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.

Writing notes to elephants. Letters to a hole.

One of my clients has an elephant.

We don’t know yet if it’s the elephant in the room.

Or if it’s the elephant that you can only describe parts of.

Or another elephant altogether.

A student of mine has a hole in her memory.

Another one thinks she has a thing but is desperate to know more about it.

And I live in a house that has a history of sadness.

So we’re writing letters. Leaving notes.

Planting seeds.

A Possible Letter To An Elephant.

Dear elephant,

I think you are mine. Maybe I’m wrong about that.

Either way, though, here you are.

And I want you to know that I’ve noticed. I am aware of your elephant-ness in different parts of my life.

Please accept this paper cup of animal crackers. I hope that’s not inappropriate or anything, but I wasn’t sure what you like.

If you could tell me more about what you like, I would appreciate that.

Thank you.

p.s. Please don’t hide from me. I want us to get to know each other!

A Possible Letter To A Hole.

Hole in my memory,

I feel very conflicted about the idea of interacting with you because I am not sure whether or not I want to know what lives inside you.

Actually, I’m pretty sure I don‘t want to know what’s in the hole. And Havi said I don’t have to. So please don’t tell me.

However, I would like to know more about the essence of you and what your purpose is in my life.

I would like to know what you need. And if there is something that would comfort you.

Also, I would like comfort for myself as it is very disconcerting living with a hole.

And safety, because this is scary. I am only going to interact with you if we can have safety with this.

This is me, starting. This is me, making room for the possibility of conscious interaction with parts of myself that are lost.

I am not lost. I am right here.

Possible Letter to A Thing That Might Be Mine.

Dear Thing! Are you my thing? Oh, I want you to be my thing!

I know Havi said it’s fine not to have a thing or not to know. Because things move and change. That is the nature of things. Apparently.

But I would like to know more about what gives me that thrill of possibility. I would like to know more about what inspires me.

If you are my thing or a part of my thing, there are cookies in it for you. Just saying.

Love, me.

Havi’s Letter to Hoppy House.

Hoppy House,

I want you to be Happy Hoppy House. I want you to feel safe and welcomed and loved.

Just as I want to feel safe and welcomed and loved when I am with you.

Obviously, I’m bringing a lot of my own screwed-up past to this too. So I’m doing what I can to say here, now. And to love you.

Please help me have new experiences with this whole “space for me” thing while I’m recovering from old trauma and stucknesses.

And I will do what I can to help you feel appreciated. Okay, fine. Adored. You will be adored.

Where does a letter like this go?

Anywhere you want it to.

You can hide a letter in your home. Or somewhere else.

Leave it in a book.

Mail it to yourself.

Mail it to the Wish Queen. Or the Fish Queen. Or the Squish Queen.

Make up a ritual.

Burn it.

Shred it.

Bury it.

Crumple it.

Sing it. Dance it. Hum it. Wear it.

Or write a letter to your letter and ask it what it would like you to do with it. Meta-wackiness FTW!

Comment zen for today.

Letters are sensitive things.

As are elephants, holes, secret things and houses.

So we speak softly. We don’t throw shoes. We wear our invisible crowns. We remember that our stuff is our stuff and that everyone is entitled to stuff and to having it.

And that this post doesn’t come with shoulds. So if you’re picking up on any, they’re probably yours.

I might write them a letter. But you don’t have to unless you want to. Promise.

Item! Something in the water (grumpy bears?)

Fluent Self Item!A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap.

Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little point. Not into the whole brevity thing, as the Dude would say.

Actually, I’m under the strict compulsion to write ten pages about anything on my mind. So this is me. Practicing brevity.

Item! Post No. 49 in a mostly weekly series that was probably going somewhere, at some point, and is now just its own Wednesday thing.

Item! Go ahead. Hate my stuff.

A perfect reminder of a post from Laura Belgray on why writing is like a big glass of milk.

” I will end up living in a mildewed, roach-infested, one-room apartment over someone’s garage, eating tuna from a can on Christmas, like Fonzie did that one time. That’s what I start to think.

But then I remember this: For everything that’s great, there’s someone out there who HATES it.”

Her blog is called Talking to Shrimp. You can’t not love her. Well, you can. According to her post. But still.

She’s @lbelgray on Twitter.

Item! The psychology of decision-making.

Victoria has written a lot of good stuff about this (remember her No Brainer post?) — this bit was a useful addition.

We let “because it’s good for you” become a factor in decision-making, when it really shouldn’t get to have a vote.

