What's in the gallery?

We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.

We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**

* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.

** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.

What's in the gallery?

We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.

We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**

* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.

** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.

The week of finding our way back to fierce determination

Friday chicken

Reflecting on both the hard and the good in the week that was…

This is week 433 of this ritual, and so we chicken.

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.

Shabbat shalom.

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!

in dark bleak days / moving towards light

What do we do on dark bleak days?

Does it matter which dark bleak days we are talking about?

No, because the protocol is the same
in all cases of dark bleak days
and so we focus on the protocol.

And, at the same time…
of course we acknowledge all forms of darkness and bleak
because acknowledgment is part of the protocol
as is breathing and noticing: what is here?

Remembering the protocol.

You are invited to follow along with me, and of course
change up the order, in any way that suits you,
with additions and subtractions,
as works best for you,
because People Vary and the only important protocol
is whatever works best for you,
this is only one possible example of a protocol,
my process, today.

Noticing.

What does noticing look like? Like this:

Oh yes wow okay look at all this darkness.

Noticing (i)

Here we are in the dark and bleak days of adjusting to this new political reality,
wherever you are in the world, I assume you are reeling
right along with us, on the day-after-election-day
in the not especially united states of Oh Shit What Just Happened.

The unthinkable happened last night, and, possibly,
more unthinkable is coming, who knows,
but there it is: bleakness, apprehension, a tightening,
here we are, dark days.

If you are at all a highly sensitive person, you also may feel all too intensely
the big surging waves of this volatile energy
the pulsating fear-anger-uncertainty of the collective,
and for sure we are all suffering from the Global Hangover effects right now…

And if you aren’t someone who feels everything
your hangover sensations might be more subtle though possibly also more disorienting,
in part because they can be so much harder to pick up on.

Either way, there is a lot going on
out there in the world
and it has a very real impact on how we experience ourselves,
the resonance of our internal worlds,
it is useful to remember this, even when it is painful,
and this is why we pause and notice.

Noticing (ii)

Hello very dark days that come with the changing of the clocks,
when evening arrives with such suddenness,
earlier than anticipated, impossibly early, and seems to stretch on forever,
what do I notice here?

Mainly how profound the impact is
of external on internal.

Noticing the foggy confusion in mind and body, the resistance,
the way I don’t want to get out of bed,
and how at the same time I long to be outdoors
wanting to soak up as much light as possible.

Noticing perceptions of narrowing, tightness (physical and emotional)
that pre-anxiety anxiety from long ago:
what if the light doesn’t come back

But we do not stop at noticing.

The purpose of noticing is to serve as a door,
it gives us a place to enter.

I practice noticing for two reasons:

  1. It forces me to pause and I get to interrupt the habit-patterns of the mind through pausing.
  2. I can use this interruption to buy enough time to remember the next step: apply Compassion to everything I notice.
Repeat as necessary. Pause. Add Compassion. Pause. Add Compassion.

[An important point of clarity here!]

Compassion is not a negation of justified fury,
of course we are still allowed to feel furious as well as deeply sad and troubled.

Compassion includes making space for the fury-sadness to be what it is,
not about tamping down emotion.

What else do we know about Compassion?

Compassion is a surprisingly powerful ingredient,
it should always be directed internally before externally
(put on your own oxygen mask first),
and there are infinite ways to apply it…

What does it mean to add compassion to the noticing? How do we do this?

We do this through acknowledgment and legitimacy:
Everything I am feeling makes sense.
Darkness (physical and existential, felt and symbolic)
does have very real effects on body and mind and body-mind.

All this emotional turmoil and chaos is valid and understandable,
these feelings that I am feeling, all of them, are legitimate things to feel,
they might not be fun, and I can remember that they are not all-powerful.

These feelings do not constitute the wholeness of who I am,
they are a (temporary) experience, and through the act of intentionally acknowledging them,
giving legitimacy to this not-fun moment,
I am agreeing to let these feelings (temporarily) exist — if I can, as I can.

And I am doing this intentionally, as a way of being present with life and aliveness, to the best of my ability.

And we get a hundred billion trillion sparklepoints for doing this.

A hundred billion trillion sparklepoints for being human beings who feel feelings!

Or, if we find ourselves in a state of numbness and absence-of-feeling,
then we get a hundred billion trillion sparklepoints for noticing that,
we acknowledge the good intentions behind those old defense-mechanisms
(yep, there they go, triggering pre-emptive shut-down in times of pain).

Either way, we’re doing the best we can in a difficult moment, and acknowledging this is important.

Pathways.

I am not a helpless compilation of my thoughts and feelings
I am something much bigger than that,
I am the sanctuary which houses my thoughts and feelings
and I am the interior designer of my interior spaces
with the ability to observe my thoughts and feelings, to interact with them,
making space for them to exist,
and making pathways for them to move through me.

