Gathering wishes?

These are wishes about gathering and about gathering wishes.

This is the 384th week of wishing. Nearly seven and a half years.

A lot is gathered here.

A lot of us have gathered here over the years.

We have gathered to wish wishes and seed seeds, we have gathered to think collectively about the process of wishing, and we have gathered to glow joy and support for each other, to say: oh wow what beautiful wishes…

Into the pot!

What am I adding today to my pot of wishes?

• Standing in my power.
• RESOLVED!
• Companionship.
• Doing what has meaning for me while I still can.
• Time to burn some sage.
• A new metaphor, please.
• Permission abounds.
• Boundaries, speaking of things that bound and abound, I need some.
• Ten Percent Fiercer!
• Extra luck.
• Purpose and Clarity.
• A small village in Italy? Possibly this is just a clue.
• What if [project] can happen so much faster than I think?
• A loving coven of fairy godmothers to blow kisses at my tiny sweet project, pretty sure coven is not the correct right collective noun, but it feels right, so I’m going with it.

What do I know about gathering?

Coming together and bringing together.

I want coming together in the form of companionship, like-minded people (or do I mean like-hearted people?), playmates.

I want bringing together in the form of collecting sparks, excitement, enthusiasm, support, shared passion, shared warmth.

How can we do this?

This week is American Thanksgiving, the loneliest day of the year (for some of us) and the most stressful day of the year (for others of us).

For everyone reading in other countries, I apologize for yet another post centered around what is happening here. I don’t know what to say about that other than that this is where the energy/focus is for me right now, and it is all very intense and overwhelming. Come gather with me/us too, and we will find our way (eventually) to talking about the bigger themes.

Anyway, here is what I am thinking. We need a gathering place. Can we become one?

For everyone who is alone on this day, we need a place to gather, some place away from the endless photos of food and other people’s gatherings.

For everyone who is reminded on this day of the painful history of this country and this holiday, the awful things we did to the native people of this country, and are still doing today in north dakota, everyone feeling the dangerous scary political climate, a place to gather and feel feelings and breathe.

For everyone who is with family at uncomfortable gatherings, anyone who finds themselves expected to politely sit at a table with people who used their vote and their privilege to bring into power the person who thinks it’s perfectly okay to assault women whenever you think you can get away with it, who doesn’t have an answer for how a muslim registry differs from the nazi registry of jews, who is appointing white supremacists to government positions…

I don’t even know what to say about that, I’m sorry that you are going through this, and I want to invite you to my table, my gathering.

You are invited to make use of our secret invisible blanket permission slip generator to invent any excuse to come hang out with us here, even if just for a few minutes when you can! Come by and say hi, drop off a wish, throw a superpower into the pot, take a few breaths, whatever helps…

Secret Invisible Blanket Permission Slips.

Our secret invisible blanket permission slip generator is busy churning out every possible reason for you to leave the table for a much-needed sanity

We have imaginary “work emergencies”, temporary ailments, friend’s cats that need to be urgently checked on. Whatever you need, we have it.

Come gather with us.

What is happening at our gathering?

We are throwing a gathering where we gather together and where we can gather comforting thoughts.

We are gathering wishes — leave as many as you like!

We are invoking superpowers, casting stones (yes, skipping them) and spells.

We can invent magical costumes and secret identities. We can play in any way we want.

My questions…

These are the stones I am skipping:

1. If a benevolent panther could give me a training in boundaries and how to restore them, what do I want to know and what does it want to tell me?
2. What am I not seeing?
3. How can I best take care of myself today?

The gathering knows.

How do we want to gather? What do we want to gather?

What do we want to illuminate?

What happens when we gather together?

Anything else about my wish?

I am noticing that this has been an exceptionally hard year, and the one about to come in is asking for me to be very clear about how I am going to use my powers and when I need to conserve them.

I am noticing that I am very, very tired.

I am noticing that right now with the massive swirling chaotic energy of the world right now (and specifically the internet), I am not highly functional, and I’m pretty sure there are notes about this in the Book of Me. Right. Yes. This does in fact happen every single year.

Adding permission and legitimacy to the pot. Adding spaciousness and rest.

Ah, I see. This is also a wish about gathering strength, gathering in spirit, gathering in retreat in order to respond with powerful conviction.

And it is a wish about progress that happens deep under the surface.

