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.

Ask Havi #31: trouble sleeping

Ask HaviNote: it is almost impossible to get on the Ask Havi list. This person got in by a. being one of my clients or students, b. flattering the hell out of my duck, and c. making life easy on me by being clear about what the question was and what details I could use.

Sleep-related stuckness.

A number of people in my programs have been dealing with sleep-related stuck lately, from insomnia to nightmares to general not wanting to go to bed.

Then a couple of them asked me to weigh in with techniques and ideas and advice.

And to talk about how to approach this whole thing in a Fluent-Self-ified way.

So. First some recognition. And hugs.

Oh sweetie. So much hard.

Not being able to sleep — or not sleeping well — is really not-fun. And it makes everything else that much more impossible. I have way too much first-hand experience with this.

It’s hard on your body, your emotional state, your decision-making capacities. And pretty much everything going on in your life.

So we can’t really talk about this without stopping first to appreciate how much this sucks, and to send comfort and love.

Then the caveats.

People vary.

What’s right for one person isn’t right for someone else. And we need different things at different times.

That’s why you try stuff. And you take notes for the big Book of You, so you can discard whatever isn’t your thing.

None of this is prescriptive. It’s about being genuinely curious about yourself and your relationship with yourself.

And while I’m caveat-ing here, please keep in mind that neither I nor my duck is a doctor, as stated in our boring disclaimer.

And then a bunch of things worth trying.

I’m intentionally not putting these suggestions in any particular order, hoping that you’ll mix and match to find things that suit you.

Left nostril breathing.

The short version: your body goes through various respiratory cycles through the day.

While you’re awake, there’s more breathing through the right nostril. And while you sleep, the emphasis is left nostril.

If you ever have a stuffed nose where it was your right side clogged up, you’ll notice that it’s almost impossible to fall asleep.

Breathing intentionally through the left nostril is a good way to jumpstart the process and get back on a relaxed, quiet, introspective cycle.

Gently close your right nostril with your fingers. Relaxed, comfortable, unforced inhaling and exhaling through the left side.

And at the very least it’s good for getting your mind off of everything else, and reconnecting to your body.

Rituals.

Stuff that always happens before bed.

You start small. And build. Adding new aspects every few days.

You might include something you say (like a poem or a prayer). Something you smell (lavender or chamomile). Something you drink (sleepy tea). Something you wear.

Body stuff.

A tired mind makes you feel like a mess. But a slightly tired body worn out from (moderate) movement and exertion tends to be a happy one.

So that means stuff during the day. Like walking and dancing around the living room and stretching.

And gentler stuff in the evening. You might want to look for a restorative or a yin yoga class to learn some gentle, relaxing poses that are good for winding down before bed.

And incorporate some of that into evening rituals. Legs up on the wall. Reclining poses. Shavasana.

Talk to your sleep.

Write it little notes. And letters to your elephants. Or a Very Personal Ad.

Ask your sleep to take care of you.

Ask your body to process what it needs to process in a way that’s peaceful and healthy for you. Ask your dreams to give you information in non-disturbing ways.

Make a commitment to your body and your mind to find out more about whatever it’s trying to tell you.

Speaking of writing.

Writing before bed is a great way of processing stuff that happened during the day (and inviting your unconscious brain to help you out while you’re asleep).

Evening pages.

Writing a note to yourself can also become part of your evening rituals.

Clearing space (symbolically and literally).

The point of sleep is to restore your mind and your body.

And it’s harder with distractions and reminders of awake-stuff all around.

Look at anything you can see from your bed, in any position you might be sleeping in. And if it’s not relaxing, you want it out.

You definitely don’t want your computer there (if it turns out you can’t sleep and you’re going to go online, you can always wrap yourself in a blanket and visit it). Same goes for piles of work stuff.

Also: clearing space and making dedicated space is something that happens both physically and in time. It helps to make time for rest and coming to bed.

Look for the patterns.

Doing Shiva Nata in the morning (I do not recommend practicing at night) will give you a ton of information about whatever patterns are at play in your life.

You can also make that your intention:

“What can I learn in the next 48 hours about my relationship with sleep and rest?”

Find the emotion. And meet the need.

What’s going on when you can’t sleep?

Each emotion showing up (sad, lonely, frustrated, annoyed, frightened) hides a need (security, comfort, love, reassurance, acknowledgment).