Permission, acknowledgment, legitimacy:

Here we are in this hard and painful moment,
it is genuinely crappy and not fun,
we are allowed to be where we are,
we are allowed to not like it one bit.

We name our feelings (hello, rage and pain and apprehension and regret and fear).
We make room for them to exist.
We add compassion and we keep adding compassion.

It is a bit like making a cake, we use quality ingredients,
and we just keep adding more of the best ones (compassion, compassion, compassion)

What comes from compassion?

Compassion allows for spaciousness.
It lets us come closer to ourselves through separating out
from what is not ours.

Examples of making space through compassion:

Oh hey I am experiencing this intense hangover sensation
and I want to blame the glass of wine I had last night
and poor sleep and panicking over election results…

Oh hey I am experiencing panicky fear and
overwhelming numb depression…

But how much of this is global hangover and other people’s stuff,
and how much truly belongs to me?

Ah, okay, five percent is my own emotional chaos-state, and the rest
belongs to the collective,
so I can return it
or let it channel straight into the earth
to be broken down and return to its purest components
it’s just energy

and I am not required to hold the hangover energy of the world
I am not required to take on the sadness of the world,
which does not serve the world and does not serve me.

How else do we add compassion?

What would my body truly find most comforting and reassuring, in this moment,
what is the most nourishing, loving way I can take care of myself in this moment?

How can I best take care of my homes —
my body, my mental and emotional well-being, my physical surroundings,
the kingdom of my internal worlds?

How can I best apply love?

Permission, spaciousness, acceptance, love, self-treasuring. Extreme self-care.
What do I find calming and restful, and can I bring so much intention and kindness to whatever it is.

The poison is also the antidote.

The reason I feel miserable and hopeless in the dark, bleak days is because of how
external factors of [dark and bleak] have altered
both my internal space and how I perceive myself in my space.

When this happens, I am reminded of past [dark and bleak] times,
and current experience of [dark and bleak] is amplified by Then.

At the same time, my body, which knows only right-now,
lives by the lizard-brain / infant-brain logic of
[what I feel right now is probably what I will feel forever]
[how things are in this moment now is how they will be forever]

But once I recognize and remember this relationship between internal and external,
I can apply all the wisdom of Very Interior Design.

Very Interior Design.

I can alter my internal environment through changing something in my external, or vice versa.

And I can use anything at my disposal
and on any level (physical, energy, emotional, mental, spiritual)
to make adjustments to both internal and external,
as well as how I am inside of them,
how I play inside of them and how I perceive myself inside of them.

Power and play.

Today I am interacting with dark-and-bleak through
+ Noticing (also known as Awareness)
+ Legitimacy
+ Compassion
+ Presence
+ Comfort

But also through anything and everything I can muster to
bring new light and perspective to any aspect of my internal and external space.

For example, things like Widdershins and
Change Your Place Change Your Luck,
appreciating flowers,
applying color / adding mantra / skipping stones,
wrapping myself in a cloak of stars,
using words to rename and recharge,
setting off on proxy missions,
all while making space for me to feel what I am feeling
and release what everyone else is feeling.

Back to noticing.

Okay, so my protocol today looks something like this:

+ I Am Noticing (aka presence)
+ Applying Legitimacy (aka add compassion to the noticing)
+ What does Extreme Self Care look like, for me, in this moment right now?
+ How can I use the relationship between External and Internal Space to glow more light?

Whatever I find helpful or useful, I do more of that.
Whatever isn’t working today, I do less of that.

I keep playing with this.
And I trust that play and presence will show me what is next.
This is a form of rallying.

On dark bleak days, I rally.

Yes, I rally in the sense of finding my way through
but also in the sense of going on retreat, making a safe container for
everything I want to work on.

I try to remember that bleakness is — or can be, if I let it,
a sparking point, a catalyst/crucible for my projects and my passions.

And I remind myself that everything that happens during the container of my rally
is a part of the rallying,
even the crappy parts,
I can use them for good when I am ready,
they are not taking me away from my mission,
they are bringing me back to my mission.

What else can we do on dark bleak days.

On dark deep days I prioritize
deep self-nourishing (and second breakfast) above all else.

I refuse to let the global hangover cloud my own clarity:
this hopelessness is not mine, or at least it is not just mine,
and each of us can politely refuse to carry the anxiety of the entire world,
and tend to our own gardens, our places of power and passion.

I am calling on a brand new force field made of
Glowing My Power and Wild Clarity and Imperviousness, yes,
dressing myself in new garments,
a mantle of determination and intensity, a crown of steadiness and grace.

Towards.

