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.
Everything has a counterpart.
I’ve been on a mission to find one thing in each day and make it slightly less sucky.
Not big, meaningful, important things.
It’s more like finding some small bit that’s grating or jangling. And then removing it.
Replacing, rewriting, adjusting, deleting, translating it. Easing friction in some form.
It’s a form of play.
It forces me to think in terms of what Hiro calls perfect simple solutions:
What’s a playful, creative, possibly-elegant way to turn this thing I don’t like into something I don’t mind, don’t notice, or maybe even kind of enjoy?
Like this one.
I get spam phone calls on my cell phone from the same two numbers. Several times a day.
Being on the Do Not Call list doesn’t help. Reporting the evil little bastards doesn’t help. They ring all the time and I get annoyed each time and then I end up turning off my phone for days or even weeks, which also doesn’t help.
Last week I gave the spammy numbers the most relaxing ringtone I could find. And I named them.
Now when I hear beautiful bells ringing, I look at my phone and it says:
Breathe! No response necessary.
It’s a reminder to pause (paws!). And that not everything requires a response, which is useful.
These reminders are even better because past-me planted them for Slightly Future Me, and now here I am.
Magic.
Anyway, I’m starting to think that everything that annoys me has some sort of counterpart — the not-as-evil twin? — that doesn‘t annoy me. Or is even kind of pleasant. Kind of useful.
So I’m looking for the places and patterns in my life (physical stuff, systems issues) that need attention.
Anything that is half-working but half-falling-apart. And I’m looking for the silliest and most unlikely ways to turn those things around.
And when I can’t find creative solutions, I do Shiva Nata on it until something comes up.
But not all at once.
One thing each day.
I’m not necessarily changing anything right away.
Just identifying what sets me off. Taking notes on what I react to, how I react and how it feels.
And then thinking about what I want to see, hear, feel, perceive, experience instead.
One thing.
Kind of like the do just one thing thing or the do ten things thing. Thing-thing!
Play? Brainstorming party?
One thing you want to experiment with.
One thing you’d like to turn around and find the counterpart for.
Or a bunch of things. Or just a giant Where’s Waldo doppelgänger-finding party.
As always: we all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let people have their own experience and we don’t give each other unsolicited advice. Though of course if you want help and ideas from the other commenter mice, ask away.
And if someone would make me a virtual cup of throat-soothing tea, I would appreciate that. I might kind of be losing my voice and that sucks because today is Rally (Rally!).
Very Personal Ads #101: creative ways to get what you want.
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!
You probably don’t remember this at all but when we got to Friday Chicken #101 almost a year ago, it was called things to do on a rainy day.
As in: 101 Things To Do on Said Day of Rain. Anyway, I won’t be able to make this increasingly stupid joke again for another hundred weeks, so enjoy it while you can. Let’s do this!
Thing 1: gloves! colorful gloves!
Here’s what I want:
We moved the giant ship’s wheel at the Playground up higher on the wall so that it looks more dramatic. If you saw the first video of me in the pink wig, you can see how it was before.
But it makes it harder for people to accurately mirror what my hands are doing when I’m teaching Shiva Nata, especially in Horizontal 1 and Horizontal 4.
So I’m thinking costumes! Because that’s basically what I always think.
Bright gloves? Sparkly gloves? Ideally fingerless, of course.
Who’s got some?
Ways this could work:
I can dig through that one cabinet where things hide and maybe I’ll find those orange ones I used to have.
Maybe one of you guys has a pair not in use that you can send. Or maybe you know where I could get the perfect, crazy thing. Etsy shop recommendation?
My commitment.
To play! To experiment. To keep trying things.
To go Gwen Stefani on this and be fearlessly ridiculous in all of my teaching outfit choices for a while, just to see what happens.
I can — uh, theoretically — play with this at Rally (Rally!) this week. We’ll see!
Thing 2: Shiva Nata at Derby Daze!
Here’s what I want:
The Rose City Rollers (Portland’s roller derby league) host a yearly three-day derby retreat in August.
Last year’s sounded so amazing, and I had this crazy beautiful idea about running some Extreme Agility and Badass Coordination trainings (aka Shiva Nata) for the skaters — sort of like what I do for the team we sponsor. Go Guns N Rollers!
And then I did absolutely nothing with it.
