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.

Solstice wishing / we wish you a merry chrysalis and a happy new year 🎶

solstice light in the high desert, blue sky, open fields, juniper trees, the open road

Solstice light in the high desert: blue sky, open fields, juniper trees, the open road…


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Anyway, you can also still get a copy now, as a thank you when you give any sum to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund, and I hope you enjoy and find lots of clues in there!

Onward

Okay, onward to today’s post, which is about Solstice Wishes, the period of hibernation (for me) that takes me from solstice through to New Year’s, and as ever, an opportunity for me to sing, mostly to myself, but also here:

We wish you a merry chrysalis and a happy new year…🎶

If only because that is running through my head constantly, sorry about that!

Solstice Wishes

Revisiting, again

I revisited a favorite labyrinth for solstice, and I revisited past wishes, past rituals, past stones skipped, for example these solstice stones or these, and appreciated how now is new and different (now is now), and also how it it also remains similar and familiar.

Revisiting and refining. Reconvening and recalibrating.

Appreciating all of it. The circular, spiraling nature of time, here we are again, but it’s different this time…

Or maybe not…

Maybe it doesn’t feel that different this time, or maybe hard to discern, or maybe just barely different enough…

Or: maybe not we’re not appreciating all of it!

Maybe we can appreciate aspects of it, while at the same time noticing the parts where we might be running headlong into old patterns or external perceived expectations or [whatever is going on for us right now].

Good job, on the noticing. Noticing is the real work.

The sweet surprise of a revisit

For winter solstice (or at least it’s the winter one for me here in the northern hemisphere), I reread the piece I wrote six months ago at summer solstice, and much was familiar, and much was already forgotten.

But the way it began really struck me.

I did not remember writing this, but it feels so very appropriate for this moment, right here, right now.

For where I am here, from the place in the year where I am writing to you..

I revisited and was surprised. A surprise revisit: different than a surprise visitor.

Broad into narrow into the broadening again

Broadly, here I am, in the northern hemisphere, winter solstice, the depths of the cold, dark time, cultivating hope sparks, any and all hope sparks, amen v’amen.

And, also, at the same time, zooming in to where I sit, perched on a blue bench in a tiny, tiny house out by the forest in southern New Mexico, looking out the window at my tree friends, imagining you can hear me…

Yes, I want to revisit and repeat that segment, to say those exact words to you (and to myself) again, the words from then, to renew them, like an incantation, like a prayer…

Let’s say it again. I think it needs to be said again. There is something beautiful and surprisingly powerful in the repetition, in the act of renewing. That’s why we revisit.

Quarters, again

I live my life in quarters, reveling in the double meaning that is quarters as living space, sanctuary, shelter, or all of the above, nestled alongside the parallel meaning of quarters as segments of the year, a way to be in relationship with both time and seasonality.

And I love the imagery of quarters as containers for wishing wishes, letting them percolate, all the superpowers of Three Months Later…

Where are we now? YOU ARE HERE.

Take me to my quarters. Am I ready to embark? Not sure. Am I ready to ready myself for the embarking? Yes, let’s find out what is here.

Winter Solstice, 2023

I keep having this sensation or perception that I don’t know where to begin or where to go, but that can’t be true.

It’s far more likely that I know, that the information is here, and I am just hiding it from myself for a while, for [reasons], so I guess let’s start with the animals, speaking of visitors…

The rabbit

A month ago, a beautiful rabbit died next to my house. Just the prettiest rabbit you have ever seen, a white rabbit with soft, soft ears.

The rabbit seemed at peace next to my house. No visible injuries, I do not know what lead to its end, or why it decided that next to my house (and not beneath the porch, where I often see rabbit friends hiding themselves away) was the right place to exit this life.

In a way I almost receive this as a compliment. That is to say, I myself landed here in this peculiar, extraordinarily peaceful spot when that was what I needed. So if this is where peacefulness radiates, of course that’s where our poor sweet rabbit friend would want to be.

But also, at the same time, there’s the more practical concern of hey there’s this half-frozen rabbit corpse next to my house and I don’t love that.

