coffee: you take the card, get it punched — punch! — and bring it back.
Eventually someone gets a free coffee or a free grilled cheese sandwich or a free children’s book, and then they adore you forever. Even if they don’t know who you are. It’s good.
Announcements and notices.
Lots of things around the Playground could use some little descriptors.
Like the pink fairy door. Or one of the creative outlets (it’s a regular outlet but extra creative). Shuki the plant. The camel that Taylor gave us.
If we had more bobble-whatzits, we could put up little signs. I love signs.
In the Toy Shop.
As noted in the Toy Shop discussion, pretty much everything already has a price tag.
But there are some things that we can’t put price tags on because it doesn’t work.
For example, you can’t put a price tag on a pouncer. There is no way to do it. If you saw a pouncer, you would understand. There isn’t a way to stick something to a pouncer or tie something to a pouncer.
Unless you hid it in its mouth. But the thing with pouncers is, they don’t really like that.
We could cluster pouncers together and put up bobble-whatzit signs with the pouncer prices!
Same for the stone skipping card sets (password: elevate).
In the Galley.
Little signs for the tea and for the recycling and for the gnome that is secretly a bottle-opener.
Bobble-whatzits!
And maybe for actual placecards during the Halloween Party that’s happening during the Crossing the Line 8 Day Voyage. Or for the Great Ducking Out Running-Away-From-Thanksgiving picnic feast.
And probably for other things that I haven’t even thought of yet.
The point is: we are looking for them.
So: if you have bobble-whatzits (or placecard-holders) that you could send us, that would be hugely, hugely appreciated.
Here’s our mailing address:
The Fluent Self, Inc
1526 NE Alberta Street #218
Portland, OR 97211
United States
Or: if you found some cute ones online that you think I should buy, send me the link. Especially if someone you know makes them.
Thank you! And play with me…
You can invent other uses for bobble-whatzits with me…
Or names. Since we definitely need to call them something else. Or find a useful metaphor.
You can say HOORAY for the Playground and for all the changes we are making there (big redecorating in progress).
Celebration appreciated.