Time to channel big wild intense Clarity with passion and a plan.
I am asking for a new mysterious project to find me,
a new Incoming Me to advise me,
preferably a four year project,
like my own form of olympic training or maybe this is what I meant once upon a time
in my wish about the iditarod

Committed to showing up more and harder,
with steady powerful passion and presence,
integrity and focus,
keeping my own light on, attuned to my wild glow,
taking care of myself to the best of my ability,
keeping my eyes on TOWARDS.

A clue.

Yesterday I received a beautiful clue about
how working towards what I do want and working against what I do not want
is not the same energy.

Is this true? Maybe. I believe there is a time and a place for all of it,
but right now I want to be in A Big Clarity of Towards.

And to do this, I am applying all the protocols of self-fluency.
We take care of ourselves, we explore and investigate (with curiosity and love) the
important questions of life in the best detective agency that has ever been.

Investigations of Curiosity and Love.

For example:

  • How can we best take care of ourselves in dark, bleak days?
  • How can we access our own ner tamid, light eternal, and other forms of
    beautiful new power sources?
  • What do I need right now, in this moment, and how do I give it to myself?
  • What needs to be eliminated and what needs to be illuminated?

Asking, listening, taking exquisite care of ourselves, moving towards.

Writing.

I am writing a post today, an exhibit for the gallery, instead of doing any of [the other things]
because the only way I can feel better on this dark bleak day is if
these concepts that constitute my work, the things I practice every day,
can somehow be a source of light and lightness,
whether in the form of comfort, focus, service or even mystery
(maybe the words collected here challenge people and that is okay too)
maybe we can all challenge ourselves to
take another pause, a deeper breath,
channel a moment of attentiveness, and love,
directed inward,
glowing out.

May it be so.

Invitation / how we play here…

We practice Safety First, and remember that safe space for creative exploration asks us to let go of care-taking and advice-giving.

We remember that People Vary, my process does not have to be yours, each of us is unique, and this is a good thing, we make room for feeling what we feel and take responsibility for what is ours.

We can share appreciation and !!!! or anything sparked for us while reading.

Here’s how we meet each other and ourselves here: with kindness and appreciation.

Tiniest postscript: These skills and concepts expored here are the work of self-fluency and very interior design. If you want to take this deeper, come be a friend of the museum to join us for six months of online rally for more of this (if we want to), glowing our light, and diving into any projects which appeal to us.

What Do I Want To Echo

Echoing

months-November-VPA-2016We are in the month of Echoing, and I feel
tingly excitement and an almost overwhelming vastness of possibility
somewhere between thrill (I want to dance!)
and apprehension (I want to hide!)
an entire colony of butterflies inside me
oh wow this big newness this intensity of feeling

And so here is a grounding stone to skip
something to reverberate…

What do I want to echo?

What do I want to echo?

Clarity. Resonance. Spark. Presence: I am here.

Presence like grounded awe and grace, like a glowing ray of light and this breath now.

And presence like panther presence. Something striking and powerful and vitally alive.

Answers and questions.

What else about echo?

Echo like clap back. Echo as community.

This is related to my wishes about companionship and about legacy. I want people to play with in self-fluency, as equals, I don’t want to be the teacher or the guru or the one in the front of the room.

And I want the fullness of my [body of work] to be documented, to exist in one place, in a clear form. That way people can throw themselves into study and play without needing me at all, they can go as deep as they like, to take as much or as little as they want in a given moment.

What else do I know about this?

Mmmmm. I kind of like how this particular flavor of wish as stated above doesn’t answer my biggest (current) question.

Ha, current questions. That is a lovely double meaning. Questions that are of this moment right now, and questions that have spark, a powerful charge, and questions of funding and currency.

Let’s investigate this BCQ (Biggest Current Question), and invoke all the superpowers of current and flow.

Noticing…

My intention in writing this wish was to reveal some clarity on my biggest question (BCQ!), but it turns out that my wise wish knows how to sidestep that question with elegance and grace….

So here’s to all the superpowers of the Graceful Sidestep, which is itself an important principle in the practice of self-fluency and very interior design.

My BCQ —biggest! current! question! — until very recently at least, was this, or at least I thought it was:

Should I stay or should I go? After nearly twelve years of this business and the past four impossibly hard years, what happens next?

This might be a monster question but it’s still a question: let’s say I devote the next year as planned to Last Experiments in discovering if it is possible to make this business a sustainable enterprise, and it doesn’t work, what then?

Or would it make more sense to go get a job-job for a while in something I happen to be very good at — for example, copywriting, editing, marketing for anyone who is not me — and find out what it’s like to not be on the edge?

If I go into logic-mind…

Alright, the latter is definitely not 120% yes. I know this from experience: when I give up on a true yes and take a long meandering side path that might point me in that direction eventually, I end up just losing sight of my spark.