Except I cannot do anything about it because I cannot bend or lift things. One of the many annoying aspects of Long Covid is that these activities make me very dizzy. And it feels unsafe to risk dizziness when I am so isolated.

An elegant simple solution

I was trying not to fret about the rabbit, but also I was fretting about the rabbit.

One day I got a text from a friend I haven’t seen in a few years. He was driving from Iowa to Arizona, in the company of a very sweet dog I know, and wanted to detour my way for afternoon tea.

Of course, I agreed. It is a rare joy for me to have a visitor out in these parts, but also I was worried the dog might want to investigate the rabbit situation.

As it happened, she was entirely unconcerned by the rabbit or anything else, and remained gloriously unbothered, my favorite superpower and one I want for myself. My friend got the shovel from the shed, and slid it gently beneath the rabbit who fit perfectly inside it.

“What a pretty rabbit,” he said. And took the rabbit into the big field and there we said a goodbye. Goodbye, rabbit friend. Safe travels. An easy passage.

The rat collective

The State of New Mexico mailed my car registration for the coming year, so I applied the new sticker and went to put the paperwork in the glove compartment.

Inside the glove compartment was an enormous rat nest, taking up the entire available space. Which is a good reminder to me to open it more often, I guess.

Apparently they know all the other places I look, and that’s why they’re there.

I removed the nest, and deep cleaned the glove compartment, and also wiped it down with lemongrass oil, just to let them know that they have a worthy enemy in me.

My friends all said variations on, “ew I could never”, and honestly that’s not even the grossest thing I’ve removed from my car, I wouldn’t even put it in the top five. But it’s nice when other people think you are brave, even when you can’t appreciate it.

The javelina

An absolute unit of a javelina came to visit me this month, I’ve never seen one alone before.

Usually you see a family, traipsing across the street in a line, or enthusiastically knocking down trash bins if you’re in a city.

They are extremely smart, and also matriarchal, which is cool, and known to strike terror in the hearts of Texans and small dogs, but this one seemed very chill.

Very, very chill. The javelina just hung out by my fence and grazed, did not seem to mind anything at all, and then casually loped off after about half an hour.

An odd omen for an omen, if it’s an omen, I hope a good one in any case.

Miracles of fall quarters

So many beautiful and magnificent miracles.

It’s not nearly as bitterly cold inside as last winter, thanks in part to a mild winter so far, but mostly to the two new windows that have double-paned glass and were correctly installed.

I have running hot water! Indoors! For the first time in nearly two years. In the kitchen too! Shower still doesn’t work but I no longer have to heat water in the kettle to wash dishes or to wash me, and it is genuinely life-changing.

Didn’t know what to do about the mysteries of the half-frozen rabbit corpse, but it solved itself with my friend’s surprise visit.

More focus, more energy than three months ago. The imaginary clubs are helping, early to bed is helping, kitchen-jogging is helping, patience is helping.

Luck is a miracle, bravery is a miracle, keeping on keeping on is always a miracle. A thousand points to us, at least.

Bravery, endless bravery

I couldn’t listen to music the other morning during the power outage so did an hour of morning jogging/pacing alone with my thoughts, and it was okay, actually. As in: not nearly as bad as I feared.

Intense, sure, yes. But not a bad experience, astounding news to me.

My friend who much higher standards than me texted back regarding my unlikely morning win:

That is literally the bravest thing I have ever heard, I would not spend an hour alone with my thoughts if someone paid me a million dollars. Okay, maybe for a million dollars. But not a penny less!

And yes, she has a great point. Truly no one should have to be that brave, and we should all be well-compensated for it when we are that brave. I mean, yes, I AM BRAVE ALL THE TIME, WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT.

And here we are, brave and keeping on.

Back to the labyrinth

I revisited the labyrinth and walked it twice, once for the quarter that just passed (equinox to solstice) and once for the quarter to come, solstice to equinox, here we are, embarking…

It showed me how I became the Tough Survivalist of the Bunkhouse, the tough cowboy who gets things done without hurrying, it showed me how I am stronger than I realize.

And then, on the second round, it gave me a task, related to these processes of hibernation and hermitude.

So now I’m just letting that information sit and percolate, and in the meantime I’ve been talking things out with my incoming selves…

Talk to me about these quarters

Talk to me about the next three months, this passage into the new year.

