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.
Friday Chicken #127: glamtacular spatchcocking, on the other hand
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
Yay! The first Chicken of the New Year.
Better already.
Which is good, because this week was pretty intense, and I’m feeling a bit dazed.
Let’s see what happened. Hmmm.
The hard stuff
No weekend, again.
Thanks to the mad tech problems with reopening the Kitchen Table after dry-dock, I worked the entire weekend and so I was already burnt out before the week even started.
Not good.
Feeling like the guy from that yiddish parable.
You know, “it could always be worse!” and then he ends up living with sheep and goats and guess what, it is worse.
Like that. 🙂
Every time something got unbroken, something else broke. On a deadline, with a hundred people waiting. No sooner would we say march back to square one, then square one would crash and we wouldn’t even have that anymore.
Incredibly frustrating.
Body unhappy.
Actually it was me unhappy which lead to not sleeping which lead to body unhappy which lead to sleepy, careless accidents.
Twisted my back moving desks at the Playground, sliced my knee, two papercuts and another back-related thing.
We forgot to hand out the valium in the welcome packets again.
Since this is the third year in a row that I’m running the Kitchen Table program, and I already know that everyone goes into mad freakout mode the first week, you’d think I would be expecting this.
Oh wait, I was.
It’s just that I thought everyone else would also remember this.
The patterns. They are predictable.
Normally I find this phenomenon…interesting, entertaining, fascinating, intriguing.
This week not so much.
No movement on the one thing that really needed movement.
Between the chaos and commotion of the week, the one thing that really needed to happen didn’t.
Which means that a bunch of other things are going to have to move and change.
Pretty sure that something good will come out of the chaos, but I don’t know what it is yet.
Valium for everyone! On to the good.
The good stuff
A zombie yule miracle.
Against all odds we really did manage to get the Kitchen Table open on Monday.
Even though the day before so many things had been broken that it seemed like there was no way out of the mess.
I credit the the wonderful round-the-clock emergency work of our dedicated tech genius. And the Very Personal Ad. And the helper mice!
Huzzah! A big source of worry turning out to be okay.
Fun! With clients.
Now that I’m out of my own end-of-the-year dry dock period, I was back to seeing clients all week and it was so much fun!
Much silliness and laughing and intensely creative solving of problems and destuckifying.
It was really just a pleasurable thing, and I was happy to be back to my routine.
Movement! And momentum.
Like finally moving some of the 3-ton desks at the Playground. And fixing lots of things-that-needed-fixing.
And getting new rugs.
It looks absolutely gorgeous. But mainly I feel inspired by this burst of movement.
Obsessing over spirographs again.
It really is the most shivanautical thing ever.
Thanks to Claire for sharing this. Wow.
A day off! With a friend! When does that ever happen?
Not just a day off, but a day full girl talk and pizza-eating and hilarity.
And hanging out at the Playground, of course.
Oh, how I love Shannon. You should too. She’s marvelous.
Bill Bailey introduced me to the possibility of using the word spatchcocking as a descriptive insult.
And now I can’t stop.
This may have saved my week, because it brought on a fit of the giggles, and that was so exactly what was needed.
Fabulous Rallying of Rally coming up in 3, 2, 1!
This Monday is a special Rally that I’ve been looking forward to for ages.
Selma and I get to meet some of our favorite people ever, and it is all VERY exciting!
And only one more week until Roller Derby starts up again.
I’ve seriously been going out of my mind without derby bouts to watch.
We’re sponsoring Guns N Rollers again and I’m so thrilled for this season that I can hardly stand it.
If you’re in Portland, come next week! And wear pink and black, or I’m not even talking to you.
Seriously, come find me — I’ll be the one in the outrageously hideous (but glamtacular!) pink and black camo faux fur mini-skirt, probably holding a duck.
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:
Pig-Faced Tyrant
And it’s the worst band in the entire world. Oddly enough, it’s actually just one guy.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
The difference between grinding wheels and not grinding wheels.
Or: the difference between process and actual destuckifying.