And once my actual yes is out of sight, I invariably compromise on a medium-yes. Or I get sucked into the day-to- day bullshit of the rigged game and forget to check in with my new true yes of the present moment.

On the other hand, as we were forced to get very clear on last week, it is also not my yes to keep the business afloat at my own expense, which at this point isn’t something I can do anymore even if I wanted to.

But/and: Logic-mind isn’t where the answer to this lives. Logic-mind is just where I grind wheels and get lost in pros-and-cons of on the one hand and on the other hand. This is just fiddling details, and they aren’t even necessarily grounded in true yes.

The actual answers (or, better: the clues) live in truth-mind, that is: turning inward, getting quiet, immersing in body-heart-mind knowing. Truth-mind offers me something else entirely.

What does truth say? What does wise, loving, patient Incoming Me say?

(1) It isn’t about staying or going at all.

It doesn’t matter what you do, Havi Bell, because either way, your yes is to catalogue and preserve your legacy. Your legacy is what you want to echo. It is your bell. It is the work of your life and it is time to let it come into form.

So whether you stay and devote yourself to the well-being of the gallery or you seek external support in the form of [salary], or any other option, this is your beacon. Resonate.

(2) It’s time to allow what you live to be downloaded into form.

When this legacy is in place, you can absolutely stay and play if that is your yes, which it may well be. We still feel sparks there. We still have great love for community and play.

Or maybe you will then wish to pursue a new yes calling to you, but either way, your body of work is asking to be preserved in form, this is your devotion, your desire, your unique contribution to the universal sea of shared wisdom.

Legacy is what lives beyond. Putting your focus here solves all questions of doors of entry versus doors of exit. This is what you wish to echo. So let it echo through you.

(3) You have spent the past two years learning about freedom.

Freedom as spiritual quality and the freedom in letting go of [oh pretty much everything]. Creative freedom and more freedom in your days, the treasure of freedom in relationships. Even freedom in dance, a very specific kind of freedom that comes from form, technique, discipline, intention and big wild presence.

Now the time has come to learn about a new freedom.

You need to not only learn about but prioritize financial freedom — or, really, for right now just some form of financial afloat-ness to get you through the period of Preserving Legacy aka allowing it to come into form.

Because that’s the only way you can document the collection of what you know, not just as blog posts of concepts and ideas here and there, but the body of work.

You can’t do this the way you are living now where your resources of attention go to where you will be staying when and for how long, and living on miracles.

It is time to prioritize stability. You need a better foundation for your work of echoing. Ask for it and expect it.

I sit with this and skip some stone questions…

Me: Okay, interesting. So essentially, we just need something to pay the bills and hold down the fort while I document [Legacy]. That something can be the Friends of Museum option, when we let that into the world. Or a new foundation. Or possibly that something is a new solution I haven’t met yet.

And then this legacy either allows for a new way to have a business, a way for the Gallery to be self-sustaining, or it lets me to find some new way to support myself while still knowing that the library of my work lives on.

That is useful to know. It still doesn’t alleviate my monster-fears of What If It Doesn’t Work. It is a start though.

Wisest me: I honestly don’t think it matters. There isn’t a time limit.

Me: How can you say there isn’t a time limit when we are out of funds? Even with being vulnerable and asking, and this amazing outpouring of love and support, it’s still only enough to make it a few more months. There clearly is a limit but you say there isn’t.

Wisest me: There isn’t.

Me: I don’t get it.

Wisest me: Everything you are going through is legitimate, my bell love, all the apprehension, pain, fear, excitement, passion, all of it. It all makes sense and it is all temporary and it is all just right.

And you are quite correct that yes, on the physical plane of course there are limits, even the most basic one: one day we will cease to exist in this body form. The time will come for the long nap. And, at the same time, that’s not the only plane.

There is also another truth, a truth that says there is time, there is plenty of [everything you need], there are beautiful surprise solutions emerging in every instant, and there is treasure and power and grace in this breath now, yes, in this moment of not knowing.

Wisest-me in a moment of channeling truth.

Receive the treasure of this moment of recognizing something true:

In order for you to do your work in this world, you need resources. This is a vital piece of truth that you’ve been neglecting in your passionate dedication to your work: you need to be supported, it is vital for you to have what you need in order to create, because what is creating if not being a clear channel.

When you recognize this, when you decide that it matters to have your day to day needs met in order to do your best work, this is also part of your legacy. More important than you know even.

Decide that it is important that you get paid, in one form or another. Prioritize that before all else, and focus on this now, because this is about harmony, truth-love, congruence, right relationship, and taking care of yourself. These are the important things of life.