“Yes, I know making decisions is complicated (I am a superb waffler), and sometimes it’s not so easy to answer the question of ‘Do I want to do this thing?’ But, in the end, if you’re going to say yes, the balance should be tipped more to the side of wanting to do it than not.”

Good examples. Good stuff to think about.

She’s @victoriashmoria on Twitter.

Item! Email addresses you’d hate to have to give out over the phone.

Damn you, McSweeneys! I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it.

“Mike_WardAllOneWord@yahoo.com”

Thanks to @sally_j who sent me there.

Item! Grumpy Bears Unite!

I can get behind this.

“I’m not really grumpy. And I’m certainly not sad or depressed. It’s just that I’m not into the hoopla of the holidays much anymore.

In winter, I like to stay home, play mandolin and ukulele, write poetry and prose, and laugh at anything that pokes fun at commercialism, holiday treacle, or extreme reverence.”

She’s @LizEnslin on Twitter.

Item! Behind the storyboards of The Princess And The Frog.

I don’t know how Karen — of Iguanability fame — got this interview with Paul Briggs, Disney story artist and all-around interesting guy, but yay.

With original thumbnail and storyboard drawings from him! Exclamation points!

“In 1984 I was 10 years old and I was in a mall at a Walden’s Bookstore and came across ‘The Illusion of Life’ by Frank and Ollie. Even though there was no way we could afford it, my Mom bought it for me and I spent the rest of the day slamming into people, benches and planters because I couldn’t take my face out of that massive book.”

She’s @KarenJL on Twitter and I love her.

Item! But it’s my Frankenstein, and for that I love it.

Tom Tom is a magazine about female drummers.

And this piece is just super well-written.

“There was something so refreshing about this kit, something old and alive and totally weird, in the best way. And yeah, it wobbles sometimes, and sometimes the drum geeks notice that the Slingy logo is written in Sharpie. But it’s my Frankenstein, and for that I love it.”

Item! Cairene and Julie are doing a class.

It’s on creative ways to map business ideas, get clarity, brainstorm and come up with a visual plan.

It’s also surprisingly affordable and bound to be full of good stuff.

Rumors of kangaroos and confetti, people.

Cairene and Julie are wonderful wise women (I’ve met them both in person and can vouch for their Extreme Fabulousness). Anyway, it’s all in the post.

Cairene is @thirdhandworks and Julie is @juliestuart.

Item! Related: mapping + priorities + creativity.

Is there something in the water?

I wrote about the illusion of planning. Cairene and Julie are doing the mapping course. And my lovely, lovely Molly just wrote about setting priorities when your right brain says you can’t.

And manages to cover bossiness, spontaneity and creation.

“Whether we’re growing a business, a garden, or a painting, the creative process is about collaborating with reality, not fighting it. That means that humility is a keystone of setting priorities.

You see, it’s note very humble to imagine that by setting priorities we are bossing the Universe around. We just aren’t that powerful. Remember that you’re not in charge, then go for it as best you can.”

Molly is @shaboom on Twitter.

Item! The song that is cheering me up today.

This is not new.

But that doesn’t matter.

Thanks to @fabeku for reminding me of how much happy.

Item! Update from the land of the Peculiar & Hilarious Shivanauts!

The “peculiar and hilarious” thing comes from Melynda’s sweet bit about Butterfly Wishes.

I had the most classic mini-epiphany ever. Total Shiva Nata moment.

“And realized it was flanked by trees.

Right. The space I want to ground is surrounded by trees on both sides.”

Lots of other good Dance-of-Shiva related things going on actually — I will do a round-up next time!

Item! Comments! Here’s what I want this time:

  • Things you’re thinking about.
  • Recent mini-epiphanies of your own, if you’re a Shivanaut. Or even if you aren’t.

My commitment.
I am committed to giving time and thought to the things that people say. Even though asking for what I want still feels awkward for me, I’m just going to remind myself that this is a thing I’m practicing.

That is all.

Happy reading.

And happy Blustery Windsday. Or balmy. You know. If it’s balmy. Anyway. See you tomorrow.

Iguanaccountability: Havi’s Chicken crosses the road.

Uh. This might take some explaining. Possibly. Let’s see.

So at my Kitchen Table we have a Deguiltified Chicken board, which is this zero-guilt space to get acknowledgment and cheering while working on stupid crap we don’t want to do.

The chicken joke? Not that funny. But it does help to know that if I don’t do the thing I’ll still be loved and adored.

So I like to chicken. It’s my thing. My friend Karen prefers to iguana instead.

Because iguanas are awesomely creepy. And because iguana kind of sounds like “I don’t wanna”, which is how we tend to feel about whatever it is we’re hell-bent on not doing.

