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.

The Gracious No.

I’ve been working pretty much non-stop on this for a couple years now.

I’ve written about how stuckified I can get with saying NO. And composed so many Very Personal Ads asking for help finding that elusive, gracious NO.

Because that’s what I want:

To be able to give a gracious, sweet NO.

A NO that has kindness in it.

A clear, firm, loving, sovereign NO.

Anyway, I’ve recently gotten way better at it.

So here are a bunch of not very organized thoughts.

Note: this is all stuff that has worked for me.

I’m trying to isolate principles instead of giving you something prescriptive, but make it work for you. Take what appeals to you and throw the rest away.

–> One more thing. I’m sticking to business-related stuff here because that’s 99% of the things people ask me for, but you can extrapolate to other situations as well.

Reassurances.

The saying of the No. It is so fraught.

Not for everyone, because people vary — but for a lot of us.

It’s not like we learn how to do this in kindergarten. So the agonizing over but whyyyyyyyyy can’t I do this is not really all that relevant. If it’s hard, it’s hard.

Forgivable. Human.

The thing I never say.

This is a cheesy-sounding piece of advice that works like you would not believe. The number one thing I do is to avoid the word “but” at all costs.

Everything goes better without that “but”.

As soon as you say “Thanks for asking but …”, everything after the BUT is just [perceived] rejection rejection rejection.

The thing I always include.

I sincerely wish them luck with their thing.

Because I really do hope people will connect with whoever they need to connect with, even if I don’t happen to want to be a part of it.

“I won’t be able to join you for your event — I wish you lots of success with it, and hope you get all the right people for it.”

“This isn’t something I have the capacity for. I’m hoping that you enjoy every minute of it and that it’s a wonderful experience.”

The sequencing.

Generally my NOs are composed of the following elements, in the following order.

  1. appreciation for being asked (“how sweet of you to think of me”)
  2. a clear no (“this isn’t going to work for me” or “I won’t be able to participate”)
  3. wishes for their success (good for them for wanting to make something happen)

You can skip that last one if what they’re doing seems evil or gross. Though really, if the ask is that unappealing, you could just ignore it.

Systems.

Oh how I love systems.

For example, I don’t do email, which means that my First Mate says the NO for me. Ahhhhhh, distance.

Part of that system is the criteria I’ve given for what kinds of things I’m excited about. Anything else gets a gracious NO.

Another useful system is having some FAQs. Or a policy page about what kinds of things you are interested in saying yes to.

These are things you can casually point people to in your NO.

“I don’t know if I’ve shared my systems page with you before — here’s where you’ll find my general guidelines for the kinds of projects I’m taking on right now. Again, so much luck with what you’re doing and all my best.”

Giving the kind of NO you want to receive.

This is my variation on what Paul Grilley (featured in my non-sucky yoga package) says in his yoga teacher trainings:

“Be the kind of student you want to teach.”

Asking is hard enough. Getting a NO makes it all that more painful.

Yeah, I know that the ask is the first win and that it’s a useful skill and that the NO doesn’t say anything about you. But it’s still hard to hear.

And I still remember every single “but what you do is not a good fit for us” that I’ve ever gotten.*

* The best part of biggification is that once you biggify enough for your people to find you, there’s no need to run around asking people to care about your thing.

Honestly, If I’m going to ask for something, I’d always really rather receive a loving, gracious NO. So that’s what I try to give.

Sometimes this is really challenging.

I probably feel so strongly about giving the gracious NO — maybe a little too strongly — because of all the times I’ve screwed this one up.

So many times that I have not been even slightly gracious or loving.

Especially when people ask for things that annoy me. Especially since I already have to say no to so many things. Especially since some pitches are so disastrously off-base.

I know they’re not trying to annoy me. They just don’t get what’s important to me.

And I know I’ll make my own mistakes as someone who asks.

So my practice is to try to get better at the NO that is kind and patient, while still establishing clear boundaries.

There’s way more stuff I want to say.

About being gracious with yourself.

About making room for not-having-to-do-things.

About how I make decisions.

But I’m still processing lots of things about what gracious is all about. And how it interacts with clear, firm, loving and sovereign .

