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.
chicken is swingin' in the rain
Hello, week: we are here.
It is a Sunday chicken because I moved this weekend and didn’t have access to internet, and also because all timing is right timing. Hi. It always feels so good to get here.
{a breath for being here when we get here}
Thank you, week!
This is the 405th week in a row we are chickening here together!

What worked this week?
Acknowledgement and legitimacy. Hard things are allowed to be hard! Even if I am 99% sure they’re for the best, and even if they’re secretly what I want. That doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. I am allowed to cry over really, really good things too.
Permission to be having a rough time about the fact that I’m having a rough time when I’m having a rough time. Permission to be.
Next time I might…
I want to remember that when Now is reminding me intensely of Then, it’s not because now is actually the same is then. Nope. Now Is Not Then.
But I can imagine that this achingly familiar feeling means I’m getting an opportunity for a do-over.
So I might get lost in ptsd flashbacks, sure, but I can still commit to doing one thing differently. Any tiny little thing. It counts.
And anything at all that I do differently (including just noticing how much now is reminding me of then while whispering to myself that now is not then) — this is changing the video game.
No matter how I do this do-over, I’m doing it differently just through noticing.
Naming the days.
This week was the week of Crown On and Do Less, and here were the days:
New stories. Smiles for days. Rolling with it. Step one. Laser beams. Rooted in sweetness. Regrounded.
Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…
Dramatic grey-blue eyeliner will probably make everything better. The Havi Brooks story.

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Sitting on a swing in the park in the pouring rain and feeling intensely lonely. A breath for this moment.
- Didn’t go dancing this week. Didn’t practice dance. Didn’t even want to think about dance. It’s like I feel so intensely passionately about it that I can’t go near it. A breath.
- I said goodbye to my home of the past 7.5 years. It was right. It was hard. A breath for doors.
- Sometimes I wonder if I’m being secretly filmed for a documentary about street harassment and the different forms it takes. This week ran the gamut from someone screaming at me about how they want me to die (they literally spelled it out: D-I-E! You dumb bitch, you need to DIE!”) to a polite creep in the park (“excuse me miss, you have a great ass”). I want out. A breath for safety.
- Things take as long as they take, and that is how it is. Worrying about logistics is a hilarious waste of time and energy, and that is how it is. Remembering these two very true things is sometimes easier for me these days, but sometimes I forget. A breath.
- An intense experience of Now Reminding Me Of Then, in a perfect storm of events that replicated an experience from thirteen years ago, including being “between homes”, a friend getting mad at me for [same bizarre unexpected thing as then], slicing my foot open when it got caught in a grate on the sidewalk as someone stepped in my path and I side-stepped, just like then, dropping my phone and breaking it just like then, and I don’t know what happened exactly because of course none of the actually bad things from then are happening now, but it was enough déjà vu, too many too-familiar things in a row, I was already back in the head space of then. So suddenly there I was in the too-hot sun: dehydrated and lost, sobbing and hyperventilating, in so much pain, and it felt exactly like then, except obviously then was so much worse, and I knew it wasn’t then, but there was a me who thought it was. A breath for past-me who went through hell to make sure we’d never go through that again, and we are safe now, but oh wow the memories.
- Time to let go of stories that are not true. This is big work. A breath for courage.
- 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.
8 breaths for the good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- Sitting on a swing in the park in the pouring rain, barefoot and alive. Yes, I don’t have anyone to play with, but I have all my wild selves, and Incoming me, and all the past versions of me to love and care for, and I am free, and this is beautiful. A breath for freedom.
- Freedom and Passages were the theme of the week, with passover and moving out and full moon and earth day and paying off an old debt. A breath for doors.
- I am rewriting the stories. I am trusting each moment of being Redirected. My monsters are trying so hard to play their favorite game aka “You Are Failing At Life”, and for the first time ever, it is just one hundred percent not working, and I am having entire days when I am able to believe that all is good and trust in right timing, and be Marvelously Blasé about everything, and it is amazing. A thing happened that happens every few years and brings about intense shame and agony, and this time I was just like, “okay, this happened and I can take care of myself, nothing is wrong”, and that is exactly what happened. A breath of thankfulness.
- Intense sweetness from far away. I am trusting love. A breath in my heart.
- Many beautiful things happened this week. I am sleeping again. A lost friend came back and we sat on the porch swing and solved everything through writing haiku. There was bourbon. There were imaginary laser beams from the tips of my toes. I mostly felt good about life this week. A breath of joy and gratitude.
- A series of middle-of-the-night epiphanies, clear instructions from wise incoming-me, beautiful realizations, useful intel. A breath of appreciation.
- I am on an exciting adventure, and, more importantly, I am able to experience it as an exciting adventure rather than a repeat of the worst time in my life. A breath of thankfulness.
- Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of insight, far-away friends who love me, close-by friends who offer help when I need it most, a really good plumber (not a metaphor, not a proxy), and things that are not exactly chocolate but enough like chocolate to make everything better. Everything is okay and so much is good. 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.

