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.
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?
Personal ads! They’re … personal! Very.
So my itty bitty personal ads made me realize that it’s time to make a regular practice of trying to feel okay asking for stuff.
Even when the asking thing feels weird and conflicted.
Ever since I posted the first one asking my perfect house to find me, which united me with Hoppy House, I have been a fan of the madness that is personal ads.
And now it’s my Sunday ritual. 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!
Friday Chicken #75: Fried Egg Friday edition
Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
And you get to join in if you feel like it.
Oh boy! Friday!
Fridayfridayfridayfriday Fried-Egg Day Friday.
Maybe not an egg.
But that’s how it sounds in my head.
Anyway.
We made it.
The hard stuff
Waking up on Toozday.
And not wanting to get out of bed.
Not so good at the giving myself permission to have a crappy day thing yet.
Yet again, too much stuff going on.
It’s all kind of overwhelming.
Plus Marissa was on (extremely well-deserved) vacation, so the rest of the pirate crew and I were kind of running around like headless chickens.
Ah, yes.
Mix-ups, mistakes, things not going quite right.
Stupid little things.
Mostly.
And a couple big ones.
But it’s more that once stuff starts getting all tangled, it’s really hard not to stay in the tangle.
Discovering just how crappy my mattress really is.
Seriously.
Do not try the fabulous and shockingly expensive mattress because it will ruin your life by bringing your attention to the sad fact that your current bed is a horribly uncomfortable sack of boards.
Then you have to devote your life to explaining to your partner and your duck why you want to spend their retirement fund on this insane life-changing mattress instead of being sensible and maybe promising to take them to Paris or something.
See?
Moral of the story: don’t try stuff. You know, ever.
Okay. Good stuff?
The good stuff
I did a clean.
Spent all of Sunday afternoon cleaning and organizing the basement.
The sadly neglected Hoppy House basement.
It was messy and dirty and kind of a pain in the ass … and my shoulders were all sore the next day. But it was a great way to blow off steam.
Which I totally needed.
And now the room that was horrible and depressing is clean and neat and maybe even kind of charming. Kind of.
Almost no appointments this week.
Seriously.
That never happens. There was an entire day with nothing in iCal.
Just gorgeous, clear white space instead of enough colored lines to give someone an epileptic fit.
Wheeee! Freedom!
Marissa’s back! Marissa’s back!
The entire pirate crew is extremely happy and relieved, and we are all going to take a nap now.
Hurrah for our First Mate!
Some excellent Shivanautical epiphanies this week.
Lots of dancing it up.
Lots of writing down insights.
And recognizing all sorts of Useful Things. And then giggling.
Plus now I know what my two R&D projects of the year are. Verra nice!
My surprise day off.
When Selma and my gentleman friend rescued Toozday by making me take the day off.
Rain pants! Wanderings! Plus I ate a knish!
I ate a knish!
Which is really just the easiest way to make me happy.
Especially as I have not had a knish since working in a sometimes-Hungarian restaurant. It’s been a while.
ECSTATIC JOY! Oh yes.
Good things at the Kitchen Table.
Okay. I’d been the teensiest bit nervous about how the new Kitcheners would get on, and how the veterans would adjust too.
And am pleased to see that the new member mice are as awesome as they sounded in their applications, and that people are asking for what they need in the form they need it in.
Good stuff all around. *sigh of relief*
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.”
So this week, I am proud to present:
Knish Getaway Package
And yeah, they used to be called Emergency Lunch Situation. Remember their first album? It was called Sloppy Foes.
But really? It’s just one guy.*
* Thanks to Laura who is @lbelgray on the Twitters.
And … STUISMS of the week.
Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.
- healer you no instead of “you already know”
- she might be Michelle go along for the record instead of “so you might as well go along for the ride”
- PSYCHIC hay instead of “PSYCH-K”
- it’s not the clams that are pad instead of “it’s not that plans are bad”
- light is a fig of wisteria instead of “life is a thing of mystery”
- but we need to up the herbal instead of “but we need a parable”
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.