So I’ll stop here.

And … comment zen for today.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. It’s a practice. We try to remember that people vary. We try to notice where our stuff is coming up and not get it mixed up with other people’s stuff. That’s it. Big love.

Bits and pieces of information.

So last week at Camp Biggification (which was amazing, by the way), I inflicted some serious Shiva Nata on everyone.

Epiphanies were had. Worlds were shaken. The usual.

And we took a lot of notes.

Here are some of my scribbled notes (the ones I’ve been able to decipher so far) in answers to questions I asked following the first round of mad neuron-connecting brain training.

Half the time I have no idea what I’m talking about, but I remember writing with astonishing certainty.

The questions didn’t necessarily make sense, but the answers were right there. Anyway, I thought you might find it interesting.

“What to I know about reflecting and reflections?”

It’s how I give, without having to give myself. Or give of myself.

It’s like the truth behind invisibility. That your work doesn’t have to be about you.

That there is safety in letting others see themselves through encountering you.

And, at the same time, there is power in visibility too because it inspires other people to do what they need to do.

And if you can teach the mechanics of hiding behind mirrors, everyone gets to be reflections.

Also: distinctions and discernment are related to this theme of reflecting. And that’s important.

Reflecting is the easiest way to teach.

“What gives me safety? What helps me feel safe?”

Boundaries that are clear and loving.

Taking time to prepare myself for being in the world.

Space. In the sense of room. And in the sense of time. And also visually.

Lots of white space.

Also knowing where I stand. But without being crammed in.

I don’t like it when people have expectations of me.

“What are some of the mirrors that I get to hide behind?”

Love.

I can mirror love.

I can see beautiful things. Potential. Possibility.

Process too. I can mirror a process by being in it.

Mirror = [+ reflection] [+ magic] [+ transmission] [+ transition]

It is also a form of invisibility.

“What is missing?”

Time.

I don’t know if this means that need to allow time for a necessary gestation period that I’m avoiding.

Or if it means I have to put aside time for a thing. Like going off and hiding in a cave.

Is this just my thing about oh no there’s no time when actually there is time?

No. There’s something here about using time differently, relating to time differently, changing my relationship to time.

But not in some cheesy time management seminar way. Truly altering the structure of the relationship.

“What do I know about my relationship to chaos?”

I fear it and crave it.

I love the edges.

And I am intrigued by everything that crumbles.

That delicious moment of falling apart.

But then there’s the moment when you don’t quite trust the new thing coming in.

That precipice point. It’s pretty terrifying.

“Why am I here now?”

To take care of myself.

To practice what is hard for me but to do it with love.

To make things right with the parts of me that I have turned away from.

To be surprised.

To create spaces for my people. Really safe spaces where you get to practice giving support and be supported. And where silliness and play are important.

To learn about the relationship between form and power.

“What do I need?”

Reassurance. Safety. Time. Again.

Places to go — actual physical places — where I can process things.

To be able to receive appreciation without taking on other people’s stuff.

To be connected to that nameless internal spinal fluid essence.

And to do it with such certainty and clarity that my me-ness is unmissable and unmistakable.

Play with me?

The thing with your brain is that it loves to solve problems.

And when you ask it a question or toss a puzzle in its general direction, it will go to work trying to come up with a solution.

So even if you’re not a Shivanaut yet, you can play too. If you feel like it.

Ask yourself a question, start writing, see what comes up.

Maybe something will surprise you. Worst case, you learn more about something you already knew.

Internet hugs all around.

The Encroachers

Background: The thing with Shiva Nata: it makes/strengthens neural connections which let you see your patterns, and all the different ways they can be taken apart and put together.

When you do it right (by doing it wrong), you can end up in that cop show detective moment where all the pieces start swirling together. The matrix keeps re-forming, so you see the patterns *and* their possibilities.

The first realization: I’ve been here before.

This situation with the woman whose office is next door to the Playground.

This is not new.

This is my internal narrative about how there’s always a petty tyrant in my life.

So what’s going to be different this time?

The second realization: it’s the Encroachers.

The people who just expand and expand into your space.