Sparklepoints, superpowers, salve, fake band of the week!
Current ops and forward movement!
In progress: the Studio Op, The Fountaining, Wild Wild Nest, Operation Jubilation. Wild Montage and The Wild Convening are percolating. Thank you, fractal flowers.
Superpowers I had this week…
Last week I asked for the powers of Equanimity, Motivation Returns, and some seriously Coen Brothers levels of exuberant, zany deus ex machina solutions to everything that needs solving. And actually I had some of all of that.
Powers I want.
The powers of boldly striding through the Door of X (yes, X is for mystery and also for kisses) with self-assurance and panache, ready for the wild adventure.
The Salve of Extra Panache.
This salve is made up of equal parts courage, confidence and style. It touches your skin and you forget to judge yourself. You forget how to judge yourself. You forget why that was ever a thing you did. You just do whatever it is you most feel like doing in this moment, maybe with reckless abandon, maybe with an easy smile. There it is, you now have extra panache!
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This week’s band:
Urgent Nap
Their latest album is Desire In The Flood Times, and this band is just one guy.

Announcement time….
More to come soon, but I left the monster manual in the place that used to be the the shop. So if you missed the closing of the shop, there is still something beautiful for you!

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!
chicken is swingin’ in the rain
Hello, week: we are here.
It is a Sunday chicken because I moved this weekend and didn’t have access to internet, and also because all timing is right timing. Hi. It always feels so good to get here.
{a breath for being here when we get here}
Thank you, week!
This is the 405th week in a row we are chickening here together!

What worked this week?
Acknowledgement and legitimacy. Hard things are allowed to be hard! Even if I am 99% sure they’re for the best, and even if they’re secretly what I want. That doesn’t mean it isn’t hard. I am allowed to cry over really, really good things too.
Permission to be having a rough time about the fact that I’m having a rough time when I’m having a rough time. Permission to be.
Next time I might…
I want to remember that when Now is reminding me intensely of Then, it’s not because now is actually the same is then. Nope. Now Is Not Then.
But I can imagine that this achingly familiar feeling means I’m getting an opportunity for a do-over.
So I might get lost in ptsd flashbacks, sure, but I can still commit to doing one thing differently. Any tiny little thing. It counts.
And anything at all that I do differently (including just noticing how much now is reminding me of then while whispering to myself that now is not then) — this is changing the video game.
No matter how I do this do-over, I’m doing it differently just through noticing.
Naming the days.
This week was the week of Crown On and Do Less, and here were the days:
New stories. Smiles for days. Rolling with it. Step one. Laser beams. Rooted in sweetness. Regrounded.
Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…
Dramatic grey-blue eyeliner will probably make everything better. The Havi Brooks story.