Figuring out what you need so you can get better at giving it to yourself is a huge part of any destuckification practice.

As is acknowledging your pain and your right to have it, and meeting yourself where you are with it.

Things that engage your mind.

I have a lovely hypnotism CD (in German) that I listen to when I can’t sleep.

Many of my students use my emergency calming techniques audio recordings as their sleepy-relaxed pre-bed thing.

Remove pressure, ease pain.

If you head to bed thinking “I’d better get some sleep this time, dammit”, it’s all that more miserable if it doesn’t happen.

So you want your objective to be rest and observation, not sleep. It takes some of the pressure off.

If you’ve rested your eyes and your body, points for you. If you’ve observed stuff about yourself and your stuff, points for you. That’s what gets you closer to resolving this.

Sama vritti pranayama.

This is the breathing technique I use when I can’t sleep.

Sama means even. Vritti are fluctuations or vibration. So it’s just even breathing.

Inhale on a count of four. Exhale on a count of four.

As your breathing slows, you can expand the count as long as you keep it even. Inhale six, exhale six. Or inhale eight, exhale eight. Even.

Pure Land.

This is something I got from Hiro.

Pure Land, in the sense that is relevant to this conversation, is a buddhist concept of a place (or state of being) that is empty, quiet, pure, zen.

And you can ask your body or your soul, whether in writing or in meditation, to take you to a place like this while you sleep.

So that while you sleep, things can be taken care of. Without you being a part of it.

Taking it easy on yourself.

When you can’t sleep, nothing works.

Everything you feel (sad, anxious, annoyed, etc) is exacerbated and heightened.

It’s really easy to blame yourself for all of it. From stubbing your toe because you’re so tired to getting in an argument.

Permission to feel like crap! It’s normal. It’s not going to be like this forever.

Back to the Book of You.

When you look at what you know from the Book of You, you’ll be able to keep adding information about what’s helpful and what isn’t.

For me, watching a movie before bed is not helpful.

For me, doing yoga nidra is helpful.

You notice. You take notes. You keep adding to the collection of Useful Information.

And comment zen for today…

This is by no means a comprehensive list. Not even slightly.

You may have found all sorts of things that are helpful for you. Awesome. Do what works for you. Discard whatever doesn’t feel like a good fit.

We’re all working on our stuff in our own way, at our own pace. And we can let other people have their process too.

Big love to all. Comfort and hugs to all the schleepy mice. And wishes for happy sleeps.

The first welcoming.

I went on an outing yesterday to buy some more presents for my tiny sweet thing.

That’s my beautiful Playground that I have been waiting for, dreaming of and dancing into reality these past few months.

Here is what we have so far:

— a baby blanket, of course.
— blocks and straps for Old Turkish Lady yoga.
— incense
— candles!
— a giant bowl of monsters
— two things to hang on the wall
— a singing bowl from Nepal that Hiro gave me.
— a bell from my favorite uncle.
— a mezuzah
— books
— water dispenser
— tea kettle
— bubble-bears!
— pirate costumes
— many silly hats (including my infamous pink angora beret)

And some of what we are waiting on, until the lease is signed:

— the hammock for the Refueling Station.
— the stage (it’s partially built)
— the floor (we’ve picked it out but haven’t picked it up)
— flowers
— a gorgeous lamp from Mary
— chairs
— cushions
— glasses for water and tea (already picked out)

A promise.

I was so moved by the spirit of Hiro’s lovely comment yesterday, which I have to quote here.

She whispered to her tiny, sweet thing:

My commitment: The porch light is lit for you. A warm bed and a fragrant bath waiting for you. Hyacinths bloom in a vase on your night stand. And a feast simmers on the stove to celebrate your arrival!

And then to mine:

My commitment: I’ll help Havi light sparkly Playground candles for you. We’ll stock up on bubble-blowing supplies, toys, costumes and other gleeful stuff. We’ll have a great party to celebrate the Gorgeousness of You.

Yes.

And so.

Here is my promise to the Playground that is coming in:

To welcome you in so many ways. To make sure you know that you are loved and adored.

To remember.

A silly, happy, joyful welcoming.

It’s not quite a party yet.

But it’s growing.

I’m passing around little glasses of champagne. And invisible whistles. If you want to wear one of my awesome hats, you’re more than welcome to.