And then this week @openlybalanced asked me about this year. Like, wouldn’t it be the most awesome thing EVER if the off-skates training for Derby Daze would be a shivanautical thing with me.
And I’m all yeah baby wheeeeeeee! Got super excited. And haven’t done anything.
Ways this could work:
Let’s see.
I could make a list of all my allies and resources who could help with this.
It could turn out that the connections I already have are enough.
It could turn out that everything needed for this is already in place.
There could be big fabulous enthusiasm and delight about it!
My commitment.
To stay with the gwish. To ride the enthusiasm.
To talk to any monsters who aren’t on board and find out what they need to feel safe with this. Internal investigation.
And of course I will use Shiva Nata to flail on it and see what patterns it shows me.
Thing 3: help spreading the word!
Here’s what I want:
I’m doing this no-cost snack preview (more fun than a sneak preview) picnic call on June 30.
It’s a fun group call. We’ll be talking about Shiva Nata, insights and epiphanies, ways to have fun and play, and a bunch of sneaky ways to teach and learn, as well as whatever else you want to know.
There will be a Chattery (like a chat room but better because it’s a Chattery) and it will be a beautiful time.
I want lots of lovely people! And questions! And an audience. And hilarity and fun. And I want help spreading the word.
Ways this could work:
First I am just going to ask.
It would mean so much to me if you guys could spread the word and invite people.
Here, online, on your blogs, at the Twitter bar or on Facebook (visit us at the Frolicsome Bar!), whatever works.
I am going to give you the link:
http://shivanata.com/blog/updates/sneak-preview-also-snack-preview-june-30th
What else? I can tell my friends, students, fellow shivanauts. And keep brainstorming. And dancing.
My commitment.
To keep finding ways to get better at asking for help and support.
And receiving it.
Thing 4: appreciation (and a new pattern)
Here’s what I want:
Last week I was at a dance class and the teacher was telling us about a class he’s teaching at a dance conference — a class of 2500 people! Imagine!
And I was so excited and happy for him! We all were. And even though I’m weird and freaky about crowds, the thought of that kind of intense energy — all those people doing the same thing at the same time! — was so powerful and inspiring.
My heart is singing and happily zooming just thinking about it.
And there is also a place of envy in my heart.
Not for the insanely world-changingly giant classes, though that would be amazing and I am sure it will happen one day. But for the outpouring of rejoicing that happened when he told us. Oh! I want like that!
In my experience, every time I’ve mentioned to my people that I am thinking of something bigger, so many of them freak out about what that change will mean for them and how they will be uncomfortable because of my biggification.
They’re in their pain and their discomfort, and that’s okay. Their story, their process.
But where my patterns come in is that moment of hurt. That painful longing for appreciation.
I am noticing how much I crave that kind of delight and rejoicing with me. To know that I am supported while I am growing this thing I care about so passionately.
Ways this could work:
Meeting my pain. Giving it room to exist. And permission to be there.
And then I can begin to work on the parts of this that are mine: my own pain and my own stuff.
How? By interviewing myself, my doing the alignment exercise, by doing everything we do here in order to destuckify and find a new, more sovereign relationship with this experience.
I can do Shiva Nata on it to figure out what the old patterns are and rewrite them.
Experimentation!
I can try to find the places where there already is so much love and appreciation for what I do. And I can try to find the shadow places: are there situations in which I also try to keep other people small because I am in pain?
My commitment.
To be curious. To ask open, compassionate questions. To release attachment to what I think the answers should be.
To conduct a loving investigation into this, without needing to fix anything. Just to find out what is going on and what the various parts of me need in order to heal. To keep moving.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
I wanted more Shiva Nata roller derby classes (hark! a theme!), and they’re being set up.
Then I asked for recommendations for the just-right gym bag and got plenty of great suggestions. Thank you!
Movement on the Shiva Nata iPhone app? Not really. Still waiting on legal to get things going.
Walking? More than I had been doing, maybe not as much as I’d like. I am going to re-work those last two asks and see what is missing and how I can change my relationship to it.
And I wanted celebration and recognition (aha! there it is again!) for sticking with the Very Personal Ads for one hundred whole weeks, and you guys were awesome about rejoicing with me, so thank you for that. Hugely appreciated!

Comment zen. Here’s what I’d love today.
Your own personal ads, small or large. Things you’ve asked for. Or are asking for. Or would like to ask for. Or updates on last time!