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- Sitting on a swing in the park in the pouring rain and feeling intensely lonely. A breath for this moment.
- Didn’t go dancing this week. Didn’t practice dance. Didn’t even want to think about dance. It’s like I feel so intensely passionately about it that I can’t go near it. A breath.
- I said goodbye to my home of the past 7.5 years. It was right. It was hard. A breath for doors.
- Sometimes I wonder if I’m being secretly filmed for a documentary about street harassment and the different forms it takes. This week ran the gamut from someone screaming at me about how they want me to die (they literally spelled it out: D-I-E! You dumb bitch, you need to DIE!”) to a polite creep in the park (“excuse me miss, you have a great ass”). I want out. A breath for safety.
- Things take as long as they take, and that is how it is. Worrying about logistics is a hilarious waste of time and energy, and that is how it is. Remembering these two very true things is sometimes easier for me these days, but sometimes I forget. A breath.
- An intense experience of Now Reminding Me Of Then, in a perfect storm of events that replicated an experience from thirteen years ago, including being “between homes”, a friend getting mad at me for [same bizarre unexpected thing as then], slicing my foot open when it got caught in a grate on the sidewalk as someone stepped in my path and I side-stepped, just like then, dropping my phone and breaking it just like then, and I don’t know what happened exactly because of course none of the actually bad things from then are happening now, but it was enough déjà vu, too many too-familiar things in a row, I was already back in the head space of then. So suddenly there I was in the too-hot sun: dehydrated and lost, sobbing and hyperventilating, in so much pain, and it felt exactly like then, except obviously then was so much worse, and I knew it wasn’t then, but there was a me who thought it was. A breath for past-me who went through hell to make sure we’d never go through that again, and we are safe now, but oh wow the memories.
- Time to let go of stories that are not true. This is big work. A breath for courage.
- 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.
8 breaths for the good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- Sitting on a swing in the park in the pouring rain, barefoot and alive. Yes, I don’t have anyone to play with, but I have all my wild selves, and Incoming me, and all the past versions of me to love and care for, and I am free, and this is beautiful. A breath for freedom.
- Freedom and Passages were the theme of the week, with passover and moving out and full moon and earth day and paying off an old debt. A breath for doors.
- I am rewriting the stories. I am trusting each moment of being Redirected. My monsters are trying so hard to play their favorite game aka “You Are Failing At Life”, and for the first time ever, it is just one hundred percent not working, and I am having entire days when I am able to believe that all is good and trust in right timing, and be Marvelously Blasé about everything, and it is amazing. A thing happened that happens every few years and brings about intense shame and agony, and this time I was just like, “okay, this happened and I can take care of myself, nothing is wrong”, and that is exactly what happened. A breath of thankfulness.
- Intense sweetness from far away. I am trusting love. A breath in my heart.
- Many beautiful things happened this week. I am sleeping again. A lost friend came back and we sat on the porch swing and solved everything through writing haiku. There was bourbon. There were imaginary laser beams from the tips of my toes. I mostly felt good about life this week. A breath of joy and gratitude.
- A series of middle-of-the-night epiphanies, clear instructions from wise incoming-me, beautiful realizations, useful intel. A breath of appreciation.
- I am on an exciting adventure, and, more importantly, I am able to experience it as an exciting adventure rather than a repeat of the worst time in my life. A breath of thankfulness.
- Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of insight, far-away friends who love me, close-by friends who offer help when I need it most, a really good plumber (not a metaphor, not a proxy), and things that are not exactly chocolate but enough like chocolate to make everything better. Everything is okay and so much is good. 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.

Sparklepoints, superpowers, salve, fake band of the week!
Current ops and forward movement!
In progress: the Studio Op, The Fountaining, Wild Wild Nest, Operation Jubilation. Wild Montage and The Wild Convening are percolating. Thank you, fractal flowers.
Superpowers I had this week…
Last week I asked for the powers of Equanimity, Motivation Returns, and some seriously Coen Brothers levels of exuberant, zany deus ex machina solutions to everything that needs solving. And actually I had some of all of that.
Powers I want.
The powers of boldly striding through the Door of X (yes, X is for mystery and also for kisses) with self-assurance and panache, ready for the wild adventure.
The Salve of Extra Panache.
This salve is made up of equal parts courage, confidence and style. It touches your skin and you forget to judge yourself. You forget how to judge yourself. You forget why that was ever a thing you did. You just do whatever it is you most feel like doing in this moment, maybe with reckless abandon, maybe with an easy smile. There it is, you now have extra panache!
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This week’s band:
Urgent Nap
Their latest album is Desire In The Flood Times, and this band is just one guy.

Announcement time….
More to come soon, but I left the monster manual in the place that used to be the the shop. So if you missed the closing of the shop, there is still something beautiful for you!