When people set off on the trail of destuckification, it often happens that they hit the Grinding Your Wheels In The Mud phase.
What wheel-grinding looks and sounds like:
- Looping conversations in our head, where we repeatedly run through all the things they did or said, and the things we could or should have.
- Bringing this “he said, she said” cycle into other interactions and conversations and hashing it out even more.
- Perceiving other people’s experiences (or reactions to our experience) as shoes being thrown in our direction.
- Long, drawn-out assessments of the problem from different angles.
- Soap opera reporting (“and then he did X and she couldn’t believe that I didn’t”).
Of course, the wheel-grinding isn’t necessarily the problem in and of itself.
Wheel-grinding can be surprisingly useful, which is partially why we do it.
You can have a long wheel-grinding session with a friend, or bring your wheel-grinding to your coach or tell the whole saga to a hollowed out tree in the forest.
And you’ll feel better.
Because it’s a form of release. And because the brain loves a puzzle. So the whole time that we’re process-process-processing the hurt and the pain and the stuck, the brain is hard at work.
At some point, whether you’re talking to a therapist or a wall, some sort of insight will emerge. Some pattern will reveal itself. Something will become dislodged.
So it’s not that grinding our wheels in the mud is necessarily the wrong thing to do. It’s just that (as the therapist knows — probably the wall knows it too), it’s not destuckification.
What destuckification looks like.
It’s about conscious approach.
It’s about being inquisitive about the pain and what it needs, without living in the pain.
It’s about giving legitimacy for the hard without believing that the perception of the hard is necessarily the full story.
It’s about owning your crap. And separating out what’s yours from what’s theirs. Asking compassionate questions and setting clear boundaries.
It’s mindful, playful, curious, loving.
It involves taking active steps to change things and not just repeating the loop.
It’s the difference between being in the loop and being someone who recognizes that she’s in the loop and can say:
“Oh, look at that! Huh. I’m in the loop. Okay. I know this loop. And even though I don’t know how to get out of this loop, I do know that I’m allowed to be here.
“And I know that every time I draw attention to the fact that I’m in this and give myself permission to not like it, I’m getting more room. I’m separating from the experience of the loop and becoming someone who is interacting with a loop.”
What “taking active steps” means.
Well, it means try something. It means doing something with the stuck whenever we catch ourselves chanting the stuck stuck stuck stuck song.
For example. You can:
Give permission and legitimacy: reminding yourself that there is always a reason for feeling whatever you happen to be feeling. And without knowing that reason, it is okay for you to be where you are.
Be curious about whose pain this is. Who is talking? How old are you?
Ask: Is this from now? Is it possible that something about this situation is reminding me of a past situation and I’m going there instead of being here?
Separate: Even if the perceptions and sensations from now are reminding me of then, what are ten ways that now is not then? What are some of the skills and abilities I have at my disposal now that I didn’t know about then?
Build safe rooms for your sad scared selves and find out what the monsters have to say. Bring in a negotiator to talk to the part of you who is feeling anxious.
Assess: is this mine? Or is it possible that I’m picking up on other people’s stuff?
Go into detective mode: What are the patterns at play here? What aspects of these patterns can I map out? Where are the gaps where I can introduce new elements so that the pattern has no choice but to begin to rewrite itself?
Bring someone else to the front of the V. Do five minutes of Shiva Nata to get your neurons out of the habit of following their favorite pathways.
Turn your attention to helping other people feel safe, welcomed, supported, or whatever the experience is that you want to be having yourself.
Destuckifying means having options.
It’s a bigger toolbox.
It’s a more detailed map.
It’s knowing where the edges are.
And it’s practice.
Here’s how we practice.
By noticing when wheel-grindy stuff shows up.
Stepping back and assessing the situation.
And then doing something to shake up the pattern.
- A physical thing like changing how you’re sitting or easing into a yoga pose.
- An energy thing like synching your breathing to a slower, more intentional rhythm or using acupressure points to access a state of calm.
- An emotional thing like finding out what your walls think.
- A mental thing like mapping the patterns or changing the video game.
- An awareness thing like a meditation technique or prayer or observing your reactions.