Stuff I’d rather not have:
The word “manifest”. To be told how I should be asking for things. To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given unsolicited advice.
Much love for your gwishes! So happy to have you doing this with me.
Friday Chicken #149: this chicken has got wheels!
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 crazy challenging. With some shining, beautiful moments.
And now it’s Friday! Friday wins again. So here we are. Chickening in 3, 2, 1…
The hard stuff
Confrontation! I do not like it.
So stressful. So not fun.
And so very much of it right now.
Metaphorical roller coasters.
Cycles of pain, fear, worry, doubt.
Business stuff falling through the cracks like crazy.
Admin screw-ups. System screw-ups.
Most of them my fault.
Feeling bad about all of it.
Noise. Incessant, unbearable noise.
Dogs. Babies. Hammering.
The sound of my own brain exploding from being so overwhelmed.
Generally wanting to kill people.
Pretty sure it was mostly hormonal but still. Sucks.
Tech stuff.
We broke the Secret Lab site while messing with video, and no one on staff could fix it and then we had to run for outside help (thank you, Chris!) and gaaaaaah tech stuff.
Thinking you’re done with something and then discovering you’re not.
Repeat.
The good stuff
The four hour nap I took on Saturday.
You can put that straight into the top ten list of most healing experiences of my existence. I mean, wow.
It was outrageous.
I confronted people and it was okay and I’m really proud of myself.
And even though I didn’t get what I wanted, this was such a win. Actually, it was about a dozen wins and I want ten thousand sparklepoints for doing it.
For one thing, confronting people is the most terrifying thing in the world for me. I’d rather do interpretive dance to the national anthem in front of thousands of people than initiate conversations like this.
So the fact that I even did it is a big deal. Add to that the fact that I am totally in awe of the two people I had to talk to.
And that I was able to make my case in a direct, sovereign and loving way. When they got defensive, I didn’t take it personally. I was able to see their sides, respect their positions and still say what I wanted to say.
Also I didn’t stutter or blush or apologize. And then I also figured out what we have in common (alignment!). AND I didn’t spent the next few days rehashing it in my head.
I don’t even know how to tell you how huge this is.
OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!
My beloved Guns N Rollers (the roller derby team that Selma and I sponsor) have been having a super rough season. They lost all their best skaters to the travel team, and have been struggling all year.
This past weekend in the pre-playoffs scramble they were up against the best team in the league. Imagine a small town baseball team up against the Yankees. I was pretty sure we were going to lose by hundreds of points.
But GNR has been using everything I’ve been teaching them in our Shiva Nata warm-ups, and it shows.
They showed up to the bout with the most competitive skating I’ve seen in several seasons. They lost, but only by fifteen points, which is outrageous. And they made the High Rollers work really hard to win, which no one was expecting.
If you had been there to see the GNR girls! They were using their force fields. They were using everything I’ve taught them. And it worked.
And they got to feel what it’s like when a thing that works does the job.
Shiva Nata and Roller Derby forever!
So I told Sugar that I’d be happy to run shivanautical agility and coordination trainings for the team this summer and they’re totally into it.
Just call me Flipper!
Okay so this chicken is now getting heavy on roller derby updates but that’s because there were bouts Friday, Saturday and Sunday so I really did spend half my week yelling my head off.
Anyway, there were about twenty people in our section who had never been to a bout before and they were planning on rooting for the High Rollers, but I turned them over to our side. Flip it!
See also shivanautical Flip-its, which are not the same thing.
Semi-related: the pink wig wins again!
Often at Rally (Rally!), people are heard to say that they like who they are on Rally so much better than in real-life.
Well, I like Pink Wig Havi better than regular Havi.
Pink Wig Havi! She’s gregarious, a word that no one has ever used to describe me.
Plus she’s crazy. I mean, so am I but her crazy is louder and way more entertaining.
Also, VIDEO! Of me! In a (different) pink wig.
A close second to my fear of confrontation is my terror of being videotaped. Except putting said video online.
I know that people do this every single day but I don’t get it. And I am envious of all of them.
Anyway, after years of agonizing I let someone take an actual video of a class. And then after a few more weeks of sitting on it, yesterday I published. Sparklepoints!
There are more videos up at the Secret Lab, but if you want to see me laughing hysterically and flailing some flail, go here:
This is the post where there is an actual video that you can see of me, pink wig and all, being shivanautical. Eek!