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!
crown on / do less

the point isn’t getting my wish (though cool things have emerged from wishing), it’s learning about my relationship with wanting, accessing the qualities…
wanting can be hard, it is easy to feel conflicted about it, and the reasons for that make this a surprisingly subversive practice…
this is the 355th consecutive week of wishing, come play!

sparks
I found myself lurching awake at 3am
with one of those world-shattering, blindingly brilliant epiphanies
the kind you know is the answer
you weren’t even seeking
to [life, the universe and everything]
though you also suspect as you frantically scribble it down
this achingly important message might not make sense later
and even if it does, well, safe to bet
you won’t be sufficiently impressed
reverberation
it’s the meaning of the words, the full-body reverberation of them
not the words themselves
but 3am-me knew that nothing could ever be more true
or more vital than these two words taken together:
DO LESS
there is no other answer
because that’s the answer
but can you sustain the charge of that moment of knowing
crown on and do less
my theme over the past week has been CROWN ON
a la Wayne and Garth: “Game On!”
the work of CROWN ON is equal parts useful and challenging
and once I started playing with this
I was immediately rewarded (ha) with
every possible opportunity to practice
because that’s how these things go
a small example
last week while doing some congruencing here
I came across an old FAQ page from maybe seven years ago
past-me had written the longest answer
to the people who ask us to remove or edit comments they’ve left here
about why we don’t do that
the explanation was warm and compassionate, written with so much love
and yet I unhesitatingly deleted the whole thing
because I remembered something that past-me didn’t trust yet
that the best answer to everything is pause-and-breathe,
trust people enough to let them resolve their stuff on their own,
and anyway, not everything requires a response
reminders
I love these reminders showing up everywhere in my life right now
helping me see something I did not realize before:
crown-on and do-less like to play together!
in fact they’re probably
skipping through the park right now
holding hands and laughing
pausing to admire the rainbow that visits the fountain
What do I know about Do Less?
it doesn’t come naturally (to me)
my mind requires steady practice to choose towards less
or even to remember that doing less is an option
it is amazing how many problems and challenges don’t need solving
if you just wait 48 hours
about 70% of our incoming emails are questions that
don’t need to be answered
I learned this years ago on a teaching trip to Berlin
the time difference solved all challenges each night
giving people time to answer their own questions while I slept
by the time I got around to them, there was nothing left to do
what if there is nothing that needs to be done
what if this is true in more situations than I think
I mean, very rarely is it necessary to take action
and the less I try to solve/fix/respond/smooth-things-over
the more powerful it is when I do take a stand in a moment that demands it
see? I wished my wish, did nothing, and here’s the solution
the superpowers of less
do less is a marvelous way to practice sovereignty (crown on!)
because it combines the superpowers of
Love-More Trust-More (and trust love more!)
What If We Just Let This Situation Gracefully Resolve Itself
I Remember To Pause And Breathe
There Are So Many Ways This Could Work Out Without My Input
Look At Me Caring For The Beautiful Boundaries Of My Internal Kingdom
doing as much less as possible
is a wonderful way to challenge the rigging of the rigged game
but the rigging is also why
the practice of do less is so fraught
(let’s talk about rigging)
a commitment to live by Do Less
or even to explore living by Do Less
— even just whispering about this wish —
is vulnerable, intense,
and slightly-to-very terrifying
not only because it sets off the internal monster brigades
but especially when we remember that the rigged game rewards
a culture of do more
the rigged game is the inculcated mindset of
you are never doing enough