Not ready to say the first hellos yet. But so, so, so close.

And comment zen for today …

You all get to be fairy godmothers, of course.

So any loving welcoming wishes you want to make for the Playground will be received with pleasure. It’s coming into form. I can feel it.

Also: please no advice or warnings about “not counting chickens”. I count chickens every Friday (we’re up to ninety so far), and it hasn’t done any harm yet. Thank you!

Very Personal Ads #43: the points exist only in my head, yes?

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. Yay, ritual!

Let’s do it.

Thing 1: my back.

Here’s what I want:

I strained a muscle in my back yesterday morning (a perfect storm of stress, disorientation, not being mindful), and now there are all these … unexpected limitations.

So what I want is:

— to maneuver these limitations with grace, patience and a sense of humor.
— to accept that yes, I am going to need help with a lot of things.
— quick, healthy healing.

And to not be too annoyed about stuff like my gentleman friend having to put my socks on for me.

Ways this could work:

Ice packs.

Information from my body about what’s going on and what it needs.

Softening. Mindful movement. Rest.

Lots and lots of rest.

Faith that this isn’t necessarily a bad thing even if it really does feel like one right now.

Permission to be in the hard. And appreciation for all that rest and how hard it is to make a priority when I have so much happening.

My commitment.

I will keep talking to and with my body. Asking it what it needs from me.

I will make this whole healing thing a priority and do my best to treat it … if not like a guest, then at least not as the most annoying thing that has ever happened to me.

I will do what I can to meet myself where I am — so if I am feeling annoyed and resentful, that’s allowed too.

To notice what my patterns are, without judging myself for having them. As much as I can, without pushing myself. To give myself support.

Also, yesterday afternoon I spent four and a half hours in bed. Two hundred points for me!

Thing 2: keep on avoiding Internet Hangover.

Here’s what I want:

These past ten days I have been using a couple of the techniques that Hiro is going to teach in her upcoming Internet Hangover class that I totally bullied her into teaching.

And it’s been incredible.

I only had internet hangover twice this week. Instead of oh, a hundred times a day.

And then I knew what was happening and cleared it. Awesome.

So I’m ready for these techniques to become deeply ingrained habits. A regular practice. So I can add some new ones, since I’m really just scraping the surface here.

Ways this could work:

Having a really clear intention that yes, I am changing my relationship with being online.

And also with how I navigate the experience of being on different sites, and monitoring what’s going on while I’m there.

My commitment.

To pay attention.

To be impressed with myself (two hundred points, baby!) for being in the process.

To recognize that these are big changes, and that they’re not only influencing my work but everything I do. So I’m allowed to take some time with it.

Big crazy gratitude for this stuff.

Thing 2.5: Lots of wonderful people in the Internet Hangover class

Here’s what I want:

While I was just writing about my relationship with internet hangover, one of my monsters came up and I thought:

Man, I hope I didn’t talk Hiro into teaching this class just because I need it so badly.

But what I meant was: I hope her class is packed with the kind of smart, fun, sweet-hearted people that come to my classes.

Ways this could work:

Lots of enthusiasm at the Twitter bar.

Everyone who needs this course finding the page, and realizing just how amazing it is.

I’m going to give you the link to the course page again, just in case you haven’t read it yet. 🙂

My commitment.

To be an enthusiastic evangelist for this thing because Hiro’s stuff has done the most remarkable things for my business and everything else in my life. And this, especially, fills an enormous need in the world.

Seven hundred points for the fact that I met Hiro!

Thing 3: Faith. Trust. To get better at letting things happen instead of making them happen.

Here’s what I want:

To release my need to push push push until stuff starts to move.

Ways this could work:

Patience. Practice. Faith.

Repeat as necessary.

My commitment.

To recognize that there are good reasons for me to cling to something that has served me well for so many years.

To acknowledge the power and legitimacy of old patterns, even as I’m trying to introduce new ones.

I can’t do Shiva Nata site on it right now, because of my back. But I can recite the numbers. Or listen to the numbers.

And let the math do its magic in my head. Let the sequences do whatever useful reprogramming needs to happen. Because that works too.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

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

I asked for smoothness with lease-signing and got it. We haven’t signed yet, but the negotiations are going really well and I feel good about it.