What do you think I should focus on, what do you want me to know or keep in mind?

This is what I asked of my various selves, including The Cowboy, The Assassin, and anyone who wanted to show up…

The labyrinth says

The Three Months Later of solstice to equinox can be a strong and steadfast a container as you make it, as powerful a chrysalis as you decide.

Come up with goals and a plan that can be broken down to weekly, with a lot of repetition and go way deeper into hermit time and hibernation. Use the practice of clubs to hold and tend to your wishes.

The Cowboy says

You gain so much from being tough and needing little,
but that doesn’t mean you should stop welcoming in plenty,
you want to expand your capacity to receive and to ask,
you just want to be very pared down and seek pleasure in that as well
always thanksful, the joy of these tea lights from your faraway friend, the joy of support,
the joy of learning from people you love, the joy of rain on the roof, it’s all beautiful and magnificent,
consider also the joy in compiling, and let’s also not forge the joy in releasing,
and of course the joy in ease
(can you take more joy in ease,
can you find more ease in joy?)

The assassin says

Take the clues where you find them, don’t look too hard, just stay receptive…

Take time during the day to breathe, experience relief, relax your jaw, find the good, we zero in on one mission and then the next. Bear in mind that hermit time is recovery time but it’s also a gathering..

For example: gathering inward, gathering your various selves and parts of you, gathering strength and powers, and gathering together what you need for your assignment..

You are training hard and you will be training even harder, finding more pockets of time in the day, making the transitions between clubs even more powerful and enticing, giving yourself more credit, liberating more.

Sorcery self says

Sweetness helps, keep adding sweetness and intention

Gleaming is a way to keep your space sweet, and hiking is a way to have sweetness

Winter cheer self says

The main thing is the rituals, one thing and then the next thing,
today you got a little out of the routine and started to flounder,
always know what your next club is and have a plan,
do writing time first, even if it’s just asking questions and seeing what comes…

Miracles self says

Miracles abound, see them everywhere

And when you don’t see them, there’s still no reason for worry…

Even when you think this practice is silly or unserious somehow, keep looking, stay receptive…

You can always find small things to appreciate.

Self of solstice to equinox / winter quarters says

Did you know…?

You can get rid of more than you think,
there is nothing to hold onto,
make space and even more space,
you have the elements in place, and you have insight,
put it to use

Disability advocate self says

Sleep matters, and it matters more than you think, protect your sleep time and get cozy.

Know your needs, know your known yeses, and when they are deeply known, you won’t need to defend them, because following that wisdom will be so automatic, there will be no more need to fight with yourself or with anyone else on this.

Choose Calm self says

Clearing space will help, movement will help, light will help…

But mainly just keep remembering that you can choose towards this.

And when it doesn’t work or doesn’t happen, we don’t need to be reactive about that, we can be compassionate, warm and loving about not-calm too, a human response is a human response, meet it with love and sweetness, and keep it moving.

Back to bravery

Okay, it remains extremely unfair that we have to constantly be brave, and yet we soldier on, and we are.

I took the advice from my incoming selves and spent some time contemplating and appreciating the beautiful miracles of fall quarters.

Including the fact that I thought I didn’t make a fall shrub for solstice, but there’s a cinnamon cardamom spiced apple shrub at the back of my tiny fridge.

Calling on all superpowers of bravery and joy.

Bravery and joy, bravery in joy

Taking joy in hibernation, in this intentional hermit time, the deep chrysalis of the last week of the year.

Yes, that’s the plan: seeding seeds, taking small steps, resting more, wishing more wishes. A hot beverage. Porch breaths under the stars

And imagining Mariah Carey singing, ALL I WANT FOR CHRYSALIS IS YOOOOOOOOUUUU.

A breath for that. Happy in-between-time, a good crossing. Bravery and joy.

We wish you a merry chrysalis and a happy new year!

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

You are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, or anything that helped or anything on your mind. I am lighting a candle for all of it!

Or anything you’d like to toss into the wishing pot, the healing power of the collective is no small thing, companionship helps.

