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.

Structures and shelter.

There’s this thing in the world of self-help (self-helpishness? self-helpery?) where I kind of live — people are always talking about containers. About creating containers for things to happen in.

I love the concept. Love it! I don’t love the word.

So. My plan. To examine where I get stuck, expand on the concept, uncover some of the good stuff hidden in the possibilities. To rewrite the vocabulary.

And possibly share some of the bizarre things I wrote while rallying at the last Rally (Rally!) a few weeks ago.

What people are talking about when they talk about “containers”.

The concept is basically this:

Having safe, clearly-defined spaces make it easier to create. Like when you’re at a workshop. Or if you have a morning writing ritual.

Once you’re inside a space like this, there is this gorgeous interplay between freedom on the one hand, and safety on the other.

Between sovereignty and containment. Between endless possibility and complete sanctuary. And these are not opposites.

Each feeds the other. The more containment, the more freedom to explore.

The more safety you have, the easier it is to mess around, take risks, play with being king or queen of your world.

And the easier it then becomes to experience and process all the vulnerability and flailing and falling apart that happens when you’re in a period of deep creativity.

When you have strong, clear, healthy, flexible boundaries for an experience, the most amazing things can happen within that …. that thing that needs a word.

A “field of safety”?

Anyway. This is generally referred to as a “container”. I get it. I just don’t connect.

Hiro sometimes calls it a playpen (ooh, playing!) — still not my right word. So what is the right word for me?

Unsurprisingly, I got Metaphor Mouse to help me sort out my positive and less-than-positive associations with this, and to build something new.

The elements of container that I liked were: safety, stability, support, portable, makes space, exists to help me.

The less-appealing associations — again, just for me — were: bland, boring, box, plastic-ey, opaque, too snug. And while playpen has my favorite word — play! — right in the name, I also found “constrained” and “powerless” hiding in my personal definition.

So my ideal non-container thing that would hold this function had to include: spaciousness, freedom, power, fun, open sky, adventure, silliness, coziness and sanctuary.

For me, this is my pirate ship. For you, your non-container of a container might be something else.

Containers do something else too: they shelter you while you go through a big change.

There is no shortage of turning points in life. They’re happening all the time. It’s a flow and a continuum and all of that.

And, at the same time, if we’re lucky, there are certain distinct and special periods in our lives when we do a thing or go through a process. We transition.

We enter the cocoon and emerge from it changed. We walk the length. We climb the mountain. We venture into the tunnel at one end, and come out the other side another person.

Not a different person. Just the next version of you. You with more of your you-ness. A more present and full you than before.

This is why we say yes to certain experiences that will be this change for us. This is also why these things terrify us. This is why we need safety and sanctuary and blanket forts to facilitate these periods of moving through.

One of the reasons I like having a ship instead of a container is that ship holds the quality of [+ voyage].

You embark. And when you return, it is a different version of you who returns. More comfortable in your you-ness. The you who has known sky and sea and time and other places.

Spaces of safety exist on a variety of levels.

Jen’s amazing Writer’s Retreat in Taos where I taught the past two summers is a safe space in several senses.

In a very literal, physical sense — the setting, which is very contained and cozy and sweet.

Also in the sense of having a designated time and space to work through a series of processes, and come through the other side

Also in the sense of emotional space: you have the structure of the retreat to hold your project, and you have the culture of the retreat to support you emotionally (Jen, like me, builds cultures where you don’t ever have to deal with unsolicited advice).

Jen puts a lot of time into establishing and bringing awareness to these containers, these fields of safety … what I might call the world of the ship.

They are powerful because they are temporary. They move you through the passages. They hold you when you’re scared. They make it possible to discover the next piece without falling apart.

And these temporary structures support you for much longer than their actual life span.

That’s part of why they exist. To come into form and to be taken apart.

Just like the patterns that we build and deconstruct in the Dance of Shiva.

We build forms and take them apart. We build shelters and structures and take them apart. How to do this is one of the things I’ll be teaching in Asheville this November.

Here’s something interesting.

At the Rally, we did Shiva Nata and asked questions to help come into a better relationship with the projects we were projectizing. My own project for the Rally was to plan the schedule, content and HAT* for my Week of Biggification**.