(because you are not enough)
(that’s what you’re supposed to think)
busy
believing you are not enough, that’s what ensures you’ll be
too busy to rebel
too busy working your ass off
trying to achieve the unachievable
without even questioning whether or not it is your whispered heart-yes
to begin with
or you’ll give up on yourself,
thinking you’re failing at life
because the mechanisms of the rigged game
are so well disguised
we can’t even see that “winning” wasn’t an option to begin with
in order to illuminate the illusion we have to shine our own light
to shine with clarity and intention requires spaciousness and quiet
to claim more spaciousness and quiet for ourselves, we need to do less
no wonder culture wants to keep us busy and uncomfortable in our skin
horizon
it serves the rigged game
that we are constantly striving and never pausing to examine why
it serves the rigged game when we push and when we
chastise ourselves for
not pushing more or “enough”
and of course often there are real life consequences
to not demonstrating that we too are push-push-pushing like everyone else
still, it’s amazing, really, if you stop long enough to think about it
look at us chasing what we think are goals ahead of us
when it’s only horizon
horizon doing what horizon does best
hinting at a possibility of arriving
a gorgeous illusion
the rigged game depends on us believing that we can get there
if we just push more and harder
and we want to believe that if only we weren’t dealing with
[Situation X] or [Illness/Impairment Y] or [Interpersonal Relationship Z]
then sure we could just make it all happen
inbox zero and
spotless apartment and
a body that is more [this] and less [that]
on and on
trapped in comparison
as if there is some imaginary happier perfect version of us
living in some ludicrous impossible pinterest-instagram scenario
the kind where people with suspiciously great hair
lounge on suspiciously white sofas
mysteriously never spilling wine
on their perfectly tailored white garments
you guys, it’s a trap
what do I know
(1) there is always a Situation X at hand, that’s how life works
(2) all these things we are brainwashed to think are
both desirable and attainable
(if only we just keep pushing)
aren’t even necessarily things we want or need
even if they were achievable which, I mean, who knows,
but the game keeps us too busy to check in and find out
(3) as Orna says, everything that is against me is illusion
in yoga we call this maya, the thing that keeps us from seeing truth
(3.5) illusion is very compelling
(4) to release distortions and the untrue stories I habitually tell myself until they become the filters for all experience, I need to get quiet, turn inward, come home to breath and heartbeat and source-love
(5) so we’re back to less doing, more being
less striving, more allowing
less judgment, more curiosity
let’s eat pie
last night my friend the arborist texted me:
“today was a good day, as always, trusting, waiting,
wanting everything and expecting nothing, I could eat a pie”
this is what I want:
Wanting Everything While Expecting Nothing
Wanting Everything And Doing (Glorious Brave Intentional) Nothing
There Is Nothing To Solve
Nothing More Needs To Be Done
Trust And Wait and Do Nothing And Eat Pie
this is the spirit of crown on and do less
the spirit of love more trust more
yes, this is what I want
now
wishing wishes about Do Less, and yet/also:
I have three days to finish vacating my house
and deal with approximately seventy million related and unrelated tasks
so I need to find the peacefulness inside that conundrum
or the not-a-conundrum inside the conundrum
ah yes, everything that is against me is an illusion,
so it follows that there is no conundrum
it is up to me to bring the spirit of Do Less and Crown On into a busy day
not to postpone the wish until I’m “less busy”
(because believing that will happen is the rigged game too)
(and believing that I will be happier when that happens is also rigging)
I have this sweet moment now
to breathe in life and appreciate life
to stroke the beautiful wood grain of this table, let my jaw soften,
welcome myself in this moment
and this is how a moment changes
I do less inside of it
and give myself more
the superpower of beautifully supported