And it is a wish about sanctuary, which is what we do here. We make sanctuary. We change space and we change how we are in our space.

What is a gathering sanctuary?

Maybe that is what I want to investigate next.

I am trusting that this wish, like all the wishes we have wished here, will reveal treasure that I can’t even imagine yet, just through naming it.

Looking forward to discovering what is in here. Looking forward to playing with you.

Invitation: come play with me…

You are invited to share this post and to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share appreciation or anything sparked for you while reading…

Deposit wishes, gwishes, superpowers, qualities, ingredients, intel, possibly in code.

Safe space for creative exploration asks us to let go of care-taking and advice-giving.

Wishes are never late because whenever you wish is the right time for wishing.

We remember that people vary and my wishes don’t have to be yours, each process is unique, and this is a good thing.

Here’s how we meet each other’s wishes: with great kindness and appreciation and awe, whispering (and sometimes shouting) oh, wow what beautiful wishes!

♡

What’s been working? What do I want to play with….

My week can basically be summed up by this Liana Finck cartoon.

What has been working is knowing that not acting is not an option.

Focusing on Clarity and Purpose. One day at a time.

Breathing for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

• Post-election news gets worse and worse. Breathing fierce determination to act.
• I had a long rant about Jon Stewart, the last person I was expecting to disagree with this week, but I am erasing it because cycling through rantiness is not helpful for me right now, maybe once I get out of wheel-grinding mode. Breathing for reclaiming power.
• I cried over so many things this week but for some reason it was rereading The Wasteland that got me hardest, those last two sections, straight to the heart. Breathing and breathing.
• The dissonance of being around the unaffected. A breath for this.
• An old, old, old pattern that I am in the process of untangling, and right now it just hurts. Breathing for this.
• To be honest, spending the week alone in a motorhome in a supermarket parking lot with a bunch of mice and an unpredictable heater that doesn’t always work, when it’s 18 degrees Fahrenheit at night (that’s -7 in Celsius), all that is actually not as bad as it sounds. But ohmygod you guys, the internal monster brigade of Look At Your Life You Are Going To Be Forty And You Are The Biggest Failure That Has Ever Been. They are not fun. Breathing presence. And listening to twenty-year-old me and thirty-year-old me, who are delighted to know that my life did not turn out to be conventional or dull in any way, and none of their worries about that were justified!
• Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. May peacefulness prevail. Trust-more love-more release-more receive-more. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Breathing for the good, reassuring, and magical!

• Focused and clear. Breathing appreciation.
• Using my body to access calm: slow yoga with slow breathing, lots of TRE, balance, rest. Breathing and listening.
• I said this last week and it is still true (for me). Writing helps. Breathing thankfulness for an outlet.
• Mexican food and movie night with the cowboy before he left town. There are some lovely sweet things about small town life, about routine. A breath for comfort, warmth, smiling.
• Hey let’s notice all the things that didn’t go wrong! The mice kept to themselves. The heater worked through the night. I almost ran out of data on my phone but somehow made it through. A hundred billion trillion sparklepoints for all the things that are okay. Breathing.
• I know what I want. I am very clear about this. A breath for the many things that are possible.
• So grateful for my friends who kept me company this week by text: Agent Ravenstar, Agent Spalding, The Vicar, Briana, Lucky Lola, Richard, Lady Kathryn of the Jewels, Shawn, The Writer Who Writes, Adiv. It helps to have people who listen and who get it. A breath for companionship.
• An abundance of good ideas, comforting thoughts, useful intel from my body. A breath for the treasure that comes through quiet.
• Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of spotify playlists, beautiful mountains, a gigantic pot of tea, daydreaming about moving to a small town in Italy, night-dreaming about good things, finishing a project, snuggling. Nothing is wrong, even when I want to believe it is. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. Thank you for this grand adventure. A full breath of deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.

Superpowers.

Last week I asked to own Fierce Determination so fully and powerfully that it glows for miles. I didn’t think this would show up since I was feeling pretty despondent when I asked, but I am having moments of this powerful determined glowing.

Two weeks ago, I asked for surprise perfect solutions that are so beautiful I clap my hands in delight. I got one, and would like some more please.

May it be so.

How was your week?

Come play in the comments. Share something from your week, take a breath, or just say hi! No rules, my format doesn’t have to be yours, we’ve been doing this every week for years now and there still isn’t a right way.

Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We lovingly refrain from giving advice.

And of course it’s always okay to comment under a made-up name, whether for play and delight, or in the interest of Safety First.

Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.

It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — jump in whenever you like. Blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers too!

Echoing this wish about about Forward and Fierce.

It is the month of echoing and oh, there is so much to echo here.

If ever there were a time for powerful resonance, now is a good one.

Like so many people I am finding myself in a daze since the U.S. elections. A back and forth between numb depression and horror-revulsion, waves of anxiety.

I still don’t have anything remotely hopeful to say about this garbage fire of a political situation but, when not hiding in bed, I feel sparks of Fierce Determination to do.

To do (and undo). To do and to act, and am rooting hard for more sparks each day.

Each day I feel more strongly the call towards next steps, whatever they might be, filling up on that Fierce Determination to do something, a pull of Towards.

Towards.

Kadima. Forwards. Towards.

What do we want to move towards?

I think most of us are painfully aware of what we want to move away from, but right now, eyes on towards: how powerfully and with how much fierceness and intention can I channel my towards.

This is what I want to learn and so this is my wish this week.

What are we going to do?

I have asked this question many times this week, sometimes in despair, but sometimes I am able to ask this like a wild and brilliant inventor on the verge of a Very Good Plan, brewing up possibility and hope.

Sometimes I am able to hear this question like a battlecry.

We’ve been given a lot of work, we’ve been asked to be conduits for big passionate intensity, and it’s going to be interesting, but hey, here we are.

There is no business as usual.

This is the time to be real and vulnerable and figure out what we can do.

Even if what we can do is “take care of mental and emotional health so hard and hold onto our force fields for dear life until something else can happen”. That counts too.

Action as a living out of towards.

I am thinking so much these days about action, and types of action, and where/how to be most effective. About the meeting points between extreme self care and standing for what is right.

And really the only reassuring thing right now (for me) is how many others I know or know of who are finding their way through a similar process.

Like Sarah Mirk who has been in a wild flurry of interviewing people on the topic of activism that can be acted on before the inauguration, — there will be a podcast on bitch media with all these ideas next week, and also this sweet tiny free zine (which you are welcome to pass along).

I get texts from friends who are trying to figure out their next steps, and certainly I’m trying to figure out mine.

But what I know for sure is — other than the basic principles of Safety First and prioritizing taking exquisite care of ourselves to the best of our abilities, however that might look in a given moment — we already have good clues.

Our wishes haven’t changed that much.

They might just need to get a little more focused.

Do you get excited about electric cars? Fantastic. Because guess who is appointing a climate change denier as head of the Environmental Protection Agency, or really as head of destroying the Environmental Protection Agency.

Now is a good time for people who can get excited about things they were already excited about to get even more excited about those things. Forward? Forward.

Maybe it’s electric cars, maybe it’s indigenous rights, maybe it’s changing the culture of bullying, maybe it’s helping undocumented kids, maybe it’s women’s health, maybe it’s awareness or advocacy for something dear to our hearts, maybe it’s being a really good role model.

Maybe it’s being honest, vulnerable, clear, present, alive. And then showing up with that to whatever speaks to you most powerfully.

Days.

There are days when all I can do for the first few hours is bed.

Other days I’m fired up to get to North Dakota as fast as possible and protest the pipeline, contribute in any way I can.

There are days when I remember that the work I do right now — sharing and modeling the techniques and approach that contribute to mental and emotional stability so that we can do all the other things we want to do — is important and valuable. Time to consolidate my body of work.

Some days I feel so intensely glum but later I find out that a text I sent to a friend or something I posted here was genuinely helpful for someone in a dark moment.

How.

How are you doing, says the guy who works at the cafe, and I don’t know how to answer.

Physically? Mentally? Emotionally? Politically? Existentially?

The word of the year is “post-truth“. How am I doing?

I am darkness and sparks.

I am a powerful fierce striking panther and a glowing star.

I am also currently someone who cries a lot and does not want to start the day.

And I am also someone who writes up a storm all afternoon.

Jason Garland Sturgill made this print — if you shine your light it won’t be dark. Yes, this too.

We having some shining to do. We have some sitting in the dark to do.

We do our best teaching (and leading) when we are vulnerable.

Since the election I have been thinking about a moment from my last year in university.