* HAT = Havi Announces a Thing page
** The word you’re looking for is pickles

Anyway, questions and answers. To my surprise, I ended up writing about these containers-that-aren’t containers. It was neat. The first questions:

“What do I need?”

In what context? Wait, in any context?

Better structures. Structures to help me make sure I get time for the things that support me. For transitioning in and out.

Structures that are composed of transition and ritual, so that everything is accompanied by ritual.

Structures that make life more like being on Rally (Rally!).

Actually, “life imitates rally” is totally better than “life imitating retreat”, but I still want to have play and rest in equal parts.

To have transitions between Ship mode and Port mode. Between pedaling and cruising. Between construction and deconstruction. To not have to rebuild each time.

Think poles and platforms. Like the tribe taking their poles with them but leaving the platforms to return to. Temporary structures.

“What do I know?”

How to build structures and these … “container”-like things. How to establish cultures of love and sanctuary and no-shoe-throwing.

Oh! OH! Sukkot!

These spaces are like sukkot!

And what is a sukkah if not a ritualized blanket fort? It is.

A container of the same mysterious kind. An intentional and temporary structure that exists to support you.

It’s a portable, temporary canopy of piece that holds a certain form for you for a specific period of time while you go through a process of metamorphosis.

Yes.

“What’s next?”

Finding shelter. Claiming sanctuary. Asking questions.

Labyrinthing. Mapping. Acquiring more costumes.

Oh! We will have a Pomegranate Rally and let our projects sleep under the stars!

And at the Week of Biggification (pickles), we’ll teach about how to build shelters, how to move from one transition to the next, how to carry this wisdom with you so that it lives in your cells and your bones and your brain.

Talk about these themes on the blog. So your people know it’s possible to move from shelter to shelter. To know the freedom and spaciousness that comes from safety and containment. Draw a map. And then another one.

And comment zen for today.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let people have their stuff and their own experience. Without advice (unless someone specifically asks for it).

What I’d love today: more thoughts on these container-like things and what you might like to call them and different ways we can use them.

I have a bunch of other (semi-related and not-even-slightly-related) things that I wrote during the Rally. Maybe some of them will show up tomorrow. In the meantime, internet kisses to all.

And, as Mariko says, Happy New Year to those of the apples and honey persuasion.

The month of new beginnings.

Or better: the month of newness and beginnings, since most beginnings are new anyway. This newness is special. You can just tell.

So all of a sudden it’s September. And not just September but now.

It was kind of … dark-ish when I climbed out of bed at six am yesterday. And almost chilly while I was drawing the bath. It’s here. And then …

Last year when we named the moons? I also devised a system based on that exercise to help keep track of my writing and blog postings.

I’ve been completing the transition from Porch Swing Moon (aka Taos Moon) into the Moon of Beginnings, just in time for Rosh Hashana, and it’s started me thinking about my relationship with newness and starting points and marking time.

Of course, it’s pretty much new year’s all year round in these parts.

One of the things I so hugely appreciate about Judaism is the absurd number of times (four) throughout the year that we get to call New Year’s, including the birthday of the trees and the actual beginning of the new year (Gah! Wednesday night!).

And yeah, I do this in my business too.

Selma and I always celebrate towards the end of August, marking the birthday of this beautiful website (five years, darlings).

And then there is great rejoicing on the 7th of March, which marks the day we walked into City Hall in San Francisco and declared this thing we do to be a business. Except it was a sole proprietorship because apparently ducks aren’t allowed to be co-owners. Bastards.

Anyway. And then of course mid-June marks the anniversary of this whole blogging thing, something that turned out to be kind of a big deal for us. And January and Sylvester and the moving into a year with a new number at the end.

The point:

Time to reflect is pretty much always useful, and I figure, the more opportunities for noticing, remembering, merriment and drinking, the better.

Things I love about this time of new beginnings.

Layers! Wearing them.
Stripy socks.
Pirate boots.
Haircut.
Chestnut trees.
Long walks with Selma.
Notebooks everywhere!

Things I love about Rosh Hashana in particular.