You curate one of the most magical galleries on the planet, and doing this requires that you are able to access your state of creative genius, your wisest knowing. And if the gallery owner is constantly dealing with stuff like keeping the heat on in the winter, she cannot do her big creative magic.

If you are going to model what you teach, if you want to be a beacon of self-fluency, you need to prioritize your own well-being, you need to be done with letting the edge be your normal.

Back and forth.

Me: But that’s not why I want to document my legacy.
Wisest-me: Of course not. That is what will allow you to let your legacy take the form it wants to take.
Me: Okay, but I don’t even know how to do this.
Wisest-me: You don’t have to know yet. That’s not the point of wishing, babe. The point of wishing is to reveal your yes, let it be named with love, while creating the safest possible environment in which to want what you want.
Me: I really want a solution though. I feel impatient.
Wisest-me: I get that. It will be here. For now, commit to the wish and the wishing. This is a wish about Legacy, and making sure you have the resources to document your legacy is part of the beautiful glow-spark of the wish!

What else do I find inside my wish?

Hopefulness.
Receptivity.
Spark.
Excitement.

An overflowing thank you heart for the magnificence of all of it: everything that has come through me so far, all the incredible people who are here to play and celebrate with me. I cannot thank you enough, everyone who has given something to the cause. I have been crying all weekend with amazement about how many people care.

Looking forward to Six Month (Virtual) Rally/Retreat, even if monsters are doubtful about whether this can buy enough time for the mission of Legacy. I am excited about everything I am currently writing, the gallery, positive change.

I want to trust that clarity is enough, and that whatever emerges from this wish will be so beautiful, so right, and, like every other wish I have wished here in all these years of wishing, it will point me with love to the next step.

Anything else about my wish?

It feels almost unbearably vulnerable
(which, hey, that’s how wishes work sometimes)
to share about this at all
I don’t know what else I want to make safety around it
or what I want to do with this wish.

Other than wish it and
release it into the world.

382 weeks.

That is how long I have been writing weekly wishes here.

They have all come true in some form,
because they are true,
because they launch me towards my truth,
and because I do not ask for candyland bullshit,
my ask is always about process and discovery,
learning about my relationship with the essence of what I want,
calling in the qualities that will help me embody it.

One day, maybe as part of the work of legacy,
I will revisit all the past wishes and
see just how much love-joy-magic-power they have glowed into the world.

Thank you, me-who-wished.

Thank you, everyone who glows wishes with me, and thank you for the way we celebrate our wishes together, welcoming them and each other, it is a beautiful thing, and I am glad for it.

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

the week of waves of wonder

Friday chicken

Reflecting on both the hard and the good in the week that was…

This is week 432 of this ritual, and so we chicken.

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

Each day before I start work, I ask a question and direct it at three aspects of myself that I don’t know that well yet. Sometimes it is as simple as “tell me what you think I should know”.

It is very grounding, often surprising, and I find that I am more focused.

Breathing for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  • Mouse in motorhome. Just one guy. Actually it is two mice. They are unbelievably cute and I want them to leave. Breathing for peaceful exits.
  • Working way too many hours, too much sitting/concentrating, not enough air and stars. Breathing for this.
  • Website was down for just about twenty four hours. Nothing but bad news (and expensive news) while trying to get it back up. Breathing.
  • After working ass off on The New Plan for the past few weeks, realizing that we can’t actually make it happen without immediate help to get through crisis. Breathing for clarity and trust-love.
  • Having to ask for help, my least favorite thing in the entire world. Breathing comfort and reassurance.
  • Catching myself doing so much pre-emptive placating, reassuring and hand-holding, having to remind myself to cut that out because that all falls into the category of caretaking and WUSIT (What Unsovereign Shit Is This). Remembering that I no longer work for Tantrum Prevention Incorporated, but bracing for that anyway, lots of stuff from then. Breathing the reminder that Now Is Not Then, and we are fierce powerful panthers, amen.
  • My big wish-desire still scares me way too much. Breathing trust and patience.
  • Ugh do not want to get the kind of jobs that I need to get, even though I would be very good at them. Breathing for surprise perfect solutions that are so beautiful I clap my hands in delight.
  • 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!