Hence the Inowanna Iguana. Which she drew. It just gets more complicated from there so I’m going to stop explaining now.

Just take it from me. Karen is brilliant. And gorgeous. And my chicken is joining the iguanas.

My first thing that doesn’t want to be done yet

What I’m avoiding:

Finishing tomorrow’s stuckified blog post.*

* No, it’s not the one you’re reading right now. Sorry. That would be funny though.

Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:

Tomorrow I want to sleep in and do Dance of Shiva and not work on a post.

Making it easier on myself by:

Maybe agreeing to just spend half an hour with it.

If it’s not wanting to make progress, permission to not post tomorrow and leave it until the next day.

Resistance coming up says:

“But but but but but but but …. your Alexa ranking is already shot to hell, and that always happens when you don’t post and you haven’t written anything interesting in weeks and you’re going to stop being internet famous and then the whole world will fall apart.

Are you a complete moron? Why would you do this to yourself?”

Me saying to resistance:

“Guys, I know you want to help.

And I know you think that pressuring me helps.

And I appreciate that you want my life to be better. And you are correct that being weirdly famous has done that for us.

And at the same time, if we let this thing become a should, it could shrivel up and die. You know how good I am at running away from things that I like. So let’s not let that happen here.

I am going to commit to having a healthy relationship with my writing practice, and I need you guys to commit to being supportive. Please observe the way my commenter mice do it on the blog when we do our Very Personal Ads, and see how effective it is.

Okay? Thank you.”

Commitment:

I will stop after thirty minutes no matter where I am with it and I will jump on my tiny trampoline while listening to the Clash and pretend that I am still a badass.

So there.

My second thing that doesn’t want to be done yet

What I’m avoiding:

Finishing the tax stuff.

Reminding myself why I’m wanting to do it now:

Because the next few months are crazy busy and I don’t want to still be tied up with last year’s stuff come April.

Making it easier on myself by:

I can meet with my gentleman friend Thursday afternoon and we can make a list of what is still not done.

Resistance coming up says:

“This is so depressing. This is just going to remind you of your horrible relationship with your old bookkeeper and all the help she promised that didn’t happen.

And it’s going to take forever so even if you give it a couple hours, you’ll just end up feeling like dirt. Plus you’ll have to look at all the things that went wrong in traumatic ways last year and la la la la la la la …”

Me saying to resistance:

“You’re right. It might take a really long time.

I’m thinking though that getting a chunk done will be reassuring for me. And at least we’ll know what the Next Steps are.

That way we can plan fabulousness for this year.

What if we agree to spend two hours on it and then check in again with my internal High Jedi Council?

And we can take breaks to bounce if/when it gets too awful.”

Commitment:

Thursday. It’s a date.

And afterwards there will be dancing. And possibly booze.

Reporting back …

I went five minutes over my time on the blog post but I was done done done with the first draft, so that was excellent. Hooray for me and for iguanaccountability.

Of course I don’t want to talk about how much time it took to edit the post once it was written because I may possibly have gone kind of overboard on that. Oh well.

And I can’t tell you about Thursday because it hasn’t happened yet.

Comment zen for this stuff:

No shoulds. No shoes.

Man, I love how that sounds like the no shirt no shoes no service signs.

Also not interested in receiving advices. Or reassurances of the “oh, you’ll be okay” sort.

However, little hoorays are appreciated. As are offers of drinks. Or ritual sacrifices to the Iguana.

And of course you are more than welcome to share your own chickens iguanas Things That Don’t Want To Be Done Yet and whatever is being processed around that.

I promise that no one here is going to make you feel bad if what you want to happen doesn’t happen in the way you want it to, but we will be supportive.

And I quote Neil Diamond who once — horrifyingly — said [iguana] chicken ripple ice cream. Goodness.

The Illusion of Planning

I don’t mean to imply that plans are … bad. Because they’re not.

After all, nothing happens without form. Boundaries are useful. Structure can — and should — be supportive.

And at the same time, we’re alive. And guess what? Life is a dynamic, organic, ever-changing thing of mystery and wonder.

Which is to say, you can’t plan for shit.

Of course, the act of planning can be kind of fun (and useful) — as long as you don’t get hung up on how things are actually going to happen. Because hahahahahahaha that could be a problem.

What we need here is a parable.

Or a long rambling story that might possibly bear relevance to the subject at hand. Is that a parable? God, I hope it is.

Because I want to tell you about my plan (back when I had one) for my Kitchen Table program.

The Kitchen Table was born in a vision.