ah here we are in April, the month of ROOTS
and oh how I need this superpower of
Beautifully Supported
thank you, past-me, for being such a good namer and calling this into being
last week’s wishes
last-week-me wished a wish called do-overs forever…
and in a way today’s wish solves the question that troubled me last week, I can do less (wait and trust) and take steps (crown on), and there is no contradiction, because the contradiction was part of the illusion
so here’s to doing wonderful less, and to doing less, wonderfully
all the while full of wonder
invitation: come play with me…
you are invited 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
here’s how we meet each other’s wishes: oh, wow what beautiful wishes
♡
chicken wins at playing chicken
Hello, week: we are here.
{a breath for being here when we get here}
Thank you, week!
This is the 404th week in a row we are chickening here together!

What worked this week?
Pre-emptive celebrations. I’ve noticed that I won’t pause to appreciate what I’ve done in a day until the day is done, and that is silly.
So I began each work day by giving myself credit for everything I did before sitting down to work, no matter how frivolous or wrong my monsters said these were.
[For the record, they also say it’s frivolous and wrong to pat myself on the back before I’ve done anything that “counts”, but they are slowly coming around because it turns out that actually appreciation is a huge source of motivation for me…]
Here is a sample celebratory list of everything I did before I started doing the things I thought I should be doing. If that makes sense.
- I got out of bed: WHAM BOOM!
- did twenty minutes of stretching and moving: WHAM BOOM!
- let the contractors into the basement: WHAM BOOM!
- read potentially scary update about my taxes: WHAM BOOM!
- found clothes and left the house: WHAM BOOM!
- told twitter about yesterday’s post WHAM BOOM!
- got through an awkward social interaction: WHAM BOOM!
- and probably some other things WHAM BOOM!
Next time I might…
Do less. Give things time to resolve themselves on their own.
Naming the days.
This week was the week of Do-overs Forever, and here were the days:
New day. So this is what “trust love” is like. Incoming me. A beautiful day. Excited and focused. Do Less. I am a genius.
Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…
Not Everything Requires A Response: the Havi Brooks story

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.
- This was seriously the week of Shit Does Not Stop Going Wrong in the most expensive ways. For example, just Monday all by itself was three thousand dollars worth of news I didn’t want, in the form of my laptop suddenly dying followed by the plumber discovering leaks in the pipes followed by an unexpected invoice. Followed by having to take care of a health thing. A breath for ease.
- It was 88 degrees this week (31 degrees celsius) in Portland in April, which is so very distressingly extreme for this season, and I cannot stop thinking about the fact that there are people running for president of this problematic nation who are somehow not agonizing over climate change, and who don’t want to believe that we have caused the planet harm, to put it lightly. A breath.
- The three days of uncomfortable heat translated into flowery sundresses for me instead of my usual layers of black-on-black, and my hair has gotten long because I’ve been busy with other things and have the fastest growing hair in the known universe. Anyway, I’d somehow forgotten just how many social rewards there are for conforming to an external societal ideal of “pretty”, at least when you have certain magic beans of privilege that allow you to play that game. Suddenly everyone I encountered was so warm and welcoming, and every single person I passed smiled at me. I had this moment of ohhhhhh right I never look “girly” (which itself is such a problematic word), and I’d forgotten how much easier it is to just be in the world when what I am presenting makes sense with what most people are trained to prefer to see. And I find everything about this intensely frustrating. I’m grateful for the extra energy/spoons I had this week as a result of being surrounded by people who had instantaneous positive reactions to my presence for no legitimate reason, and also I hate the game, I hate that it exists, I hate that playing it “well” has so many rewards, I hate that it’s set up in such a way that not everyone can join in even if they want to, and that we are all socialized to doubt whether we deserve to play at all while still thinking that we have to. A breath for dissidence.
- Repeat from last week: Not tired at night, very tired by day. And I can’t nap because house is full of contractors making noise, and I want a home that is home for me, and I am tired of being in between. A breath.