  • Back in the wilderness under the stars, it is so gorgeous here. Breathing thank you.
  • Not only am I sleeping again, but also no longer having regular nightmares. Breathing thankfulness.
  • Misunderstanding from last week sorted with ease and grace, happy to have friend back in my life. Breath of appreciation.
  • Playfulness and joy and silliness and gleeful giddy wonder and grand adventures and big ideas and fun collaborations and so much play. Breathing happiness.
  • Getting so much done. Breathing for magic.
  • I was brave and asked for help, and am overwhelmed by the outpouring of love from people all over the world. Breathing gratitude for this reminder that I am not alone and this work is so deeply loved, thank you.
  • Discovered a path from the pain of I Can’t Fix This to the amazing (and surprisingly blissful) superpower of I Am Completely Peaceful And Can Let The Audience Decide. Amazing. Breathing steadiness and grace.
  • I like being in one place — for now! I like being here — for now! I like the sun and the long meandering dirt road walks and the dusting of snow on the mountains and the cafe where I work! And watching So You Think You Can Dance and crying because the routines are so incredible. Breathing and smiling.
  • Cubs won the world series!!!!! Who ever thought that would happen in our lifetime? Take that, curses and hexes and long runs of bad luck. Breathing so much delight.
  • Big dreamy ideas and wishes, getting to know them, getting to know the me who believes they are possible. Breathing joy.
  • Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of sleeping in, Agent Sloan offering to go on a secret mission for me, old friends returning, all the best clues, enchiladas with the cowboy, starting a dance crew in my mind. 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 the power of Effortlessly Grounded in Panther Powers as well as People Rejoice With Me, and all the powers of the beautiful wind-blowing spirit emoji blessing my trajectory and my sails with love. Totally happened.

Now I am asking for surprise perfect solutions that are so beautiful I clap my hands in delight. I want lots of these! I want to be able to see them and recognize them! I want to rejoice in them! I want to explore new doors with curiosity and delight, and all the best companions.

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.

Shabbat shalom.

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!

Moment of truth. Let’s ring the bells.

Hey we have a gorgeous new website!

Click through to the post if you’re reading this by email. And read the new front page too…

Are we doing this? Moment of truth. And bells.

months-November-VPA-2016
This week’s wish began as a wish about Legacy and became a wish of What Do I Want To Echo. But then something happened and I had to scrap it, and now it is a wish about the next few days and ringing truth-bells.

Interestingly, this is the month of Echoing with the superpower of — get this — being a bell, and here is my chance to practice.

Right on time.

What do I know about moment of truth and ringing this bell?

Do you want the short version or the long version? I don’t know which one I want to write.

To be honest, I think I’d prefer to not need to share any of this, but here we are.

Wisest quiet me says: Speak truth and be heard, be a bell, trust that it is the time to ring all the bells and let them echo.

The truth bell version.

(0) But first, we breathe!

Breathing here for the vulnerability of it all. Breathing receptivity, ease, intention, honesty, clarity, surrender, opening, presence. I am here. And: I am here for this.

Breathing for meeting this moment. Breathing for trusting life.

(1) In six days, we are out of options.

In six days, on November 8, we have to make our yearly payment of $1300 for our shopping cart/list system, and we don’t have it. We don’t have anything, actually.

So either we bring in (or otherwise come up with) that sum right now, or the lights go out in the gallery. For a while or for longer than a while or I don’t know.

Yes, that’s the annual fee, and yes, it is a lot, and no, we haven’t found a viable alternative (yes, we could use MailChimp but that still comes to nearly a thousand dollars a year except we wouldn’t have the shopping cart functionality). Yes, we could just give up on having a shopping cart and a list altogether, but I am not all that clear on how that would work.

(2) It’s not just that.

Yesterday the gorgeous new website (which I also have not paid for yet because my incredible designer is the biggest fan of my work and trusts that I am the right horse to bet on) was down for an entire day because our old tired server can’t keep up, and hey, now we need to pay twice as much for hosting.

To be even more painfully truthful, I haven’t paid him in over a year, and it’s been a few years now since I regularly paid myself enough to live on. Most of the people who help out in the business volunteer their time, just like I volunteer mine, because they love this work, and me, and they believe in the mission. They trust (as I do) that we will all be compensated in good time.

That is really beautiful — I am endlessly grateful, and this trust is treasure, and also it sucks. It isn’t okay.

That isn’t what I want to model in the world. What I want to model in the world is something glowing and beautiful and sustainable. Right now we work hard and make beautiful, amazing, vitally important things, but that isn’t enough.

I honestly don’t know if sustainable exists but I want to find out. I want to be able to find out. If we figure out a way to keep the lights on in the gallery for 2017, that will be my project.

(3) I genuinely want to find out what sustainable looks like.

Sustainable to me means:

+ Havi doesn’t get burnt out/isn’t perpetuating a state of burnout
+ generating enough income to live on* and to easily cover the costs of running a business
+ I am able to pay everyone in my business, including me, for their time and hard work
+ the business does not rely on personal debt, no more floating the operation from my own now-depleted resources
+ a business that is peaceful, good for the world, a source of sustenance and joy
+ powered by integrity and love-more-trust-more
+ everyone who finds us breathes a little deeper, we all take better care of ourselves
+ something I feel comfortable modeling (not something I would talk someone else out of trying)

* For clarity: I suspect sustainable for me works out to a lot less than for most people in my field, given my history. I spent a third of my life in the middle east, living on three dollars an hour minimum wage, and a chunk of my twenties without any home at all. My sense of what is enough skews pretty low, for better and for worse, and I put a premium on things like being able to sleep in and work late. I’d like to have higher expectations, and maybe that’s a good wish for another day, but right now I want enough to not need to wonder if it’s time to shut it down. Lights on as a given.