Whatever comes to mind (come to heart?), let’s support each other’s clubs, hopes, wishes, dreams…

Thank you, everyone who reads, porch breaths, the winding path, the many clues that land when they land, receptivity, tiny hope sparks, keeping on keeping on.

New product alert!!!

There’s fun bonus material on how I relate to time and map out my quarters for the year.

Anyone who gives to Barrington’s Discretionary (see below) will get this bonus material by email as a pdf!

A request

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously. Working on some stuff to offer this coming year, but between traumatic brain injury recovery & Long Covid, slow going.

I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, it all helps with fixing the many broken things.

And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share this with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it and you so much. ❤️

Going Clubbing (secret code for staying home)

a tiny adorable sweet potato roll with zaatar and sesame seeds rests on a wooden trivet

Tiny baking in a tiny house: the most adorable miniature sweet potato roll, with zaatar and sesame seeds…


Going Clubbing (secret code for staying home?)

A breath for right here right now

Hey friends, what a time to be alive — that phrase being not exactly positive, not exactly derogatory; but like, not not-derogatory.

Certainly I personally am glad for life, glad to be, glad to be alive, a beautiful miracle, any beautiful miracle in a storm, but also wow, so many agonizingly painful disasters in the world right now.

Glad and thanksful to be here, truly full of thank-you in my fullest thank-you heart, and extra appreciation to CQ for dropping that amazing quality and turn of phrase in the comments of the last post, a glorious word that is much better than its predecessor.

Here, breathing, as thanksful as we can manage, and also not ignoring what is hard, painful, challenging, unjust or just really fucking sucks, many things in all of those categories at once.

And still we ride (and rise), here we are.

Here we are

Anyway, here we are in troubled and terrifying times, and also in thanksful-times in many ways.

And I very much hope you are holding steady, able to take some porch breaths or window breaths or hand-on-heart breaths, or whatever does you some good.

Last time we talked about December Obsessions (and other wishes), and before that about the surprising and unlikely power of sometimes, occasionally, just letting things be unfulfilling, it’s better than it sounds.

And today I want to talk about the way I get things done, but to do that I need to talk a bit about life with Long Covid, something I mostly avoid discussing, so let’s be brave and just do it.

Reality just is

January 7, which is even more just around the corner than it sounds, will be two years since I woke up to a new personal reality, though of course I had no idea what was coming for me.

Here are some aspects of Long Covid life I’m dealing with, and I know that I am much luckier than many:

  • Changing sheets on the bed is such an exertion that I need to take breaks while doing it
  • Often can’t hold in my head what I’m doing from moment to moment
  • I get dizzy from the smallest things, bending to pick something up, lifting something not particularly heavy
  • The loud whistling and ringing in my ears for hours at a time, sometimes all day…
  • And if I know an exertion is coming up (laundry day, for example, or a doctor appointment), I know I have to schedule rest and only rest for the days before and after.

Another example

I baked these very delicious, extremely tiny, extremely cute sweet potato rolls (pictured at the top of this piece) last week, and I love them so much. Dream life addition to breakfast.

But I had to make them over the course of several days.

The first day, I washed, peeled and sliced sweet potato. The second day was for steaming and mashing the sweet potato, and measuring out the dry ingredients. On the third day, I prepped the dough and baked half.

In other words, something that could have been a brief activity in the past is now a three to four day event. I’m not complaining, or at least I hope I’m not, it’s just: things are really different now. And often significantly harder.

I go slower, and I do less, because that’s all I can do.

And because if I don’t, I will pay for it later, and it simply isn’t worth it.

And yet

And yet we still exist in the world, the world of bills and obligations, the various deadlines, and there are things I need to do to stay alive. So how does that happen when I am disabled, alone, isolated, in the wilderness, with no support networks?

It happens in part because I am very lucky to often or at least sometimes have some energy, as opposed to the many people living with long covid who have zero energy.

And I conserve this energy, and protect it like the precious cargo it is, which means am extremely careful and with what I do and do not do, always following the protocols.

As you imagine, this is often not fun, and I need things to be fun and enticing, because ADHD means everything that is not a current obsession is boring and unappealing unless I can find a way to make it fun…

And this is how I came up with the idea of clubs, or, as I call it, going clubbing. LET’S GO CLUBBING!