- Things that are lukewarm when I want them to be steamy and thrilling. A breath for wanting what I want.
- Not feeling excited or motivated about dance. My favorite blues dance was not fun, skipped west coast entirely because it’s hit or miss, and my confidence is too shaky right now to handle a miss. A breath for trust and for process.
- The guy who thought it was hilarious to aggressively block my path and move back and forth to attempt to prevent me from passing him, while I was en route to the bus. I recognized him from half a block away, not as someone I knew but as a type, from back in my bartending years, the kind who can’t see a woman while around his friends without having to mess with her for their entertainment. He was out of luck, since I had already transitioned into Tel Aviv mode, not breaking course or speed, because Tel Aviv Havi is like, “Okay creep, you wanna play chicken? Get ready to MOVE OUT OF MY WAY or fall on your ass because I am going to plow into you with everything I have, and if I miss my bus because of your bullshit, I will actually destroy you.” He jumped aside at the last second. I was fine in the sense that I didn’t get triggered the way I usually do when men decide to get predatory around me. But I was also not fine in the sense that I did get triggered into being Tel Aviv me for the rest of the day, and Tel Aviv me is bitter, tense, angry, ready for a fight with ANYONE, and extremely wary about getting on a crowded bus. A breath for everything about this.
- 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.
8 breaths for the good, reassuring, delight-filled.
- I’ve been in a weirdly fantastic mood all week. To the point that despite the perfect storm of the aforementioned Shit Does Not Stop Going Wrong combined with lack of sleep, I just feel positive about everything in my life. It’s kind of amazing actually. I wish I could share some of this wild excess of probably completely unjustified hopefulness with you! Will sprinkle some here just in case. I don’t know. Nothing got to me this week even though normally the combination of dead-as-a-doornail computer, thousands of dollars in unanticipated costs, street harassment, delayed plans, AND SO ON ALL WEEK LONG would result in me experiencing this as pretty much the worst week ever. Also it would probably involve some pretty massive meltdowns. But I just felt really peaceful and trusting through all of it. Maybe the superpower I keep wishing for lately of I Have Forgotten How To Worry has kicked in? I am not at all worried about any of the worrisome things, and it is wonderful. A breath of joy and gratitude for this.
- Similarly, I have been Trusting Love (yes, that was my wish), and this is changing things in so many ways. A breath for how remarkable this is.
- I had the superpower of [Luckily, X!] aka What Fantastic Unexpected Luckiness, aka finding the good. For example, forgetting my wallet and phone while running late to an event actually turned out to be the best thing that possibly could have happened instead of being a disaster. A breath of appreciation.
- This week had a surprising amount of unplanned fun in it. While en route from one dance workshop to another dance event, I ran into a waltz buddy of mine and his new girlfriend having tacos and margaritas, and joined them for an hour. Yesterday took myself to see a movie (Hail Caesar!) in the middle of the day. A breath for joy, play, following instinct and desire, and for the pleasure of a gigantic bowl — yes, a bowl — of popcorn.
- This week I was really committed to the parts of life that are important to me, like being a free spirit and following joy and writing the things I want to to write, which is kind of a big deal, since the monster crew is generally pretty strongly opposed to these. A breath for lightness and lighheartedness.
- Brandi Tobias, probably my favorite dance teacher in the world, was in town for the weekend, and I was able to take six whole workshops with her! What unbelievable fortune to live in a city that regularly hosts the great dance minds of our time. A breath of thankfulness.
- I just feel good about life right now, and I don’t know why, and I don’t need to know why. None of the things I would assume would instigate this shift-in-perspective have happened, as far as I can tell, nothing has happened at all. But here it is. A breath of appreciation for life and aliveness.
- Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of the far-away beautiful cowboy whispering sweetness through the ether, waltz brunch, supportive friends, helpful strangers, hilarious coincidences, knowing what I want, a really good last dance (do-overs forever!), tears of joy for Harriet Tubman on the (future) twenty dollar bill. Everything is okay and so much is good. 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.