September 2008. I was in Vancouver at Michael Port’s seminar (remember?), and he guided us through this semi-meditative visualization process thingy.

I dislike visualizations. Because I’m not a visual person. I don’t see stuff. I hear stuff. As you know.

But this time I did see. That my business had a massive hole in its center. A chasm.

My blog readers and my Shivanauts on one side, trying to figure out how to apply the concepts I’m always talking about here to stuff coming up in their day-to-day lives.

And my private coaching clients on the other side, who were already working with my techniques in a really deep way, and needed — I now realized — a support network other than me.

I looked at the hole.

I looked at the wholeness (also the hole-ness) of the hole. There was something beautiful and perfect about it, even though I also felt the sadness of missing.

And in an instant, I knew — no, I saw — what needed to be there.

Rising up was a bridge. A bridge that managed to be wide and sturdy, elegant and graceful, strong and flexible… all at the same time.

The bridge that launched a thousand plans.

So there I was with this gorgeous, wacky vision. Of framework and structure for an intentional community where people would commit to playing with what I teach and working on their stuff. For an entire year.

My head was exploding with curricula and itineraries and possibility.

And then I went home and started planning my ass off for the next several months until it opened.

I hired consultants. And coaches. And spent hours on the phone with friends and colleagues.

Oh yes. I filled entire notebooks with bits and pieces of plan. Overdoing it to death.

Useful because the act of planning was calming for me. But were the plans themselves useful? Not even slightly.

Even a rambling stream-of-consciousness post can have examples!

Example #1: planning ways to guarantee an active forum.

One of the things I was most concerned about when it came to turning my vision into a reality was awkwardness.

I have been involved in all kinds of online communities, and it so often seems as though it’s really just a few people who are really active, and everyone else just kind of hovers at the edges.

My brain decided that we needed to start planning — desperately — to come up with ways to avoid that situation. How would we make our forum an active one?

Blah blah blah. Months of consulting with the consultants. Back-up plans! Contingency plans! A plan for scenario X. A plan for scenario Y.

You already know what happened, right? My people are verbose and irrepressible and can’t stop posting even if you were going to beg them to. (yay!)

It’s been over a year since I opened the Kitchen Table.

And since day one, we’ve had an insanely active forum environment with hundreds of posts each day. So of course the real problem (the one we didn’t plan for) was everyone being completely overwhelmed by the busy.

Example #2: planning the website.

Yep. Had seventeen-hundred freakouts over this one too.

For example: one of my assistants recommended a programmer and we could never get him to do what we had asked for. Or even to respond to basic requests for information.

So my complicated, consultant-planned timeline plan-plan of a plan for how this thing was going to happen over a two month period ended up being completely irrelevant.

And then Nathan yelled at me to stop throwing good money after bad (“sunk costs! sunk costs! sunk costs!”) so I got my gentleman friend to find someone on elance who could build the site.

And bam. $250 and a day and a half later we had the website.

So the plan: not so helpful. But the “crap our plan doesn’t work” thing forcing us to find an emergency plan ended up being pretty great though.

Also, having friends like Nathan who are always right. I love you, Nathan!

So. A conclusion of sorts. And structure’s secret lover.

It’s kind of like this:

Plans aren’t that stable, but planning is fun and powerful.

Why? Because planning gives us the opportunity to hang out with what we want more of. The qualities that will be most useful in meeting the needs behind the plan.

So planning is good as a practice. One that gives you a structure in which you can interact with what you want and need.

And it’s really good for practicing sovereignty (being the king or queen of your own fabulous kingdom or queendom).

If planning can help you have a more conscious, intentional relationship with yourself., yay planning. Especially if you like it.

But as far as the end goal? And everything that’s going to happen along the way?

I hope you like surprises.

Because you really can’t plan for any of what’s going to happen. And getting used to that — making room in your structure for weirdness and surprises — is what lets you access flow.

Flow.
Flow is awesome. Flow is structure’s secret lover. Flow is where stuff happens.

Caveat, of course. Because how could we not?

As Paul Grilley says, people vary.

Hence the “People Vary” caveat. Different levels of plannishness can be useful for different kinds of people. You might be closer to one extreme or another on the continuum, and that’s okay.

The principles I’m talking about here — having a conscious relationship with yourself and your stuff, being aware of the relationship between structure and flow — still hold.
But how you choose use and apply this stuff?

Completely up to you. I’m not at all trying to define either your reality or your experience. Because that would be kind of obnoxious.

Oh, and the Twitter Version of this post. In three parts.