It doesn’t really matter. It can be anything that appeals to you.
The point is that it’s something that takes us out of the struggle of the wheel-grinding and the mud, and into a conscious relationship. With the vehicle and the mud and ourselves and the path and all of it.

And comment zen for today.
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s an ongoing practice. We’re not in a rush.
We let people have their own experience, which means that we’re supportive and kind, and we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).
You’re more than welcome to share stuff you’re working on, things you’re thinking about related to destuckifying.
Love to all the commenter mice and the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads. Besos.
Adaptation and change.
So.
I was at the Playground yesterday — the center where I teach this stuff — doing what I often do:
Moving things around.
Figuratively too, but mostly literally.
Pushing one table this way. Moving another to the Galley (because the Playground is also a pirate ship, that’s how magical it is).
Putting the fairy door someplace unexpected and then hiding the “get the hell out of my bar!” troll in a pile of costumes.
I do this to create pleasure. But also to shake things up.
It’s fun when someone comes to a Rally (Rally!) or another event after they’ve already been to the Playground.
Everything is familiar, and at the same time it’s all delightfully different.
They run from room to room, exclaiming over the new: A hammock in the Refueling Station! New bulletin boards! A giant stuffed bunny named Shfanfanon!
It’s also kind of disorienting. Because different always trips us up.
Obviously, different-fun and different-exciting are way better than different-crappy. But it’s hard to encounter the New and Unknown without some leftover scary and loss.
Change is a given. And it’s often also incredibly uncomfortable.
There’s really only one thing more important than change
And that’s the ability to adapt to it. Adaptation! This is the heart of destuckification.
Flexibility. Compassionate detachment. Letting things be the way they are right now. Letting people be where they are, even when that’s incredibly frustrating.
The approach that is curious and playful, not prescriptive and not reactive.
Adaptation is also one of those examples of how destuckification is vital to business, marketing and biggification in all forms.
Because the best business skill there is (and a big chunk of my weird, magical accidental-savant powers), is this:
The ability to perceive that a situation has changed and to immediately say, “Oh, okay, things are different now. Got it! We’ll try moving this way then.”
And the piece about acknowledgment.
My dear friend Janet Bailey (you might know her from Mindful Time Management) says many wise things about change.
And one of them is about the power of acknowledging loss.
Even when a round of change is completely for the good, and you’re relieved to be in the new whatever-it-is, there’s nearly always an accompanying experience of loss.
The path not taken, the possibility not chosen, the you-who-could-have-been…or maybe it’s just about how it’s all new.
But there is loss. And part of being good at transitions and adaptation involves being able to make room for multiple emotions and experiences:
I am allowed to have mixed emotions. It’s okay if a part of me feels sad or confused.
Feeling conflicted doesn’t mean I don’t want this or that I don’t care.
Adaptation as intentional practice.
So obviously life is already full of enough tumultuous ridiculousness that it’s not like we have to deliberately arrange new things to trip on.
But sometimes I will still intentionally mix things up more than necessary, just to jumpstart that process of adapting.
Going into the third year of my Kitchen Table program, I actively looked for a combination (small and large) of things to change.
We started 2010 off focusing on communication and sovereignty, because the previous year had made it clear that this was exactly where the most work was needed.
This year we’re starting with adaptation, because that’s where the weak spot is.
Choosing change then becomes a practice, in order to better hone those skills of adaptation.
Just like in Shiva Nata, when we make the patterns more complicated before they become automatic. Or in yoga when we work with our strengths while simultaneously developing the parts that are not as strong yet.
We work on what we need to learn.
And while it’s a healthy practice, sometimes it sucks to be in it.
So we create safe rooms and we dance our patterns and we talk to our monsters.
We give legitimacy to the part of us who doesn’t want anything to change and the part who wishes everything would change faster already.
And then we move some more things around.
Very Personal Ads #78: I take it back!
Personal ads. They’re … personal! Very.
So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.
Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.
Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.
And now it’s my Sunday ritual for clarity and remembering and stuff like that. Yay, ritual!