I don’t even remember what the course was, a seminar on Classical Athens (maybe?) with Irad Malkin. I remember the light coming through the window and this moment.

Someone asked him a question, and we were all waiting for him to do his thing, his charming, engaging thing, waiting for him to expound, enlighten, with wise, thoughtful commentary, something that would make us scribble wildly in our notebooks.

But he just sat there, on the edge of the desk.

And finally he said, “You know what? I don’t know.”

We looked at him, completely bewildered. The classroom went silent, something that does not happen in Israel, ever. We waited.

Finally he said, “I’m going to give this some thought and get back to you next week, thank you for asking a question I don’t know how to answer.”

That’s the main thing I remember from university. Not the classes I took, not the question that was asked, and certainly not the answer which he did indeed give the next week, I’m sure it was good but I couldn’t tell you what it was.

Vulnerability is real power..

It’s scary to do, but it’s real.

That’s what I remember from university. I remember that the one person I actually looked up to stood in front of his best students and admitted he didn’t have any answers.

I think this is part of what we may be called on to embody in this next period of time.

I think we are going to have to be open and honest about our lack of answers. This is uncharted territory. It is certainly eerily reminiscent of the beginning of one of the most frightening periods of human history, but it is also its own thing.

We are going to have to be real.

Real is how people know shit is different.

Not fine.

I realize that [business as usual] and acting like things are fine is one way that some people cope, and I am a big fan of whatever helps you cope.

At the same time, I personally have little patience for — nor interest in — the approach of lalala everything is fine.

Everything is not fine.

It is troubling, it is challenging, and there are populations of this country who are now in danger and in need of all the support we can gather together.

Acknowledging the not-fine is part of the vulnerability.

I am not talking about wallowing and stew-stirring. I am talking about clarity and honesty. Naming what is, including things that are not fun to name like white supremacists in high level government positions, or that a known sexual predator (who not only admits to this but is proud of it) is leading the United States.

Part of my wish of Fierce and Forward is about naming: what I feel, what I need, and how I want to be in the face of [things I feel strongly about].

Refuge.

A vague faded memory, maybe nine years old? A couple dozen happy people at an amusement park, of all ages, in matching blue shirts, having the time of their lives.

Somehow I learned this bubbly gathering was something called a family reunion, and I must have asked if we could have one too, since it looked to be quite the party, and that was when my mother explained that we don’t have extended family because they were all murdered by nazis in the holocaust.

In our family we joke that we are all about quality, not quantity.

Sure, it isn’t really that funny. Dark humor is the refuge of people who don’t have anywhere to go. But sometimes bitter laughter is what you have.

Who can count on us?

Little-me tried so hard to understand what kind of terrible friends and neighbors our relatives must have had, because surely if a bad person came to power now, we could count on the people in our lives to stand up for us, to hide us and rescue us.

I think they muttered something dark about how you don’t really know who your friends are until it comes down to it. And for years I chalked that up to their general grim paranoia, the painful legacy of being The Generation After.

But hey, right now Trump’s people are talking seriously and openly about a registry of Muslims in the country, citing the (horrifying) precedent of Japanese internment camps, aka the most shameful part of American history after the genocide of native peoples.

Right now Manhattan (Manhattan!) is covered in swastikas, I know at least a handful of people actively planning potential fleeing options, and many more people who have had to exit social media due to ever-escalating threats and abuse.

Right now I am losing my mind over just how many people are trying to convince us that Steve Bannon — an honest to god actual white nationalist and known anti-semite, and now the new chief strategist for the incoming president of the United States, is Not That Bad, even as the KKK are patting themselves on the back for this big win.

There are vulnerable people who need to know they can count on us.

We need to be better friends and neighbors than the ones my relatives had, and we need to organize and stand up as allies now, before there is a chance of too late.

Let’s be-and-do better.

So many of us are feeling the grief of not knowing how, but we have to start somewhere, so let’s figure out what somewhere might look like, let’s blow on sparks.

Here is a poster that that West Coast Craft is distributing for free.

It says:

ALLY of
ALL races
ALL religions
ALL countries of origin
ALL sexual orientations
ALL genders
I stand with YOU
You are SAFE and WELCOME in this home

If you have a home or business where you can post this, or you know anyone who can, if you can identify as an ally to someone who might really need to know where to turn in a moment of danger, if you can be that spark of light, please be that spark of light.