Apples.
Pomegranates.
New clothes.
Crisp wind.
Standing by the water.
Releasing regret.
Standing.
Sitting.
Autumn.
Newness.
Making plans for the sukkah.
Everything smells good.

For more on Rosh Hashana — this post of mine from two years ago, and this hilarious bit from the Onion.

Things I love about this time of year in my business.

This is the time when I map out the upcoming pirate ship voyages for the next business year.

Seriously? 2011? What!?

So … another run of improvements to the Kitchen Table program and considering all the crazy experiments I’d like to try with the next year of my secret and wonderful Mindful Biggification group.

Setting the dates for Rallies and Shivanauttery and various other wild-rumpus-like things. Updating the events page … (soon!)

This time of creating and brewing with my tiny, sweet things is full of mystery and fun. And it definitely didn’t used to be like that, so I am enjoying this new way.

Oh. And the end of the slow season.

Like magic. Every year, and each time I am still not convinced it will happen again.

My style of “marketing” is pretty quiet. Quiet bordering on non-existent. What I do:

Hang out here, work on my stucknesses out loud so my people can observe and apply things themselves. Go to the Twitter bar to goof around and blow off steam. That’s it.

I don’t have an email list (other than the please tell me if something is coming one). I don’t do noozletters. Very rarely do I mention products. You pretty much have to take yourself to the shop or come to the Playground if you want to throw monies at us.*

* My coaching services page is completely hidden, because I’m booking private clients four months in advance, and that’s insane and wrong.

During the year our stuff just gets bought, without me reminding anyone that this is a possible thing to do. Come summer, though, not as much.

My people still sign up for programs, of course. But actual product sales slow. I suppose I could change that by actually telling people that we sell things. But meh.

Then — every September 1st — the need for Shivanautical epiphanies or a Procrastination Dissolve-o-Matic returns. This is helping me get better at trusting.

Rituals and doings for the new year.

Oh, I like the symbolic-marking-of-things so much. You know this.

My friend Sivan is doing a really beautiful one. It’s like this:

You go through your living space and make sure you only have things that belong to you.

So if there are books or things you’ve borrowed, you make a point of returning them.

And if other people have borrowed things from you, it’s the time when you get them back.**

** Having a ritual for this makes it easier, because then you can say, “Hey, I’m doing my new year ritual of making sure that my space is full of me-ness, and collecting everything I have lent out.”

You examine what is yours. Literally.

If there are clothes that don’t fit, dishes that you don’t like, things you never use, these move out of your space.

If there are things you want in your space and there isn’t money for them yet, you write these down. You fill your life with things and qualities you want in it. It’s brilliant.

I’m trying to come up with some other things as well.

And who knows, maybe some of them will stick.

I usually have a word for the year. Or a theme.

But what about a color? Or a daily practice that doesn’t have to continue forever, but that will hold me for a month …

For my birthday in March, I had Hiro do a series of special birthday sessions for me, and one of the wacky and great things she had me do was stand in the future (a year from that day) and walk my year backwards.

Literally. In my office. And also in my mind. Walking the patterns of the year, stepping stone by stepping stone. It was awesome.

And the things we saw for January and June were so completely unlikely and impossible to imagine, I knew they couldn’t happen. But imagining them: amazing.

The June thing totally came to pass. Still blowing my mind. We’ll see about January.

But the thing that’s so powerful about spending time with what you want in your year is that it builds clarity, awareness, noticing and the ability to recognize what you want (and work through your stuff about wanting it).

Good stuff. Worth doing.

Anyway. There is no point to this post.

Just thinking about pulling out the fuzzy socks. And reflecting on another year.

And thinking about time and how we mark it and boundaries and distinctions and doing things to say this is where I am now.

And hoping to invent a fun new something or other to bring into the new year while we’re at it.

Comment zen for today…

So. Not everyone likes to mix business stuff and cultural/spiritual stuff and mindfulness stuff. For me, it kind of all goes together. If this isn’t your way, do it another way.

We’re all trying things. And we let people have their own experience and their own way.