It doesn’t matter if it’s physical space, energy space, emotional space, mental space, spiritual space.

Like my boss with the “long arms”, as we used to say.

Like those guys on the bus who sit with their legs wide apart.

Or the other bartender who used to just show up for my shifts and then take them.

It didn’t matter whether I argued or cajoled. Whether I was calm or furious. She’d just look at me like I was crazy and then start working.

Like my roommate in Berlin who took over the entire living room and the entire kitchen and filled the entire hallway with boxes until my space got smaller and smaller.

Until I didn’t even feel safe coming in the door.

Like the people who think they own my life and therefore can ask for things that no one should ever ask for.

The third realization: I actually know a lot about the Encroachers.

That’s because I’ve lived with them for most of my life. Here’s what they have in common:

They’re incredibly insecure.

They often have OCD or compulsive tendencies.

So they encroach into more and more space because that’s where they can establish control.

They challenge my space because that’s where their own challenge is.

They need to control and dominate space because it’s the only thing that gives them safety.

And they are incapable of noticing that this is encroachment because they’re viewing it as protection. As far as they’re concerned, they’re just taking care of what’s theirs so no one else can encroach on them.

So they become expansionists. With their own personal brand of Manifest Destiny. They spread.

The fourth realization: I’ve been looking at boundaries all wrong.

When I say “ohmygod she has no boundaries”, I usually mean someone who will do totally inappropriate things.

But the truth is: I am the one with no boundaries.

I am the one with no way to say stop. I am the one who doesn’t know how to be strong and flexible enough to keep them out.

The fifth realization: boundaries are my job, not theirs.

So yes, they are expansionists.

But they have expanded and expanded into my space and my time and my energy because there wasn’t anything there to stop them.

It’s my job to establish boundaries that tell them where they can’t go.

And not through resentment but through love for myself and my space.

It’s my turn to know where my walls are. To establish my own force fields. To not be impressed by the Encroachers. To let them run into the place where their space stops and mine begins.

My mission is to learn about my boundaries and fill up my internal spaces.

To fill them up with me.

And to do this instead of being mad about how other people walk through boundaries they cannot see.

The sixth realization: It isn’t really about them though, is it?

Of course. I’ve learned this one before.

The pattern isn’t the piece of information. It’s your relationship to that piece of information.

In other words, the pattern at play is not “look at all the encroachers in my life”, though that’s certainly interesting.

The real pattern I’m learning about here is the one about how I connect to my sovereignty and my own power in relation to situations where these get challenged.

The seventh realization: I have options.

In fact, there are all sorts of things I already know how to do that can help me in this situation of not getting along with someone.

Option! I can play with the shadow.

Like Carolyn and I did with the hackers.

I can ask:

Is there some part of me that also encroaches? Do I share any characteristics at all with someone who has this need for expansion as a way to protect their boundaries.

Or:

Is there anything useful about being an encroacher? Is there something in this that I need that is missing from my life?

Another option. I can do the alignment exercise.

And find out what ten things I have in common with this woman.

Where are the meeting points? Where is the common, neutral ground? How are we connected?

More options. I can separate too.

Making separations between my stuff and her stuff, using the basics of destuckification.

I can separate between my pain and her pain, my stories and her stories, my experience and her experience.

Create some room to breathe.

A really good option! I can implement what I’ve learned from Hiro

About boundaries.

And establishing them.

And this brilliant bit of wisdom that she gave me:

The more you fill yourself with you and really take up your own space, the less work you have to do to “enforce” your boundaries.

Because those boundaries are just there. And they know how to do their job.

(If you’re curious about how to do this, I highly recommend that you sign up for Hiro’s Sovereignty Kindergarten course which is all about that.)

The eighth realization: this is about everything I’m already working on.

It’s about sovereignty and being the queen of my life.

It’s about trust and destuckifying and learning how to be patient.

It’s about bringing more of the pirate queen into daily interaction.

And it’s about detangling patterns.

So I really just need to stick with what I’m already doing.

To do five minutes of Dance of Shiva to find out what the next piece is. To write a Very Personal Ad and do some Old Turkish Lady yoga. To breathe and write and ask questions.