Let us dooo eeeet.
Whee!
The very first VPAs of 2011.
They’re all new and sparkly.
Thing 1: a speedy solution to a tech disaster.
Here’s what I want:
The short version of the current situation:
We allotted three weeks for getting the new site ready for the 2011 Kitchen Table. Because this is the third year and we know that these things invariably end up being more complicated than is possible to imagine.
Every upgrade broke something new, which had to be re-upgraded or re-re-installed or re-un-upgraded seventeen hundred times. And just when I was completely exasperated because we were back at square one?
Square one broke.
I want an easy, simple solution. And I need it to happen as quickly as possible. Also gwishing for patience. Both for me. And for everyone who is waiting for the new year of Kitchen Table fun to start.
Ways this could work:
Oh how I wish I knew.
My commitment.
To breathe. To hope. To wish. To stay receptive to the possibility that — despite the massive cock-up this has been so far — things could still smooth themselves out quickly and easily.
May it happen in good timing.
Thing 2: a wall calendar for 2011!
Here’s what I want:
Normally our kitchen at Hoppy House gets its calendar of the year sort of by accident.
Once we were sent one from some organization whose cause we support. Once some friend of a relative of the gentleman made one. I’m not even sure where last year’s came from but it was lovely.
I have been waiting for this year’s wall calendar to just show up, but here we are and it hasn’t happened.
Ways this could work:
Maybe you have an extra one and you’d like to send it to me!
I could borrow the one from the Playground?
Maybe on my Wednesday prowls I could come across the right one. But really I’d so much rather just have one show up the way it normally does.
My commitment.
To pretend that I don’t know what day it is until my calendar shows up.
To play. Play!
Thing 3: closure
Here’s what I want:
Because of the unscheduled tech nightmare soap opera saga that has been this past week, all sorts of other projects are in a state of almost-done.
This week I’d like movement with these. Ease-filled finishings and elegant solutions and simple endings.
Ways this could work:
I can keep tuning into Congruence and other themes I’m working with.
And I can dance on it shivanautically, so the brain-scramble effect will send me in the right direction.
And I can make the commitment here and see what happens.
My commitment.
To love these projects.
To wish them good things.
To go one step at a time. And to stop when it is time to stop.
Thing 4: plum duff!
Here’s what I want:
I was going to write a post about this tiny, secret sale sail special thing that I’m calling Plum Duff days.
But then I didn’t, and it ends tomorrow. So maybe I can just seed this somewhere small. Or find some other way of showing it that it is loved in my heart.
Ways this could work:
I can tell you guys! Even without the Post of Explanations.
And I can tell the Frolicsome Bar (otherwise known as FB).
Or I can also just write it a love letter and tell my dear Plum Duff page that it will get another chance some other time. Because special occasions happen. Rarely, but they happen.
My commitment.
To spend time with the silly, fun, shiny things that I create.
To give you the link. Plum duff!
To sing songs of the sea.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
Just to update you on what’s happened since last time.
The main thing I wanted was a real weekend. Hahahahaha.
My big success there was taking Sunday afternoon off to sit in a cafe and write, which was absolutely delightful. This weekend was taken up with Kitchen-Table-related chaos again. I will try for a window of nothing this afternoon.
This is clearly a much bigger ask than I’d realized, and so I’ll start breaking it down into its elements to see what can be learned.
Then I wanted words for my genius idea. Sort of happened and sort of didn’t. Closer.
We were able to announce one of the three things we were hoping to announce, but I’m actually kind of glad that we slowed down the brunching.
And hilariously, I was worried about a smooth transition going into Dry Dock.
That turned out to be an outrageous success. We had a tiny, sweet, temporary site and tons of activity there. It was beautiful. The part I didn’t ask about was the transition back from Dry Dock, which is what is falling apart right now. Very amusing, literal mice.
What I’m taking from looking back on this past week is the skill I am (slowly) building: ADAPTATION. It’s kind of a pain right now, but this is the growth period. And honestly? It feels like the Next Step in something important so I’m kind of glad it’s here.

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.
Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! So glad for everyone doing this with me.
Friday Chicken #126: because one scarlet bat isn’t enough
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
I love how the last day of the year turned out to be Friday, so we could send it off with a Chicken.
The last Chicken of 2010! Confetti! And a beer.
Maybe next year Friday will stop sneaking up on me like this. Who knows. It could happen.
The hard stuff
I worked my ass off this week.
Between the new Kitchen Table website changes and the temporary site that we’re using in dry dock, and brunching what felt like seventeen million new things…
The new Year of Biggification (like Biggification 2010, only even more great). And Crossing the Line, a new course that I’m way too excited about.
And something called Plum Duff days. And the Secret Lab for Shivanauts.
You would not believe how much effort went into all of this. By the time we got to the last Drunk Pirate Council, I was really done. Weekend, please.
And then Workless Wednesday was a farce .
It rained all day so our outdoor plans became indoor plans.
Then the cafe we went to was crazy loud. And they forgot our order twice. It was just a crankypants sort of day.
Then we took Casey‘s cat to the vet, which was cool because we got to see Casey and we love Casey, but less so because we were taking a cat to the vet. And then another cafe, which was also crappy.
I call do-overs!
Missing Hiro.
Usually Hiro and I talk… oh, I don’t know, practically every day?
This week we were both outrageously busy and it didn’t happen.
I miss my sister!
A big mess at the Playground.
Cleaning it up felt really good.
But seeing how my office there is still not a welcoming space. And how I have really neglected it.
Very sad.
The internet. Oh, it is boring this time of year.
Blah resolutions blah everyone talking about resolutions blah.
Not yours. I’m sure yours are awesome. The other ones.
No new fun things on the hulu. And of course the twitter bar is lame because people are either away or being preachy about what resolutions we should all be resolving.
I had to go to a real place just to hang out with people. Imagine that. 🙂
Okay, enough. On to the good.
The good stuff
Stickers!
I have stickers and I’m not afraid to use them.
Though I am slightly afraid to admit how covered everything is in stickers.
STICKERS!
Kitchen Table dry dock: totally working.
We’re in crazed transition mode with the Kitchen Table as we head into year three. And yes, that’s blowing my mind.
The site is being upgraded and rebuilt. We deleted…wait for it… 7,527 forum threads.
Seven thousand, five hundred and twenty seven. And some of those threads have fifty posts or more.
My people: nothing if not prolific.
Astonishing, I know.
So this new state of deletion should make things slightly less overwhelming for the new people coming in.
And I had been a bit worried that our temporary Dry Dock mode site wouldn’t feel like home. But we are drinking cider in mugs, huddling around in blankets and posting fifty or so things there a day while we wait for the main site to come back for the new year.
Hot bath and slippers and warm bed.
So nice. So nice.
Old Turkish lady postcard from my favorite uncle.
He is the best.
Crossing the Line.
That’s our newest program — the page is here — and it’s fabulous and filling up.
So looking forward that I can’t stand it! AAAAAAAAAAAAH EXCITED!
I took time off.
And even had a proper weekend on Sunday with some actual real-live weekending.
Lots of sitting in cafes and writing letters to myself. And going for walks.
It was good. I saw a movie! And ate a tiny pizza! Ha. I do know how.
Quiche.
The gentleman has decided to put his heavenly pie-crust-baking genius to good use, since I don’t eat pie.
And he is knocking out these terrific quiches. Leeks and chard and all things good.
Guess who was here?
I got to see Pace and Kyeli (of milk song fame, among other wonderful things) again last Friday when they were in town.
Selma and I gave them a Grand Tour of the Playground, and we all went out for lunch with Danielle.
It was absolutely lovely. What a treat.
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?
The Scarlet Bat Bat Bat
They have style like you would not believe. Even though of course it’s really just one guy.
That’s it for me …
And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day and a restful weekend-ing.
And a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.
Oh, and of course! Happy New Year! May it be glorrrrrrious. And may there be toast.
Selma and I wish you an ease-filled transitioning to 2011. It’ll be good. I can tell.