Summer!
Corn on the cob. Roasted squash from the garden. Everything from the garden.
All the roses in bloom. Strawberries! Bliss.
Also it’s Shavuot! Best. Holiday. Ever.
Plus this Monday is already Rally. 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 is the best!
Sad Little Robot Excursion
They’re playing in town all week. Except that it’s really just one guy.
ANNOUNCEMENT!
June 30 is a shivanautical snack preview (better than a sneak preview) picnic call. No cost. Hanging out with me. And snacks.
And talking about Shiva Nata and flailing.
If you’re even slightly intrigued by the magic and insanity/hilarity that is Shiva Nata, you are more than welcome to sign up.

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.
74 ways to push the reset button.
When things aren’t working, even the tiniest time-out = magic.
Yesterday things were very much not working, so I ended up making a list of the various ways available to me when I need to push the reset button.
Here it is.
Reset! Let’s see. You could…
- Take a shower.
- Go outside.
- Go for a walk.
- Walk backwards!
- Do something widdershins!
- Smell a flower…
- Take a nap.
- Hide under the blankets.
- Turn your closet into a temporary refueling station.
- Sing a song. Louder!
- Ask: how much of this fear/discomfort/pain belongs to me?
- Ask: how much of this fear/discomfort/pain is from now?
- Use a magical spray.
- Do a mudra.
- Use an acupressure technique (like EFT or TAT or any use of pressure points).
- Hum.
- Chant.
- Sing sea shanties and pretend you’re on a voyage.
- Roll on the floor hugging your knees.
- Yawn and yawn and yawns until you cry.
- Do an old Turkish lady stretch.
- Listen to one of your Emergency Calming The Hell Down recordings.
- Consult the Book of You.
- Talk to the monsters who say that you can’t stop.
- Let a negotiator talk to the fear that says things are never going to get better.
- Scribble with crayons or magic markers.
- Color with the monster coloring book (extra sneaky!).
- Ask slightly future you how she resolved this one.
- Use any of the grounding and centering techniques from Hiro‘s amazing Healing Internet Hangover course.
- Count backwards from 25.
- Strengthen your force field. Whoosh!
- Do simple Shiva Nata spirals.
- Run any Shiva Nata pattern or algorithm through your head. 3-2, 4-3, 1-4, 2-1!
- Find out why now is different from then.
- Use the alignment technique.
- Find out what is useful about being stuck right now.
- Invoke your superpowers — like Joseph.
- Write a Dr. Seuss rhyme about how much everything sucks.
- Yell TIME OUT!
- Take ten long deep breaths.
- Sama vritti pranayama is when the inhale and exhale are equal. Do that.
- Do ten silent screams (it helps to stop and take a breath or two between each one).
- Do the puppy paws. Pause. Paws!
- Be upside down.
- Find out what you’d tell the person you loved most if she/he was in your situation.
- Ask what brilliant support you’d give to a client who needed a reset button.
- Listen to a yoga nidra recording.
- Have a good cry for 15 minutes.
- Build a safe room in your mind.
- Build a safe room in your past.
- Run away! Just for now.
- Turn up the music and dance dance dance.
- Decide on a theme song.
- What Would Someone Fabulous Do?
- What Would The Wise And Compassionate Version Of You Do?
- Touch the floor.
- Do some stone skipping.
- Declare silent retreat!
- Take notes on what got you here so that you can change the pattern next time.
- Do something sweet for someone else.
- Blow bubbles!
- Whisper a secret to a tree.
- Make a gwish!
- Rub circles on the soles of your feet.
- Write magic words on the palms of your hands.
- Give yourself permission to be in the hard and in the stuck. Or to not want to be there.
- Put on a costume.
- Strike a pose.
- Talk about how much everything sucks but in a Groucho Marx voice. Or with your best Australian accent. Unless you’re Australian.
- Hop on one foot and be a bad-tempered one-legged pirate.
- One hand on your heart.
- Look for ten things that are blue.
- Name everything you see.
- Say I am here now.

Notes. And comment zen for today
As always, we invoke the “people vary” principle. This is my list of what might work for me.
Whatever doesn’t work for you can be ignored. Whatever *does* work for you can go straight into the Book of You.
It often helps to have your top three or four in mind (top of the toolbag!)