What are the clubs

A club is an imaginary place and designated container of time for anything at all that I wish to do every day or at least do some days.

A club can also be a goal or an aspiration, or taking any steps in that direction.

I go visit one club and then I go visit the next. That’s what I do with my day, I’m out clubbing! And in between, I’m at Club Rest More, if that is what’s needed.

And of course, I do these in non-zero amounts, it doesn’t have to be much, we are just touching in. If all I do in Cooking Club is peel a sweet potato, good job, babe.

However much I do extremely counts as You’re Doing Amazing, Sweetie.

Let me tell you about my clubs!

I don’t name clubs for things I am able to do automatically (for example, when I wake up, I dry brush, get dressed, light a candle or turn on a lantern, hydrate, brush teeth), but that’s because I’m doing really well right now, and don’t need those reminders.

Sometimes these things do require a club to get them done too and that’s fine.

You might have noticed there’s a theme

Yes, these clubs are mostly grounded in the concept of non-zero — do a non-zero amount of movement, get non-zero nourishment into my body, take non-zero steps towards the most important things on the list.

As long as I’m still moving forward, taking any next step, no matter how tiny or symbolic, that is a big deal.

And when I can’t, I can’t. The point is, we’re trying.

If/when I get stuck, then we go to Surprise Dance Party Club, aka turn on one song and bounce it out, and yes, sometimes this happens in bed, good job, movement and aliveness.

Here are my current clubs…

Rest In Beauty (RIB) Club

This for bravely closing my eyes for Seven (Ideally Eight) Delicious Hours or more, whether I sleep or not, good job to me.

It’s also an acronym for RIB, a reminder me to keep my ribs anchored and not compress my lower back…

It’s going better now that I’m not calling this club Go The Fuck To Sleep Already For The Love Of God.

Club Happy Lizard

Once I wake up and do my first morning things, it’s time to make sure I’m a happy lizard (cozy in my aquarium), this is really about winter cheer and coziness in the context of oh right I live in an unheated tiny house in the mountains…

Cheer, coziness and deliberately making it harder to accidentally tumble into the pits of despair when things are extra cold and grey in these parts.

It’s making sure I have my warmest hat on, a heating pad to sit on, curtains open, maybe lighting loose incense that I made in a different club. This is the club where I check in with myself and ask the very useful question, what would help most right now, in this moment?

And then I try to do some of that..

Jog Club

I like to jog (this is a very generous word for a semi-bouncy walk) figure eights in my tiny kitchen, both in the morning and the evening, to stay warm, and also for thinking my thoughts.

Sometimes I listen to music or a podcast. When I am feeling especially brave, I will be alone with my thoughts just to prove that I can do it, but I don’t entirely know that I recommend this!

Sometimes it’s a slog, in the category of unfulfilling but I do it anyway, sometimes it’s fine to fine+, and quite often, it helps my mood. More and more often, it’s in the category of And I Crave It, but either way, it’s my club and I show up.

Anyway, yesterday was twenty three days in a row of a real commitment to both morning and evening jog time. Designated time to just bounce around and keep it moving.

It’s doing something good for my brain, and it’s good for my joints, I’m having fewer nightmares and, as we always say, whatever works.

Cake & Coffee club (this is my favorite club!)

The coffee isn’t always coffee, anything in the category of a Delicious Warm Spiced Beverage will do. It’s a ritual, and a form of light sorcery: something is brewing, something good. Often with chiltepin pepper.

The cake is usually banana bread (chocolate cinnamon, or coconut and brown sugar) that I make in my tiny, tiny oven that looks like a child’s toy, though I have been known to make other cakes as well.

Cake & Coffee Club started as a way to allow me a sweet and comforting transition from morning jog to whatever is next, a way to bribe me into not giving up on the rest of the day.

Over time, it’s evolved. When I skip stones (journal) with my incoming selves, we often talk about the day or week that was, what’s working, what’s needed. And several future selves suggested that I try making this time more special, more intentional…

As in: clean the kitchen table first. Light a candle. What if instead of using this time to read email, I use it for gazing out at the trees and the fields, just breathing and being, enjoying the pretty light…?