Everything else will show up when it needs to. And if it doesn’t, I can go back to the patterns and ask for help.

And comment zen for today.

Interacting with patterns can be really challenging. Stressful. And that sucks. I’m sorry.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. People vary.

If me-working-through-my-stuff accidentally stepped on any of your stuff, that definitely wasn’t intentional.

My wish for you: to have as much space and safety as you need so you can take care of yourself in whatever way works for you.

Very Personal Ads #51: it’s definitely a game

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!

Warning: my brain is kind of fried right now. Not sure if any of this makes sense to anyone who is not me. But what the hell. It’s Sunday.

Let’s do it.

Thing 1: balance and timing.

Here’s what I want:

I’m officially on Non-Emergency Vacation (aka Pirate Queen Holiday) right this second.

Still in prep-mode though. Because I suck so much at vacation that I need to plan in long, slow transitions to make it happen.

So this week is all about preparing for the super fun going-away-and-being-somewhere part of going on holiday.

And what I want is to get better at these transitions.

To this end I’m working on balance, timing, lots of sleep, support, and help with my sovereignty stuff.

That is to say, I want to get better at these things. At making them priorities.

Ways this could work:

With playfulness and an experimental mindset.

With surprises and unexpected sources of support.

Ooh. I could wear a costume to remind me that I’m not at work.

And I could spend some time messing around with The Game (see next ask).

My commitment.

I will nap as often as required. Possibly more.

There will be tea.

And Old Turkish Lady yoga.

Lots of journaling, asking of questions and examining of shivanautical epiphanies.

And mainly I’ll do whatever I can to notice what’s not working, and respond with sweetness.

Thing 2: further developments with The Game.

Here’s what I want:

Okay, background.

A few months ago I was doing a lot of thinking about how I want more play in my life. Less work, more play.

So my focus had been on things like efficiency, delegating, being a better Pirate Queen, etc.

But now I’m going at it from another angle: trying to bring more play into what used to be work.

There is a game I’m in the process of inventing. And it needs time, love, goofiness and experimentation to take form. Also a name would be good.

Ways this could work:

Giving an hour or so a day to developing it.

Or: just playing it this week and taking notes on what is needed to make it awesome.

Or: I could talk this over with the group leaders in my Kitchen Table program or with the neat people in my Mindful Biggification program.

I don’t know exactly. But I’m open to possibility.

My commitment.

To play. To laugh. To experiment wildly.

To dance. To bounce. To throw things around the room.

To go for long walks and to ask lots of questions.

To be receptive to unexpected surprises.

Thing 3: Jen Louden’s writing retreat.

Here’s what I want:

So Jen is someone I hugely admire. This will be the ninth year of her amazing women-only writer’s retreat in Taos.

Also known as the Luscious, Nurturing Get Your Writing Done While Laughing Your Butt Off and Maybe Crying a Little Too Writer’s Retreat.

And it will be the second time that I’m teaching there.*

* Teaching Shiva Nata for neuron-connecting fabulousness to make your writing flow, Old Turkish Lady yoga for deep relaxation, and lots of destuckification techniques.

Last year was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever experienced. I got the best writing of my life done AND got over my “I’m-not-a-writer” stuff.

Anyway, I just found out that there are two more openings because some extremely unlucky people had to cancel.

My secret wish: it was so much fun meeting a lot of my people there last year. And I would LOVE it if two of you guys got to grab those last spots before anyone else gets them.

Ways this could work:

I’m going to give you the link again, just in case:

The best writing retreat ever.

And trust that if you have questions about it you’ll ask me in the comments.

My commitment.

Love. Lots of it. To everyone.

Thing 4: Sovereignty Kindergarten!

Here’s what I want:

Hiro just moved to her new place, so she hasn’t had much time to talk about her Sovereignty Kindergarten, and why it’s important that we learn how to maintain our space and not let people knock our crowns off.

I would love to have several more people find their way to this seriously useful, life-changingly great program of hers before the early bird thing ends.

Ways this could work:

I’ll keep writing about my own experiences/practice with sovereignty stuff.