Also, you know what would be nice? Could we possibly brainstorm some good rituals of beginnings? Or — if “rituals” weird you out — just some Symbolic Things To Do that encourage mindfulness or elicit a smile or both?

And of course chag sameach and a shana tova u’metuka to you if you are celebrating the new year this week too.

May it be a happy, healthy, sweet, supportive year, full of the best kind of surprises.

Very Personal Ads #62: and I didn’t even ask for that!

very personal adsPersonal 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.

Thing 1: more wishes please

Here’s what I want:

I feel awkward. Like a kid granted three wishes who wants to wish for more wishes.

But here’s the thing. Each Sunday I put out three asks. Generally the focus is on the qualities I’d like to have more of in my life:

Things like … support, stability, silliness, sovereignty. There are more (even ones that don’t start with S), but I can’t think of them.

And sometimes my ask is related to an actual thing.

So last week I wanted someone driving from San Francisco to Portland who could deliver some boxes of costumes for my Playground — both the costumes and the Playground being results of previous Very Personal Ads.

And yeah. Turns out a friend of mine can do it. Neat!

Short version: I pretty much always get what I want, or the support and comfort that I need in my relationship with those three things. So why not ask more often? Why is this a weekly practice (62 weeks old) and not a daily one?

Ways this could work:

Not sure. I could work this into my daily journaling and process the process.

Maybe I’ll teach a class on this. Maybe there is a fun, kooky, daily ritual to be easily folded into my routine. Or you guys could remind me (in loving deguiltified ways).

My commitment.

To do Shiva Nata on this and see what comes up.

To plan a wishing party.

To talk to whatever fuzzy monsters show up and want love and attention.

(Already noticing the “what the hell kind of greedy person wants more good things?!” and the “you should be more grateful” monsters, so I can definitely have a chat with them to find out what would help them feel more safe with this.)

Thing 2: to welcome my people for the Week of Biggification.

Here’s what I want:

So ridiculously excited about the Week of Biggification.* Actually, I’m constantly running off to some secret sexy rendezvous with the content. I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been so passionate about content.

Geeky about it, yes. Passionate, I don’t know. This is hot.

Anyway. Where we stand with who gets to come:

Someone just had to drop out so and now there are four spots left. Three singles, one shared room.

I would like to meet these four wonderful people this week. I mean, not meet in person yet, but for them to send in their pickle submissions and for me to recognize them as people who definitely should be a part of this.

* password = pickles

Ways this could work:

I could tell my people about what’s going to happen there.

And I could stop being so obsessively secretive about what the bonuses are (one of them is that I’m waiving tuition to one Rally this year for Week of Biggification participants — if that’s not the best thing ever, I don’t know what is).

Of course! Love letters! Like this. I will write them love letters.

My commitment.

To keep loving the people who are coming, loving the people who might come, loving the people for whom it’s not the right time or the right thing.

To really truly welcome the lovely people for this, so they feel adored and filled with a sense of belonging and excitement.

To keep the adoration alive in my semi-steamy relationship with the Week of Biggification itself (the program, yes?).

To spend time at the Playground feeling the whimsy and the silliness and the depth of what is my new tiny, sweet thing.

To do some hardcore Dance of Shiva on it. To laugh and dance and play and eat a fried egg sandwich, and generally enjoy this time.

Thing 3: spending more time with my body.

Here’s what I want:

Well, in and with my body.

Last week was long and hard and didn’t have nearly as much movement as I would have liked.

More walking. More dancing. More napping. More yoga nidra. Yes, please.

Ways this could work:

I’m putting it here.

My commitment.

To pay attention, ask good questions, remember that this is a) a practice, and b) a way to be sweet with myself, not another way to be mean to myself.

To be patient with myself when I can. To remember how hard being patient is when I can’t.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I wanted to be ready to go live with the Week of Biggification (pickles) and it happened. In very good timing.

Then (ooh, I totally forgot about this one) there was an ask about becoming immune to other people’s angst. And weirdly? I think we nailed that.

Because there was angst all over the place this week (and not just angst but some considerably more toxic things than that) and I wasn’t feeling it. Aware it was there but not feeling it.

Wow. Can I renew that wish please?