(Glowing Reassurances)

Whatever happens in the next six days, whether the lights in the gallery stay on or have to shut off, whichever way the miracles go (because as far as Wisest-Me is concerned, it’s all miracles in all directions), I will deliver everything I have promised to everyone who has already paid for things this year.

There are two more YEARbooks in progress, nearly completed. The Path of Color aka the monster coloring course is all planned and we’ll send dates soon to everyone who signed up. The Six Month Online Rally/Retreat will still be happening.

So let’s breathe for that. Nothing to worry about. There never is.
All is and and will be well, however it turns out.

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What is interesting about vulnerability?

Whether lights stay on or lights go off, I’m not the one who can determine that, and I cannot even tell you how deeply disconcerting this feels.

For the first time in the past twelve years of doing this, that decision is not up to me because I don’t have the resources to decide.

I’ve spent the past few months exploring all possible variations of the ultimate big question, a la The Clash — should I stay or should I go?! —and yet, here we are in this moment of deciding, and it turns out it’s not me who decides.

Either the funds will show up or they won’t.

I guess in that sense, my decision is a yes. I want to stay, but only if it is possible. And that part isn’t in my hands.

Can I find peacefulness in not having a say? What would that be like?

Mmmmmm, it’s a bit like the show So You Think You Can Dance, when the audience votes for which dancers get to stay on the show.

It’s a funny situation, really. They’re all phenomenally talented dancers at the peak of their ability. Some have to go. And the judges (the ones with the magic vision who can see the nuances of technique) don’t get to weigh in until the audience has spoken first about what they feel, what they love.

I can experience this lack of control as terrifying, but I can also let this be a relief.

Superpower of hey, it’s up to the audience now. Nothing more to do here except ring the bell of asking, and ask. And receive whatever results from that or doesn’t as a gift.

Whatever happens next will decide for me, because there isn’t anything else I can do.

What if I can let that be a beautiful form of freedom and enjoy not being in charge?

What do I want?

I want sustainable. I honestly don’t know if that is even possible, but I want to explore.

I want harmoniousness and congruence and entirely new levels of wild trust. I want to walk through whichever door shows up, trusting that it is the just-right door.

And I want the superpowers of: Echoing. Calm. Steady and powerful in panther mode. Rays of Light. I Am Able To See The Opportunity/Treasure In This. Honesty. Clarity. No More Putting Up With Unsustainable Situations. It’s Out Of My Hands. Landing On Feet. Beautiful ease-filled solutions that make me clap my hands with delight. Wild and Witchy. Peaceful heart.

Reverberating. Grace.

The mea culpa section.

Monsters want me to list all the ways that I screwed up, to take responsibility for my part in this. So let’s name these.

(I plan to write more about this, that is, about my decisions and about circumstances, sans monsters, because I don’t actually believe in screwups, in Love Letter To A Museum Dreamer, which you can read here later if we stay open.)

  1. When the business was doing well, that is, prior to 2012 when it all came crashing down, I could have paid myself and put funds aside as a cushion instead of putting everything back into the business. I also could have chosen not to expand the retreat center when we had the opportunity. I took a risk because I wanted to be able to make the work more accessible and reach more people (and offer lower prices), and it bombed. We couldn’t make the larger space work, and every penny we made over the next three years went to overhead. Wrong move? Sure. However, I see how it came from my good heart, and so I glow love to past-me for wanting to do what she thought was right.
  2. I could have saved everyone a lot of pain by getting things in writing, so, for example, when my mentor changed his position on everything he had ever said and wanted to sue me for doing what I thought he wanted, I could have said hey let’s look at paragraph three. I wouldn’t have ended up in the awful helpless position of not being able to stand up for my students or my work, knowing anything I could possibly say in our defense would end up being used against me. I can think of about twenty other examples of Get It In Writing. Lesson learned, I hope.
  3. Shmita. Here I am disagreement with the monster crew. Taking sabbatical time when I did, when my body was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion and burnout, is by far the best possible thing I could have done for myself, and I do not regret it. A completely transformative experience. However, it did involve shutting down our primary income streams while I was in recovery mode, and I no longer have it in me to be in teacher mode because I no longer believe that’s the right way. I need more time to figure out an alternative, and, as mentioned, we are out of time. So there’s that. That’s on me.