Part 1:
Like it or not, you kind of have to let a lot of things happen organically. They will ANYWAY so you might as well go along for the ride.

Part 2:
Plans = problematic. But planning = powerful stuff. Well, as long as you don’t fall in love with the result or how you’re going to get there.

Part 3:
So yeah. Next time I’m totally making flan instead.

p.s. Ha. I got through an entire post called The Illusion of Planning and didn’t make one “it’s just one guy” joke . You know, until now. Extra points for me!

Very Personal Ads #28: at least I’ll get better at Lindy Hop, right?

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 this thing.

Thing 1: Tax-related ease.

Here’s what I want:

This past week was full of sleep-related hard that made concentrating on horribleness especially difficult.

But this week I’d like to go over the numbers for last year and handle whatever leftover bits and pieces aren’t done yet.

Here’s how I want this to work:

A meeting with the Gentleman Friend.

Time for the meeting with the Gentleman Friend.

I want to check in with myself and do this work in a really grounded way, and not in a fainting on the divan kind of way.

I want harmony and ease and things to just work. And I want to get better at Lindy Hop. So if I absolutely have to procrastinate on this, can it at least improve my dancing?

My commitment.

To remember that I really want to make this a priority.

To dance. To laugh. To cry. To breathe. To meet the fear and give it room to exist.

To remind myself why this is important to me. And to give myself time to bitch about all the crappy things that happened last year.

Thing 2: A miracle.

Here’s what I want:

There is an opening in my Destuckification Retreat because someone isn’t going to be able to make it.

The opening is for a woman. Because it’s a shared room and the other person will also be a woman (and awesome).

It is extremely short notice. It is in Monterey, California at one of the most gorgeous places in the world.

And it is an entire week of having everything in your life change for the better, so yeah, kind of terrifying. But also really relaxing.

Because we’ll be doing Old Turkish Lady Yoga and deep recovery from things-in-real-life-that-are-hard.

And even though the early bird period is long over, anyone taking this spot would still totally get the early bird rate.

The course description is here but since the program is officially full, you’d have to email Marissa and ask to be considered.

Ways this could work:

Someone who had originally thought this might be the loveliest thing in the world could sense what might happen (or the power of what might happen) if it could actually work.

Someone new to the whole world of Fluent Self-ified wackiness who has fallen in love with the stuff we do here could feel safe and welcome to try more weirdness with me and Selma.

Or something completely different that I can’t even imagine. Open to surprises here.

My commitment.

To love and welcome and support my people who are interested. To treat them in the most fair and respectful way possible.

To try and make the application process even more non-intimidating.

To be present with the program and the people in it, and what needs to happen for this to bring fabulousness in their lives.

To listen.

To madly appreciate everyone in my world — my clients and students, my readers, my Kitcheners and of course my Beloved Lurkers.

Thing 3: To treat the study like a study.

Here’s what I want:

There’s a room in Hoppy House that’s in transition.

We call it the study but it is not a study.

Ways this could work:

I don’t know.

Magic? Intention?

I am going to be taking Lisa’s Love That Room class (though I honestly can’t decide which room needs my love the most), so that might help.

And I will do some Dance of Shiva on it, since the mini-epiphanies this week have been kind of hard-core. So maybe I’ll get something there.

My commitment.

To hang up the damn curtains already.

To go and visit that desk chair that I am currently lusting after and promise it that one day I will come for it and we will finally be together.

To do wacky rituals. To ask it for love. To give it love.

To spend some time hanging out with the soul of the house, who (or so I’m told) is extremely down-to-earth and has quite a good attitude.

To be patient. To give things time. To notice what I’m feeling when.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

Just to update you on what’s happened since last time. Oh, let’s see.

I asked for recovery time from the hectic.

And definitely got some. There was The Big Day Off. And a ridiculous amount of sleeping in.

Lots of yoga. Lots of Shiva Nata. Lots of bouncing on the trampoline. I’m actually amazed at how much recovery time there was, given that things were still pretty busy.

I asked for new Shivanauts to play with and ohmygod. Lots of fascinating responses to Briana’s guest post and to my long, complicated ruminations on throwing out epiphanies in favor of mini … uh, shiva-gasms?

Feeling great about this one.

And I asked for clarity on a thing that was stuckified, and it has started clearing up.

So wow. Win. I can’t remember a time when all of my asks resulted in this much progress. That’s actually kind of scary inspiring. Rock on, Very Personal Ads. Neat!

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.
  • 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 or psychoanalyzed.
  • Advice. Seriously.

My commitment.

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

Thanks for doing this with me!

The Fluent Self