And I wanted progress on something I’m currently projectizing, and that didn’t so much happen, but actually I got more done on it than I might have, considering.

Also, this isn’t something I asked for out loud, but I have been really, really wanting shelves to outfit the Library & Toy Shop at the Playground, and that was going to go into this week’s VPA. But then Dana gave us three bookshelves and a dresser. Nice!

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!

What I’d rather not have:

  • The word “manifest”.
  • To be told how I should be asking for things.
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given advices.

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! So glad for everyone doing this with me.

Friday Chicken #109: there’s nothing funnier than being afraid of plums

Friday chickenBecause 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.

Wow. Stuff actually happened this week. Instead of zap crackle smurf hey it’s Friday again.

However, I have no idea what these things are. It’s a blur. Let us see.

The hard stuff

Too much.

Somehow all the projects I am in excitement about were all wanting love and attention at the exact same time.

And I got a bit shaken up.

Not getting to walk as much as I’d like.

It was either too hot or too something or too many deadlines.

We meandered some, my duck and I. But not enough walking-walking. Movement. I get cranky when I don’t get it. We know this. But sometimes it still gets forgotten.

In the “I am a complete idiot” department ….

Apparently we sent out our letter announcing the Week of Biggification … with the wrong dates in the copy.

So it looked like six days when it’s actually EIGHT days (November 3-10).

And even though I have been living and breathing these dates since January, still managed to not get that right.

Oh, and then apparently we sent a faulty link too. Lovely. And I didn’t want to do the annoying biggifier thing of “Oh, wrong link, now I’m emailing you AGAIN.”

Though I still might have to fix that.

More mistakes.

Gah. Jackie was teaching Shiva Nata in Japan this month, and I forgot to look at my List of Things To Announce, and didn’t announce it.

It sucks. Sorry, everyone in Japan.

Ridiculous.

Also, I feel terrible about this. But not terrible enough to, you know, change my behaviour or anything.

I was at a cafe on Sunday afternoon, doing some decorating of hats, and computerizing with earplugs in.

A band came to play. They didn’t suck. I kind of liked them. But I had writing to do so I kept my earplugs in.

Also, no one else was in the cafe. So Selma (my duck) and I were the only audience.

And they played a two hour set.

[Insert depressing memories of teaching Shiva Nata in Berkeley to a class of two, once upon a time.]

I wanted to do something to … I don’t know, acknowledge their existence. I also really wanted to cheer them up. And give them some marketing advice.

But in the end the easiest thing to do was type away with my earplugs in and do my thing. And then I felt bad about … everything. If they’d had a CD I would have bought it, but of course they didn’t. Anyway. Ugh. Sorry.

Some almost-shoes.

Not so much shoes being thrown at me. And not so much reacting to shoes.

But a lot of negativity, jealousy, envy, resentment, etc being aimed at me this week.

The good stuff

The shoes didn’t land.

I could see them heading in my direction, but I couldn’t feel anything.

It was as if my force field is stronger than it used to be. Or more fabulous. Or both.

Because there was no pain involved. And no way that these particular shoes could reach me.

Verra nice.

An outstanding shivanautical epiphany.

I was dancing out some patterns, and then two hours later … zing!

Problem-solved a huge challenge without even trying to. Love.

My uncle! Is visiting! All is good.

Svevo is here at Hoppy House, and therefore life is especially awesome.

We danced at the post office, ate artichokes in a variety of ways, went plum-hunting, played at the Playground, philosophized about work and creativity and play, and generally had a wonderful time.

Everything is better when he’s around.

Advanced wishing!

First I spent an entire day with a client just working on her wishes.

We took two out of ten and whooshed them into being completely possible, do-able and on their way.

And then discovered that all the other wishes were actually sub-wishes of the first two, and that these were being taken care of too.

Then on Sunday I taught a class at the Kitchen Table on Advanced Wishing and Very Personal Ads — more of a practical, playful approach to figuring out how to be okay with wanting what you want, and then Taking Steps.

I don’t really know how to explain how much fun this is. But it just is.

Done.

After two years of the Bolivia post rattling around in my head, I finally wrote it.

And then somehow sidestepped my fears of the Pooblish button and put it to the world.