What else do I want?

I want to not have to do this again.

I feel so much joy that there are people who want to help, and I also don’t like asking people to keep us afloat in an emergency. I don’t want to be at the edge.

I want a way to live (and a place to live) that doesn’t depend on having to ask for help keeping the lights on. A foundation for me so that I can do my best writing and teaching-without-teaching, and share the full body of work, without constantly dealing with how to keep the place up and running.

So, one example, if I had the funds to finish my basement, I could possibly turn it into a rental and I would consider that a sustainable solution even if not a plentiful one. External resources that mean not having to scramble, or panic about server hosting costs going up. I want that.

And I want people reading and playing here. Both because I want the work of self-fluency to reach a much broader audience, and because people often write to us and say they’d be glad to pay ten dollars a month or whatever for this space, which is so sweet but that really only becomes a viable option when we’re talking about a much larger group of playmates.

And? I want to preserve the freedom to write what I want to write, as it comes through me, trusting my instincts and trusting flow.

States of…

Vulnerability, state of. Perceived Emergency, state of. Peacefulness, state of.

And, also: Bell state. The state of being a bell. Resonance. Echoing and reverberating. Clarity. Truth love.

I am thinking about bridging between states, and what this means.

Sometimes I imagine opening a Metaphorical Travel Agency. I want to take you to all my favorite places, taking us through the qualities of these places which live in the names.

I have been through Bliss and Starlight (actual places), and now I want us to visit New Hope.

What pathways do I want to traverse in my bell state as we cross states? From emergency (perceived emergency) to emergence to new hope to starlight to bliss, and then to whatever lies beyond that starlit bliss of self-renewing hope?

These are the kinds of questions that I explore in my writing and weekly wishes, these are the questions I want to continue to visit, that for me is one piece of keeping the lights on.

Let’s apply self-fluency, like we do.

Here’s my part: Getting quiet. Turning inward. Skipping stones. Consulting my wisest selves and Incoming me. Being present. Open heart. Grace state. Bell resonance. Being as true to myself as I know how. Echoing and reverberating. Asking for help.

Here’s your part: You decide. I trust you. I love you, whatever comes of this. Vote.

We are out of time. Do the lights stay on?

It’s been a few years now since the museum business adequately covered all expenses, and we muddled through okay, but now we are past the point where that’s an option, so here we are, moment of truth.

Is it scary to let the audience decide? Of course. But it’s also okay. I’m not worried either way. This entire experience has been full of magic for me. Do I hope for more? Of course. But mainly I am trusting that whatever comes next will be just right.

Here’s how you vote. You can give us money and get stuff in return, or you can give us money as a thank you for everything that has been and is and may be, and expect nothing in return. Either of those work for us!

First option: If we raise enough funds to keep this going, here’s what will happen: I’ll spend 2017 figuring out if/how sustainable business works. Those of you who join the six month rally at the Secret Door Society will get to watch that process and maybe think through things with me if you want. I will keep exploring wishes here.

Second option: Not enough funds. In that case, I will get another job or three, and it will look like this: yes to the six month rally at secret door society for Friends of the Museum, yes to what I have already promised, no to the blog, no to everything else, because there won’t be time to do any of it.

Third option: Should we make more than enough funds to solve this, then I can do this full time. The blog will stay. I will write posts about all the stuff I want to write about. Exciting things will be happening. Big wild exploration.

Here’s the situation. November 8 is when we have to either pull the plug or go forward (again, either way we will deliver everything we’ve promised plus the Secret Door Society), but it takes a few days for funds to actually arrive in our account. So if your vote is for yes let’s stay open, then help us out now if you can.

WHERE TO GO & WHAT TO DO

If you want to join the Friends of the Museum, go here.

If you want to either buy past products or toss some money our way as a thank you for nearly twelve years and seventeen hundred posts and thirty four thousand comments and to keep this beautiful space going, you can do that on the foundation page.

Bells, wishes, doors.

Calling on all the superpowers of (perceived) crisis into door, the superpower of beautiful solutions, the superpower of welcoming the moment that is a door.

Agreeing to let perceived crisis slide into that category of good things that are not immediately recognizable as good things at the time. Which is probably most things.

And we are not in any way required to recognize them as good things, that is not necessary, because forcing ourselves to find the good inside of a moment of hard is not compassionate. Compassion is letting the hard thing be hard. Once we’ve done that, the good will reveal itself in right timing anyway.

I trust this and I trust us, and I am ready for whatever happens or does not happen. That is how echoing works.

last week’s wishes

last-week-me wished a wish called say what you want to say, and much to my surprise I am saying things I did not want to say, but it is the time to say them, and so in that sense, it was a very powerful wish indeed.

thank you, me who wished

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

The Fluent Self