The right people could just find it.

The timing could be right.

We’ll see.

My commitment.

To practice this stuff myself and model how it works (as well as what doesn’t work).

To jump up and down with excitement because I have been waiting for this class for pretty much my entire life.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

The main thing I wanted was equilibrium. And it showed up in spades, for which I’m feeling very grateful.

I also asked for help with being patient, which is not my strong suit. Working on it.

And I needed help remembering to practice serious self-care (like, whatever the Extreme Sport version of self-care is).

That one was really challenging.

But my sense is that I’m getting slightly better at noticing. So that counts.

And I wanted to write about sovereignty, and I did. Yay. A good week, I think. Getting better at what I choose to ask for and what I’m capable of committing to as well.

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:

  • If we can avoid using the word “manifest”, this practice is a lot more appealing to me.
  • Shoulds. As in, “You should be doing it like this” or “That’s not the right way to ask for things — instead it should be x, y and z”
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given advices.

Wishing love and good things for your Very Personal Ads! Thank you for doing this with me.

Friday Chicken #98: on the verge

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.

Oh boy!

What a crazy, delightful, complicated week.

I haven’t had time to process any of it until right this second.

Luckily?

Pirate Queen Holiday Time-Off starting in three, two, one …

The hard stuff

The busy.

It was intense.

And really, a little too intense.

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that six days of teaching in a row is probably something I won’t attempt again.

Head. Spinning.

The schleepy.

See above.

The sovereignty challenges.

I wrote about sovereignty 101 this week. Which is hilarious, because I was running into sovereignty stuff for most of the beginning of the week.

Yes, well.

The weathers.

Seriously, Portland.

Enough with the gloomy.

Still not done with the petty tyrants.

Apparently the part of me that likes having a petty tyrant to confront and resent is still not done with that.

Because I keep having these challenging encounters with my latest annoying nemesis.

And I am so ready to be done with this. Ready to have a different relationship with things. Ready to not be in a tug of war.

Still figuring that out.

Not seeing my gentleman friend.

Poor me.

The good stuff

Teaching.

Such amazing people.

Such good stuff. I don’t even know how to describe it.

My client training was a delight.

The Shiva Nata teacher training was crazy fun. And rocking.

And I am completely in love with everyone from Camp Biggification. What a terrific, smart, kooky, sweet, beautiful bunch of people, who were up for whatever goofy thing I wanted to throw at them. Wow.

Excitement!

Ridiculously good food.

Including a grilled cheese thing from The Order of the Ostrich that transformed my universe.

Summer!

Blueberries and strawberries in the Hoppy House garden.

Sunshine. Occasionally.

The rose garden in its full flamboyant look at meeeeeeeeeee glory!

Adorable toddlers in floppy sun hats being pulled along in red wagons. Precious.

Everyone sitting at sidewalk cafes and being absurdly happy.

Sleeping in.

Toozday I got to sleep in.

Normally I never sleep in because I’m one of those wake-up-at-five people.

But mmmmmmmmmmmmm that was great.

Roller Derby Finals! AND World Cup! Best. Week. Ever.

Even though I still have not recovered from the devastating loss suffered by Guns N Rollers (the team Selma and I sponsor) at the hands of the Heartless Heathers in the semis.

And even though I don’t know that we can beat the Betties and we’ll probably end up in last place tomorrow.

Finals! The excitement and the love and the shouting and the outfits! Yay!

Also: MONDIAL!

Goooooooooooaaaaaaaaaal!

Ohmygod I love World Cup so much I can hardly stand it.

Also: Spain losing to Switzerland. I have only one thing to say about that. And then France losing to Mexico. Take that!

Looking forward to Sovereignty Kindergarten.

I am so ready for this class.

It is exactly what I need right now. Very excited!

Shivanautical epiphanies like crazy.

I knew this week would deliver on the moments of bing.

But it is out of control.

The realizations I’ve had this week are shaking everything up. But in a really good way.

Serious clarity. I am in awe.

And … playing live at the meme beach house!

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?

Sweet Mandibles

I think they used to be known as Saw Raccoons. Whatever. You know 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.

The Fluent Self