Throwing out the epiphanies.
A wee note of explain-ey-ness: I kind of talk a lot about Dance of Shiva today, which is weird because that’s the topic of my other blog, right? It’s just that I’m not really talking about the practice itself.
I’m talking about shifting thoughts, recognizing patterns, backing up, rephrasing, re-explaining, re-evaluating and maybe even saying “I was wrong, but not the way you think I am.”
There. How’s that for not actually explaining anything?
The situation.
So I invented a wacky system to help people figure out how to mindfully destuckify things and work on their stuff in non-annoying ways.
That’s old news, of course. My duck and I have been teaching this stuff for five years and we use pieces of it with private clients and at the Kitchen Table and at events and retreats and whatever.
And one of techniques that I recommend people use while doing this work is Shiva Nata — the Dance of Shiva — because it’s insane it’s insanely great it makes the whole process faster.
By facilitating moments of bing. Yes, bing. Otherwise known as moments of ohmygod I just saw a pattern.
Sometimes we call these hot buttered epiphanies.
Anyway, some of my people have been talking about not getting epiphanies. Or not getting the ones they wanted.
Normally I would just give them the dude, you’re not doing it wrong enough because you have to do it really, really wrong to get the epiphanies lecture.
But there’s something else going on here. We need to throw out the epiphanies.
So I’m thinking I need to shift the emphasis somehow. Or re-explain.
Because I hate to see people missing the good stuff — both the good stuff that’s actually happening as well as the good stuff that’s still to come — because they’re so distracted by the anticipation.
And because those Gigantic Awakening Life-Changing Epiphanies … they kind of aren’t the point.
It’s not that these extraordinary oh boy I’ve been wrong about everything I’ve ever thought moments of bing and zing don’t happen.
Because they do.
It’s just more that the big crazy ones ultimately aren’t as important as the growing/coagulating/piling-on-top-of-each other pull of tiny little insights and the delicate synaptic clicks of mini-understandings.
I’ll take that one step further.
It is the accumulation of these little bits of understanding happening on different levels — these microscopic physical-mental-emotional connections — that elicits the Big Ones.
You work up to the big understandings as the little ones start snowballing and interacting with each other.
I think we need some examples.
Like recently when a friend of mine was trying to figure out how she could teach something without having to travel to do it. She did her Dance of Shiva ten minutes of flailing, and the next day she mapped out a series of local workshops.
It just happened. And it seemed so completely obvious that the realization didn’t feel like an epiphany. It just felt like something painfully clear that she just hadn’t thought of before.
Or Frank seeing his skeleton.
Or when I used Shiva Nata to quit smoking.
Each day I’d get a new realization about some small aspect of my relationship with addiction in general, and with this addiction in particular.
One day I realized that I was afraid to take time for myself, and that smoking was a form of permission.
And one day I realized that I used smoking as something to do to gird myself up for Uncomfortable Things That Had To Be Done. Like arguing with my boss at the bar about money.
So yeah. None of these were huge realizations. If you had told them to me in words, I would have said that I already knew those things.
The difference was that now I really knew them. Like, knew them in my body.
That kind of “knew them”.
Which was big. And because of that, I was finally able to see how my patterns worked, and what my options were for shifting bits and pieces of them.
And then I was done. I wasn’t a smoker anymore. And I didn’t miss it.
So if it’s not about epiphanies, how come I talk about epiphanies all the time, huh? HUH?
Okay.
Backtrack a few years with me. Scooby doo noises.
Back to before my duck was internet famous. Before we were in the New York Times. Back when my Gentleman Friend had to run his own business instead of being on my pirate crew.
I was on the phone with my business mentor, complaining bitterly about my total lack of ability to make money with this thing that I was soooooo insanely passionate about.
About how devastating it was to love something so much, to know that it coould change people’s lives and help them destuckify so much faster.
But only once they do it. And I couldn’t get them to do it.