Thank you for being full of understanding. I completely appreciate this giant community of bright, kind, hilarious people willing to jump into my metaphor sandbox and play with me. Huge.

Foods. Again.

My gentleman friend made his unbelievable sourdough bread again with our Hoppy House yeasties.

And hummus. Lettuce from the garden and tomatoes from the farmers market.

Blackberries blackberrries blackberries. Plums from our neighbor.

Cider from our apples.

Bless this wonderful thing that is summer.

The Week of Biggification. Oh yes.

My wish for this week was to pooblish the HAT (Havi Announces a Thing) page.

The beautiful thing that is our Week of Biggification is now mostly public.

It’s also mostly full without me having to tell people about it.

Here is the link: https://fluentself.com//week-of-biggification-2010

Password: pickles

And the schedule. I will tell you in a while about why I am so falling-over-excited about the content and the location. Big things.

And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

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 extra great. I hope they play to an audience of more than one, because they deserve to go big.

Irresponsible Adult Supervision

Last I heard, it’s really just one guy. Hat tip to @soapboxcreation.

And speaking of “just one guy” — you can take this quiz. Yes. Via Emmanuelle.

Stuff I enjoyed this this week.

Actually, I get to pretty much all the good stuff from Emmanuelle, who is a fabulously kooky person worthy of adoration. Like this (ohmygod!) and also beer bottle musical instruments!

And in non-Emmanuelle-related news …

God bless the Onion, especially for this: Texas Vows To Reclaim Title Of Most Regressive State From Arizona.

This wonderful post from Elizabeth about rethinking everything she thinks about Reiki. So much wise and kind in this.

“I like to think of it as a little flashlight that’s going through me, shining a light into dark and dusty and dim spaces and saying, ‘Oh, sweetie .. you really are ok. And if you’re interested, here’s something you might want to look at.'”

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.

Jumbled (but important) thoughts about culture.

There is not yet a Lonely Planet guide to The Fluent Self, Inc — Pirate Ship At Large!

And yet, everyone who interacts with my business or the blog gets a visceral sense of what things are like around here.

Over the past few months I’ve been obsessively considering the elusive thing that is culture, and what makes spaces feel a certain way.

And wanting to put thoughts here, but they’re jumbled and disorderly.

So. Still processing the process on this one. But I’m convinced it’s one of the most vital elements of mindful biggification. So we need to talk about it.

A caveat.

I’m wary about the word “culture” because of its use in business circles to mean “how to force your employees to behave a certain way”, which is not what I mean.

Something more organic and less top-down. I mean the qualities, aspects and experiences that come together to form structures that contain this elusive something.

In my own business.

Just some of the qualities that the culture of this place includes:

[+ playfulness]
[+ mindfulness]
[+ curiosity]
[+ safety]
[+ sanctuary]
[+ support]
[+ silliness]
[+ joy]
[+ hilarity]
[+ healthy skepticism]
[+ wonder]
[+ unconditional love]
[+ self-inquiry]
[+ acknowledgment]
[+ spaciousness]
[+ quirkiness]
[+ ritual]
[+ freedom]
[+ belonging]
[+ trust]
[+ fluidity]
[+ flexibility]
[+ sovereignty]
[+ groundedness]
[+ intelligence]
[+ movement]

Some of the ways you might experience the qualities of this culture:

The comment space is welcoming and accepting.

There isn’t meanness. There isn’t arguing.

We state what we need. We appreciate each other. We make room for each other. Safety is a given.

People constantly remark on this phenomenon. And this is one of the only places I’ve ever been on the internet where this is true.

It is extremely rare that a tourist wanders in and can’t figure out how we behave and how we interact.

This also holds true at the Kitchen Table and on the Chattery (that’s the chat room) when I hold my wild bohemian salons (uh, teleclasses).

We agree to be mensch-like instead of having rules that force us to.

So, for example, confidentiality and not-giving-advices are always essential parts of any program I do.

But never presented as a rule — it’s just a thing we all care about that we agree to commit to.

I don’t do rules or guidelines. Qualities, yes. Rituals. Ways of being. Stuff like that.

No boringness.