And if you can’t for some reason, please join me in breathing breaths and contemplating all possible available ways of glowing and channeling light sparks, because this is needed.

Voice.

I have been non-verbal for nearly four years, but today I am using my voice (yes, both meanings) and calling my representatives about Bannon.

People have been asking for years what would make me want to talk again, and I didn’t know, but now I do. This is important.

I used to think calling didn’t make a difference, but guess what, it does (read this!), so let’s get started.

If you’re not a resident of the United States, which I know constitutes a large chunk of people reading this blog, you can still help by sharing on social media as a way to remind people who are in the states that this is the time to get loud.

Here’s the important information:

1. The very useful We’re His Problem Now spreadsheet tells you who to call and what to say.
2. Again, here’s why calling matters and is more effective than commenting on social media.
3. Here is a spreadsheet of companies that support Trump or do business with him. I don’t know how effective this can be but this is all new territory, and any way to use our voices is a start.
4. Sign this petition about Bannon from the SPLC (Southern Poverty Law Center). 153,000 people signed the first day and we need more. And here’s the Change.org petition.
5. We can be vigilant about the power of fake news and not agree to let people we know spread it. Here’s a list of problem sites, and here are tips from Melissa Zimdars, professor of communication and media.

EDIT: Another good resource is this syllabus via @Wolven on Twitter, which I arrived at by way of the amazing @AlyssaHarad.

Yes, these may be small things, and yes, they are not enough, and we have to start somewhere.

What is next?

There is no business as usual.

We have to focus on whatever it is we can do.

Many people have gotten in touch this week to say that Fluent Self techniques are saving them right now, the thing that is helping them maintain mental stability and emotional well-being. And I am holding onto this so hard on the days when I feel helpless, vulnerable, terrified, when I think that nothing I can do or say matters.

We matter.

We matter in ways we don’t know. I’m sure my professor doesn’t remember the day he told us that he didn’t have answers but I bet everyone who was there does. We can’t know how much we can change history by taking a stand, through being vulnerable, in our grief, using our voices to call for action, but we can keep faith and do it anyway.

What do I know about this week’s wish?

It is about passion and presence.

It is much less about doing what we think is expected of us, and much more about following the pull of what calls us.

It is about a new kind of provocation — in Tel Aviv we expected Professor Malkin to deliver some thoughtful response that would provoke us into thinking about the world in a different way. And he did. Except he provoked us into thinking differently through not having a response, and being beautifully open and honest about this.

It is up to us to make the world a better place before it becomes a seriously terrifying place. Our work is cut out for us.

And, as said, sometimes that work is fiercely taking care of ourselves and our loved ones, and sometimes that work is listening for the call of what am I feeling passionately about.

Sometimes that work is asking how we can best serve, and sometimes that work is listening listening listening listening.

What do I want?

I want to be a fierce powerful striking panther and a glowing star.

I want to be an olympian, focusing on the next four years of work and training.

I want us to find out just how powerfully can we focus on what we want, our Towards and our Fierce Determination.

I want to dive into last week’s wish about legacy and what I want to echo.

Anything else I know about my wish?

Peace. Peace. Peace.

Echoing and reverberating.

Stand up and be counted.

Presence and prowess.

Taking up space. Ringing the bells.

Agency. Fierce determination.

Fierce and forward, moving towards.

invitation: come play with me…

you are invited to share this post and to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share appreciation or anything sparked for you while reading

deposit wishes, gwishes, superpowers, qualities, ingredients, intel, possibly in code

safe space for creative exploration asks us to let go of care-taking and advice-giving

wishes are never late because whenever you wish is the right time for wishing

we remember that people vary and my wishes don’t have to be yours, each process is unique, and this is a good thing

here’s how we meet each other’s wishes: with great kindness and appreciation and awe, whispering (and sometimes shouting) oh, wow what beautiful wishes

♡

What’s been working? What do I want to play with….

Fierce Determination — as salve, as quality, as battlecry.

And: one day at a time.