Sparklepoints, superpowers, salve, fake band of the week!
Current ops and forward movement!
In progress: the Studio Op, The Fountaining, Wild Wild Nest, Operation Jubilation. Wild Montage and The Wild Convening are percolating. Thank you, fractal flowers.
Superpowers I had this week…
Last week I asked for the power of relax-and-trust, and that’s what happened!
Also had the unexpected superpower of I Don’t Have To Wait For The Bus Because Look Here It Is, which included a run of five buses in one complicated trip, and even kept me from getting caught in a giant hailstorm.
Powers I want.
The powers of Equanimity, Motivation Returns, and some seriously Coen Brothers levels of exuberant, zany deus ex machina solutions to everything that needs solving.
The Salve of Relaxed and Positive
This salve shifts perspective so smoothly that you won’t even feel it happening.
Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!
This week’s band:
Legitimate Mouse
Their latest album is Prospective Pastry, and this band is just one guy.

Announcement time….
More to come soon, but I left the monster manual in the place that used to be the the shop. So if you missed the closing of the shop, there is still something beautiful for you!

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!
The superpower of yeah let's do this!
I want to try something with you.
But first I feel drawn to tell you two stories on my mind right now, both from the world of dance, which is where I am when I’m not writing, and also the place where writer-me goes to study voice, trust, patience, lusciousness, and process.
A different way of thinking about imitation.
At a training with Brandi Tobias, world champion dancer.
She watched the room and said, “Okay people, I need you to dance the same pattern again, but this time do your best imitation of how a world champion dancer would dance this pattern.
We did it again. It was better. A remarkable amount of better. The room felt different too, tingly and alive.
She sighed. “I don’t know whether I like this exercise or not. I love watching you guys dance so much better, but honestly it pisses me off to no end that you seem to think you need permission to have confidence in your movement.”
Changing the definition.
I have always thought, without out really thinking about it, that imitation is just never good — it’s not being true to yourself, wanting something that isn’t yours, and so on.
Certainly as a writer, one of my greatest frustrations is when people try to write in my voice instead of being inspired to turn inward and find theirs. Sincerest form of flattery means nothing to me. Things that resonate with truth mean everything to me.
But what if I rewrite the word? What if imitation can also mean granting ourselves permission to glow? In that case, imitation becomes the sincerest form of trying on a glow to see how it transforms a moment…
If that’s true, then people can let go of the need to imitate my voice and instead imitate the trust that it takes to share of yourself in your own way, glow your own glow. Oh, the tingly real magic of that.
Nothing to prove.
At a seminar with Brad Whelan on the Art of Winning (dance competitions).
He told a story about a time he danced very well in a competition and would have made finals (in the top division) but for one point marked down by one judge, who happened to be a good friend of his. So he asked her what he could do differently.
She said, “You were great. It’s just, you were dancing like you were trying to make finals, you weren’t dancing like you thought belonged there.”
That was his turning point, he stopped trying to prove he was good enough and started dancing like he knew he was, and now he always makes finals.
Right now.
One of the things I love about dance — and by “love”, I mean it drives me up the wall, is that yes, you need technique, and yes, you have to develop artistry, but so much of it, maybe even most of it, is just trusting that you are allowed to stop doubting yourself.
Which is not the easiest thing to learn how to do.
But think about the power of this:
Not waiting for Oh Someday In The Distant Future When It’s Been Proven That I’m Amazing And Therefore I’m Finally Allowed To Act Like I Am Relaxed, Positive and Sure Of Myself In Everything I Do.
Just deciding that right now, in this moment, I get to have fun, I get to glow, I get to feel what it’s like to be wildly confident, because that feeling is a good thing for my body to be able to feel.

The superpower of yeah let’s do this.
I’m taking this concept and repurposing it for my L.I.S.T. — my to-do list which is also an acronym for Luscious Intrigue of Secret Treasure.
Let’s imagine that the World Champion of Crossing Shit Off The List (something I generally believe to be overrated but I could really use some of that magic today) is here with us right now.
She says, “Okay people, let’s play with one thing on our list, and let’s do it like we are world champions of crossing shit off, we have all the superpowers needed for this. What does this look like? One thing. How are we going to approach? With style! You’ve got the glow. You’ve got permission (always) to glow. Let’s see how this feels.”
Here are the superpowers we get to have today.
We get to have them because we just do, and also we are imitating them to remind ourselves of what that might feel like….
The superpowers of:
Wonder Focus. I’ve Got This. I Ask The Right Questions. Relaxed and Positive! I Trust Myself More Than I Ever Have Before. World Champion Crosser-Offer! Everything I Do Counts, No Matter What The Monsters Think. Fractal Flowers, baby.

Let’s play in the comments!
Here’s how this is going to work….
- We decide we have the superpowers and we have the glow, or at least we’re imitating them to see what that feels like and how it changes the moment.
- We name some of the things on our L.I.S.T. of things that want to be crossed off or otherwise released.
- We choose one thing to investigate and see what might help move it forward.
- We award ourselves absolutely thrilling over-the-top amounts of sparklepoints for anything and everything!
And then we can check back in, throw some sparklepoints around and apply more superpowers as needed. You can also just say hi, share appreciation and enthusiasm, and of course make up acronyms, because that is the best.
As in all things, permission and legitimacy!
Life is busy and challenging, the game is super rigged, things pretty much always take an entirely different amount of time than anticipated, everything counts. Endless respect (and a billion sparklepoints) to us for getting through the day, however it happens. Everything else is a bonus.