Because I’d meet these interesting people who could totally be happy Shivanauts and they’d want to know “So what is this thing you teach?” and then the conversations would fall apart in the explain-ey bits.
Me: Okay. It’s basically a movement form that changes your brain. It’s based on yoga and …
Interesting person: Oh, I don’t like yoga.
Me: It’s about using the body to make new neural connections so you can learn stuff about your patterns and then change them.
Interesting person: Why do I want to change my patterns?
Me: It makes you insanely coordinated. Like, you will never drop anything ever again.
Interesting person: Oh, I’m not coordinated.
Me: No, you don’t have to be. It makes you that way. Never mind.
Me: It’s a way to use your body to learn stuff about yourself.
Interesting person: Oh, like yoga. I already do yoga.*
* Or Feldenkrais or Qi Gong or Alexander Technique or or or …
Sigh.
So I was telling my mentor how tired I was of explaining. I was done with the explaining and I was done with people not getting why it was different or why anyone would want to do something that sounded so challenging.
And he asked me exactly the right question.
This is what he asked:
“Listen, maybe I also don’t care about patterns or change or yoga or any of that stuff. But I care about you. Why do you practice Shiva Nata?
You’ve said yourself that it’s hard and it makes you feel stupid and half the time you kind of hate it. Why?”
And I knew exactly why.
For the moments of bing. For the tiny realizations. The moments of oh that’s why I do things that way. The zap. The blink. The tingly, gradual understanding that I don’t have to keep doing things the way I’ve been doing them.
Because my world is infused with possibility.
That’s what it is. Moments of bing. On demand.
He said, you mean epiphanies. And I said okay. Hot buttered epiphanies.
Where I think my people are getting stuck.
There are a lot of Shivanauts now.
I never really learned how to describe Dance of Shiva very well, and I still stutter when I talk about it.
But that stopped being a problem. Because my duck has a cult following. People basically do Shiva Nata just because Selma thinks it’s cool. That’s enough.
And I don’t have to convince anyone anymore, gott sei dank.
But in the meantime, there are a lot of people out there — my people — hungry for epiphanies.
And like Briana and like Anna and like Pearl, they want a to see something fall from the sky or to find the message written in enormous letters.
Which I get. Who doesn’t want that?
It’s just that it’s so much more useful to use the practice to get blips and drips of information in regular doses. To know more about what you’re tripping over. To know what your walls are saying.
And then when the tiny gasps lead to the big explosion, awesome. And when they don’t, you have room to appreciate the tiny gasps.
I’ve always said there’s only one way you can’t get epiphanies.
But maybe I was wrong.
The one way that I knew that people could do Dance of Shiva and not get epiphanies was to not actually truly challenge themselves.
Because without challenge there is no learning. It might seem that you’re challenging yourself because you’re doing it badly, but if you were in class with me we’d be reaching new levels of fabulous screwing up, rocking your brain with hard, training it to make new connections.
And believe me. There would be zing.
But I realize now that there is also another way to miss epiphanies. And that’s to just miss them.
To miss them by overlooking the mini-moments of understanding that come together to become epiphanies.
To be so involved with expectations of the Big One that the small ones don’t get processed or acknowledged or practiced.
Though even if you do? I’m pretty sure some epiphanies will come along anyway. As long as you’re challenging yourself, it’s pretty hard to avoid.

Okay. I swear. This is the conclusion. Well, it’s conclusion-ey.
Here it is.
If it’s not helpful for you to have this waiting for epiphanies anticipation hanging over you, drop it. We can throw out the epiphanies.
Not throwing them out for good.
But yeah, maybe moving them aside to make room for small understandings. Because that’s the important thing. That, and the having a conscious, intentional relationship with yourself part.
The rest is icing. And it will come.
And an especially firm comment zen for today.
I am kind of obsessive and protective and crazed about Dance of Shiva.
Without that marvelously crazy practice changing my brain, rewriting my patterns and giving me a new relationship with the world, there would be no blog. The Fluent Self would not exist in any form.
And I might not even have a duck.
So please please please be gentle with my baby.