Breathing for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

• The people of the united states revealed true colors this week, not the most attractive ones, and now we all live with the consequences, in the best case for the next four years, and I refuse to consider other cases. Though, hey, we all refused to consider this, and now here we are. Breathing for any form of hopefulness, may it reveal itself.
• As @KenTremendous said: “America, in its collective wisdom, has elected a vain, violent, ignorant, sexist bully as our President. Not everyone who voted for Trump is a racist, or a misogynist. But they did vote *for* a racist and a misogynist.” Yes. That happened, right here, and it was (is) exhausting, depressing, awful. Breathing.
• Noticing my intense desire, as it goes in times of deep grief, for someone to blame. I mean, yes I know I could just be mad at racist, sexist, unbearably complacent white America, as well as the unexamined sexism of everyone who would have absolutely voted for HRC had she been a man. But instead I’m mad at Bernie bros, and everyone who voted third party, and Snowden for encouraging them to, and Comey for the worst possible timing, and every newspaper that was like oh lalala just trying to show both sides here instead of denouncing fascism and bigotry at every opportunity. Stirring stew here, and ready to stop. Ready to riot. Breathing for reclaiming power.
• Shaun King has been collecting reports of violence against minorities in the first days after the election, and it is absolutely horrifying, and oh, dark days are here sooner than expected, and we have a lot of work to do, you guys. Breathing fierce power for our work.
• Me: Man, today is seriously not fun. Agent Spalding: I’ve lost the ability to think clearly about reality. Me: Ditto. I just feel hungover and dizzy. Breathing for regaining the ability to think clearly, may it return soon.
• I am in a town of four thousand white people who are all in a suspiciously good mood, and I want to scream. Pickup trucks flying the American flag. People who are in no danger of being deported or worse saying things like “maybe now we can all just get along”. Smug old white dudes talking loudly about how Sonia Sotomayor doesn’t know the Constitution. Right. Fury and rage and sadness and so many feelings. Breathing for healing.
• And in case you were wondering what came of the mouse in motorhome situation, well, it turned into seven mice in the motorhome.
• The things that usually make me feel better (writing in the cafe, walking in the desert at sunset) have not been working at all. A breath.
• I don’t remember what else happened this week. So let’s breathe. Oh right. Clocks changed. It is dark and horrible and I hate it. Breathing for light.
• Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. May peacefulness prevail. Trust-more love-more release-more receive-more. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Breathing for the good, reassuring, and magical!

• Relieved to be out in the wilderness under the stars where it is quiet and beautiful. Breathing appreciation.
• Sleeping in. Breathing thankfulness.
• Writing helps. The cowboy said, “Glad you’re writing to get through the ugly.” Yes, that is a good way of putting it. Breathing for finding our ways through the ugly.
• On the hard day, went to the movie theater because I needed to be somewhere else, and the only thing showing was the Middle School movie, which I kind of assumed would be terrible, but it was wonderful and I loved it and I cried through the whole thing, but I also really needed to cry, and I laughed a lot, out loud, because it was also very funny. Funny and sweet and sad and sweet, and also funny. HIGHLY RECOMMEND. A breath for unexpected sources of comfort, reassurance and grace.
• Dreaming up dreams with the cowboy. A breath for the many things that are possible.
• Thankful for the big outpouring of love and support for this online space. Looks like we can keep the lights on for the next three months, which is at least a start, even though I don’t know what happens after that. Glad for this. Breathing for magic.
• A super scary thing happened and I was so brave and took care of it, and I get a hundred billion trillion sparklepoints for taking care of me. Breathing.
• Agent Sloan said, on that first awful day, “There is only one day that is this day”, and she was right. Each day a little easier, because I am moving from grief into Fierce Determination and Fiery Grace, and we are going to use this awful situation as a catalyst for channelling our most badass superpowers so hard, we are going to act, because that is the only option. Breathing fierceness.
• Focused on what I want. Let’s do this. Breathing expansiveness.
• Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of my imaginary dance crew, learning two new moves on the balance board, training for the olympics (proxy), dessert in the desert. Nothing is wrong, even when I want to believe it is. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. Thank you for this grand adventure. A full breath of deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.

Superpowers.

Last week I asked for surprise perfect solutions that are so beautiful I clap my hands in delight. And I still want this. I also want to own Fierce Determination so fully and powerfully that it glows for miles.

May it be so.

How was your week?

Come play in the comments. Share something from your week, take a breath, or just say hi! No rules, my format doesn’t have to be yours, we’ve been doing this every week for years now and there still isn’t a right way.

Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We lovingly refrain from giving advice.

And of course it’s always okay to comment under a made-up name, whether for play and delight, or in the interest of Safety First.

Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.

It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — jump in whenever you like. Blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers too!