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We make room for people to have their own experience and that’s why we don’t tell each other what to do.
If you want to add other things that go on your personal list of ways to press the reset button, go for it.
Love to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.
What’s The Point.
Me: Hallloooo? Who doesn’t want to write this post? Is it the topic? Or is it that you don’t want me to write any posts?
Voice: What’s The Point.
Me: Oh, there you are, constantly-discouraged me.
Voice: Don’t call me that.
Me: What do you want to be called?
Voice: The Truth Forever And Ever!
Me: No, really. What do you want to be called that I might actually call you?
Voice: HUNGRY! FEED ME!
Me: Oh. Come on, distractor mouse. I understand if you don’t want to give a name. I still want to know who I’m dealing with.
Voice: What’s The Point.
What is true?
Me: Okay, WTP. What’s true about your position?
WTP: There is no damn point. Blah, blah, write a post. No one flipping cares. Why are you wasting your time? What’s the point.
Me: So if there’s no point and it doesn’t matter either way, it’s kind of interesting that you’re so invested in stopping me. If it doesn’t matter, what’s it to you if I write the post anyway? What’s your interest in this?
WTP: I love you. I want you to thrive. Writing posts is not thriving.
Me: Interesting. What is thriving to you? Tell me about thriving.
WTP: You should be doing what you need to do.
Me: And what’s that?
WTP: Building XXXXXXXXXXX. That’s where your passion is. Anything else takes away from it.
What is true?
Me: And you don’t see any connection between that and writing? Isn’t writing how I process things? And also: yesterday when I *was* working on XXXXXXXXXXX, didn’t you also have a lot of What’s-the-pointing to say about that?
WTP: What’s the point.
Me: What do you need? What would help you feel safe and supported?
WTP: I want you to be happy.
Me: Is that your mission?
WTP: Yes.
Supporting the mission.
Me: Well, I support that mission. And I want to help. I’m still not clear on how regularly saying What’s The Point helps with that mission.
WTP: Just trying to keep on track.
Me: Keep on track?
WTP: There’s a track.
Me: Here’s the interesting part, for me. In my experience, when you say What’s The Point, I get derailed. So then I’m NOT on track.
WTP: Interruption is important.
Interruption is important.
Me: Of course interruption is important. I agree with you. That’s what the post we were writing was about. About pushing the reset button. Taking time out. It’s just that there are different kinds of interruption, like…
WTP (interrupting): NO THERE IS NOT. WHAT’S THE POINT. WHAT’S THE POINT.
Me: You know at a Roller Derby bout how everything changes after a time-out?
WTP: Yeah. Everything is better.
Me: Yup. The girls get back into their force fields. They find their flow.
WTP: That’s also why it’s good to call the jam off even in a power jam situation if you’re getting stuck behind the pack, just to kind of reset things. Start fresh.
Scared.
Me: Exactly! So during that time out, it’s the job of the bench coach to help the skaters push the reset button. To help them get back out on the track and change things up. Do you think the coach calls a time out to say What’s The Point.
WTP: No.
Me: We know what happens when skaters go into What’s The Point mode.
WTP: Like at Regionals. It’s no good. You gotta keep trying! You gotta keep moving!
Me: Right. You take time out to give legitimacy to the frustration and pain, and then you refocus and try something new.
WTP: Totally!
Me: So how come you keep saying What’s The Point?
WTP: I’m so scared.
I can’t stop you.
Me: Oh! Tell me what you are scared about.
WTP: That you will love too much. You love your business too much. You love Shiva Nata too much. You love all of it too much. I want you to not care so much so you won’t get hurt.
Me: Oh. Oh, sweetheart. That is a hard burden to walk around with. All that worry.
WTP: What’s The Point. Worrying is stupid. I should stop worrying.
Me: If only it worked that way. I worry too. It’s okay. Worry is normal.
WTP: So you’re saying that I can’t stop you.
Me: If what you want is to help me remember to pause (paws!), then I would like that kind of stopping. An encouraging kind of stopping, though.
Kidding.
WTP: Like YOU GO GIRL!
Me: Uh, no.
WTP: Kidding. Kidding. I would never say that.
Me: Good.
WTP: What about something like Time Out, Please!
Me: Works for me!
And there were sandwiches for everyone.
And there were sandwiches for everyone.
Sandwiches!