The second ask was about sovereignty stuff and, while it’s definitely been challenging, it’s been the focus of my practice all week.

And I wanted to make lots of changes to the Shiva Nata site and it wasn’t happening but then it totally happened. And I wrote up a page about the teacher training. Phew. Three hundred points for me!

Comments. Since I’m already asking …

I am adding to my practice of asking for stuff by being more specific about what I would like to receive in the comments.

Here’s what I want (just leave them in the comments):

  • 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 would rather not have:

  • Reality theories (automatic deduction of 100 points for the word “manifest“, unless combined with destiny in the context of 19th century American politics.)
  • 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 like x, y and z”
  • To be judged, psychoanalyzed or given advices.

My commitment.

I am committing to getting better at asking for things even when asking feels weird.

Thanks for doing this with me!

Friday Chicken #90: extra stompy

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.

Almost two years of chickens, people.

Behold the ridiculous staying power of the chicken.

I still don’t get it but yay. Three cheers for all the Chickeneers of the High Seas, far and wide, including those who just do it in their heads.

Let’s do it!

The hard stuff

Running into all my sovereignty issues again.

Sovereignty, as you know, is the spiritual quality of not giving a shit. Of being at home in your body and your life. Of knowing that you are only responsible for your stuff, not for anyone else’s.

I’m working on it pretty much all the time. Adjusting that invisible crown.

So I was really, really ready to practice this at the airport.

Wearing my badass sovereignty boots. Straightening the crown. Staying grounded.

But no. Still got pulled out of line by every petty little tyrant in Canada.

Who unpacked my bags and threw my underwear all over the counter. Asked me ridiculous and insulting snappy questions. Threatened to lock up my gentleman friend because he “looked annoyed”.

Yes, that’s a quote. It was lovely. More to work on.

Going back to work stuff and being slammed.

Not a whole lot to say about that other than aaaaaaaaagh.

And then my morning yoga practice disappeared again.

Possibly related to the above.

Yes.

Writer’s block.

Oof.

General discouragement.

As you know.

And worrying about the lease.

Angstiness.

Everything. Gets. On. My. Nerves.

Even things I used to really like.

Bah humbug, etc.

Luckily though, there was lots of good stuff too.

The good stuff

Getting to spend five days with Hiro.

It was so beautiful and so amazing.

We got huge amounts of work done. She worked magic on me. And I talked her into teaching a class on Internet hangover (awesome).

Watching someone who lives the way I want to live. With slow deliberation. And fun.

Someone who can put herself to bed at 8:30 if she’s tired.

It’s good for me to see that.

Baths!

Hiro got me hooked on baths again.

Oh the joy.

I’m turning relaxation into an extreme sport again.

Stomping around in my sovereignty boots.

Stomping!

Not just for being annoyed anymore.

Soup.

Ohmygod. Soup at Saraveza so good that I kind of want to marry it.

Broccoli soup with cheddar. Ayiiiiii. So. Much. Good.

Finally!

I redid the lame “greatest hits” section on the sidebar after threatening to do it months ago and then forgetting about it. Months.

Yes, that was December.

So if you haven’t been on the site in a while and you’re reading this in a blog reader or email of whatever, worth a click-through.

I have actual relevant posts in the sidebar instead of stuff from two years ago!

Excellent.

Client sessions.

Too much fun.

Had a crazy number of clients this week because of vacation ketchup. But they’re all so smart and kooky and wonderful.

Worked some small miracles. And there was much giggling and play.

Love.

Naps.

Still happening.

Still brilliant.

Being wrong. Oh how I love being wrong when wrong is what is right.

I had a minor freakout about not hearing back about the lease for The Playground.

Went into a hundred different stories until I remembered the thing about the WEAR + TEAR and how we’re always wrong about everything.

And was delighted to find out shortly thereafter that yes, I was blissfully wrong.

They’d been on vacation for a week. And are negotiating. And it will be good.

Whew.

Stuff I was reading and pondering this week.

Loved this piece from Maryann on her imaginary purple-haired speed-demon assistant Tina.

She (Maryann, not Tina) is also doing a super affordable webinar on finding your online voice. She’s smart and insightful. Very relevant for all of us who dislike the M-word.

Kelly did another hysterical video with her monster assistant Aaaaaagw on the case of the serial comma.

And Cairene is doing Bite The Candy again and I’m determined not to miss it.