A business like this requires certain things that are standardized — dastardly autoresponder messages that tell you what you need to know when you buy or sign up for something, for example.

My lovely First Mate and I have spent many a Drunk Pirate Council rewriting templates and forms to make them personalized, kind, loving, sweet, funny, alive.

Instead of a school or a studio, I run a glam pirate zen magical preschool-for-adults.

Even the “I promise not to sue you” release form at my Playground is pretty entertaining.

My partner is a duck. She’s on my card.

Special names. For spaces and experiences. But really, for everything.

We spend a lot of time with Metaphor Mouse. There’s even a Glossary.

I have a Pirate Queen Anthology instead of a business manual. We go on Rallies. We use The Log instead of Basecamp.

Stone-skipping instead of journaling. I decorate HATS instead of writing sales pages.

Instead of an application page to try to get into my Week of Biggification* program, there is a pickle page. With a pickle on it.

This makes everything better.

Also it gets things done. Because I would rather poke myself with sharp sticks than write sales pages, but actually decorating a HAT is kind of fun.

* password = pickles

Living what I teach.

This is how I transmit what culture looks and feels like, by modeling without explaining what I’m doing (except, you know, right now) .

For example, in the comment zen thing I model the culture by a) asking for what I need, b) stating clearly and lovingly what I do not want, and c) being clear about how we talk to each other here.

As always, there is a marked lack of prescriptive language. Everything is framed in terms of “so this is how we tend to do things around here.”

And I try to teach less by explaining concepts and more by sharing my own process with stuff I’m working on, including the parts that are hard, challenging and not fun.

Principles.

This is more subtle and hard to describe. But for example, I refuse to do emotional pressure/manipulation stuff in HAT pages. And it’s really important to me to always make clear that my people are my people whether or not they ever buy my stuff.

Or: when I play at the Twitter bar, it is play for the sake of play. Not once have I said anything remotely motivational or coach-ey.

Part of the culture of my business involves not having to act like an expert as well as the all-important if it’s not fun I’m not going to do it, dammit.

Yes, that’s actually on my dammit list.

Rituals for mindfulness, playfulness, curiosity, hilarity and acknowledgment.

Without saying “this is what you should do”, and just creating a space where it happens. Like the Friday Chicken. Or the Very Personal Ads.

These rituals are simple, pleasurable, meaningful, not-too-intimidating (I hope), and doing them together gives us a way to casually cheer each other on. Or up.

To give and receive comfort and reassurance but in an extremely informal setting.

Of course, there are other ways as well.

Like the look and feel of stuff we do (oh the fabulousness that is the Monster Coloring Book).

Like the clear explanations about how I connect with people, which is a way of demonstrating strong, loving, flexible healthy boundaries.

Or the things we do to maintain uh … I guess it’s called “brand integrity”. Gah. What a despicable word. I will invent a new one. But you know what I mean.

And then I haven’t even begun to cover how valuable and useful it is to have a culture that — even if hard to describe — is easy to sense.

I’ve never had to consider killing the comments here, the way so many biggified people have. We’ve had the same site design for five years. We don’t need policies.

Here’s the point:

The culture of this amazing place holds it all so that I don’t have to.

The culture of the pirate ship that isThe Fluent Self is so established, clear and filled with safety and permission for me and my people. At this point, it’s self-sustaining.

We can definitely talk more about how this works soon. For now — a useful theme.

And comment zen for today.

Talking about business and biggification stuff can be uncomfortable. I hope it’s clear my intention is to examine the culture here, not imply that yours is not good.

I am sure this theme will require some posts of explanations and reassurances. For now I will just say two things about culture:

  1. It’s not like yogurt. There is no way to contaminate the culture of your business.
  2. It’s is a reflection of qualities you already have. So even if you don’t have readers or customers yet, the culture is still a thing.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We try to let people have their own experience and meet each other with love.

p.s. We’ll be covering the how of building a culture that draws and welcomes your right people (and keeps mean people away) at the Week of Biggification in Asheville, November 3-10. I have not announced this yet. Most of the seats are already taken. Password: pickles.

*blows kisses to everyone*

The Fluent Self