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 I’m proud to introduce you to the uhhhh … timeless stylings of:

Beanbag Timewarp and the Jamtastics.

Yep. It’s 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 weekend. And a happy week to come.

On discouragement.

Yesterday was full of iguanas and other things I didn’t feel like doing.

It was also full of doubt and discouragement.

Serious discouragement.

And too much of it.

Overwhelmed by the post-vacation catch-up game.

A weird and unexpected case of writer’s block.

Not hearing back about the lease for The Playground.

Getting disconnected. Forgetting why I do this. Not in the mood. Poor me, etc.

And most of the things that normally pull me back out weren’t doing the trick.

Anyway. At the end of the day I made a list of what did help, a little.

And put it by the bed in case the discouragement monsters were planning to stop by for a visit this morning.

Things that were helpful yesterday afternoon and may possibly also be helpful today.

Permission.

As in, permission to feel like crap.

I am allowed to feel discouraged.

Even though it feels very not okay that I am deep in the discouragement, this is where I am. Right now. Not forever. Just right now.

It’s temporary. And it’s how I’m feeling. And it doesn’t need to say anything deep about who I am. It’s a mood. It isn’t the whole of me.

And even though I want to be over it already, I am allowed to have a day where I lose my passion.

Reminders that this is normal.

All of it.

It’s normal to avoid things you care about.

It’s normal to doubt yourself.

It’s normal when you’re in the hard to think that it will always be hard.

Sometimes things are just not that fun. Understandable. I still don’t have to like it, but there isn’t anything weird about it.

There is a reason.

There is a reason for why I’m feeling the way I’m feeling, even if I can’t remember what it is or access the truth of it.

I don’t mean cosmic explanations or finding silver linings. I mean:

The endless wondering but why is it like this isn’t that helpful.

There are plenty of perfectly good reasons for me to be feeling discouraged, disconnected, confused.

And even without knowing exactly what they are, I can give myself that sense of this is a legitimate thing to be feeling.

What got you here won’t get you there.

Oh bless that book I didn’t like with the great title for giving me the most perfect, helpful phrase ever.

This is what reminds me that things are different now.

And in order to establish a new pattern, I can’t necessarily use the stuff that worked for me in the past.

It’s time to switch things up. It’s time to let go of my need to rely on what has been true for me before and to start asking what is needed now?

Just one thing.

When all else fails, I can always do just one thing.

Whatever I’m saying to myself? Probably the monsters.

All that stuff about how there’s no point and why even bother and everything sucks and I’m just not that good at this.

It’s not me. It’s them.

And so I pull out my monster-watching guide and I talk to them.

Or if I can’t talk to them, I remind myself that this is not the truth of who I am.

Editing the Book of You.

The nice thing about pulling out the Book of You is that even if the stuff in there doesn’t help, the act of editing it puts you into detective mode.

You aren’t identifying with the hard so much as learning about how it works and how you interact with it.

So, for example, yesterday I noted that the “taking a walk makes everything better” rule doesn’t hold if you walk somewhere crowded and busy.

And that when I can’t dance or do yoga or Shiva Nata, reclining on the floor and breathing totally counts.

And breathing. Again.

Four count inhale. Eight count exhale.

Legs up on the wall. Five minutes of just breathing.

This has gotten me through things too hard to write about on the blog.

It will be one of the things that will help me through this.

What would Andrey do?

There are four people in this world whom I admire so intensely that just invoking them makes things better.

My teachers. Andrey and Orna. My friend Hiro. My uncle Svevo.

Just remembering what it’s like to be around someone who turns inward.

Someone who makes seclusion a priority.
Someone who isn’t impressed by my stuff or the fact that I have it.
Someone who loves me unconditionally.
Someone who can practice sovereignty with grace and ease.
Someone who knows that discouragement is a part of a bigger whole.

Remembering this brings back that spark of hopefulness.

The truth is, it doesn’t even matter so much what it is that helps.

What matters is having stuff to try.

That conscious process of experimentation.

The part of you who knows that there will be comfort and support eventually.

What I’m telling myself this morning:

The next time discouragement shows up, your relationship to it will be slightly different. Because your relationship to yourself will be slightly different.

Slightly. It counts.

And … comment zen for today.

People vary. Techniques vary. What you need at any given time will vary.

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

The Fluent Self