Sun Club / Get More Swift Club

Before long covid, I was so strong and liked to do an obscene amount of daily sun salutations. Now I have altered the practice so much that I don’t know if they’d be recognizable as such, but have found my way into a flowing sequence of gentle movements my body can handle on most days.

When things are bad, I do a few and then need to rest.

Lately I have been in a groove and they’ve been feeling better, but I often just don’t want to do them even when they feel good.

Sun club is for shifting that. It’s for greeting the day, tuning into all the qualities of turning towards the sun.

Swiftness is about speed and agility, but also a reference to that Time Magazine piece about Taylor Swift, and how she trains for her concerts by singing her entire set while on the treadmill.

This club is about the slow motion montage, building endurance, calling on all swift powers of recalibrating, and keeping on keeping on. Music helps. Repetition is good for my brain. This is a club of entrainment.

Non-Zero Stretch Club

This can be one song. Sometimes it’s five minutes. Sometimes it’s half an hour.

As long as I get a quad stretch in there, I’m good. Non-zero counts.

Do I miss having more stretching / yoga / feldenkrais / etc in my life? Of course, but we rebuild slowly and with intention, and right now one song is a good amount for me to aim for. If more happens over the course of the day then god bless, but the point of this club is truly the non-zero.

Club H.A.V.I. / sometimes known as HAVII

The acronym stands for either “Havi And Vegetables? Intriguing!” or “Have A Vegetable, I Insist”, and it relates to this monster fear-story I had when I was really sick that I was going to succumb to scurvy or something terrible, because I was not consuming enough food at all, and definitely not enough vegetables.

This club, which many of my friends have joined and I appreciate that, is just a way to remind me about the existence of vegetables, and to remind my monsters that yes, I do in fact consume them.

As a result I now eat a ton of vegetables because it’s always on my mind, and also the name of the club makes me laugh.

Yesterday for example, I had an onion spinach green chile dish with jalapeño, and leftover sweet potato onion hash, and then it’s fun at the end of the day to see that yes, we had vegetables! Yet again, monsters are virgins who can’t drive, and also they are wrong about me being not well-nourished.

Club HAVI makes sure I am well-nourished, and it turns food prep into a bit of a game. And honestly, I fully believe, for the record, that our bodies are wise and able to turn pretty much anything into the nourishment we need, so no worries if you’re in a situation that demands Twizzlers instead of vegetables, or whatever.

CvT Club

CvT Club aka Captain Von Trapp Club is probably most important club of the day? I mean, obviously Cake & Coffee Club is the most-most.

But CvT Club is about being as sexy, focused and disciplined (and sexy, did I mention that part) as Captain Von Trapp himself by which I mean Christopher Plummer in the Sound of Music version.

I was a fairly spacey, dreamy person even before a traumatic brain injury and then long covid stole my ability to focus. And thanks to ADHD, if I’m not hyper-focusing on an obsession, what am I doing? Unclear!

In CvT Club, I invoke all the Captain powers, choose/name my points of focus, and use the forest focus app which makes sure I won’t be distracted by my phone for two hours.

Usually the first thing I do for CvT time is wash and dry all the dishes, wipe down the countertop, clean the sink, as a form of entry. Then I have an open document for that day’s CvT plans which I check.

Sometimes it’s writing, sometimes it’s liberating an iguana (doing something I don’t want to do). It could be dealing with the Box of In. It could be brainstorming and problem-solving. Captain time is focus time. And if I can’t focus, I might journal or do Cooking Club ops.

Cooking Club

This club is for making sure tomorrow-me will also be well-nourished. Some days it’s for small things like making a simple syrup or gathering vegetable scraps for the freezer to make stock the next day.

Or prepping dry ingredients for a future batch of banana bread.

Other times, when I have more energy, I do more serious food prep.

This helps me make sure that even if there’s a power outage, or I just don’t have energy to make food, there will still be something to eat. I used to resent Cooking Club, and now I really enjoy it.

Club Dish Zero

What it sounds like.

I like to wash up as I go, but either way, I want to make sure that tomorrow-me doesn’t have to deal with bullshit from today.

If it’s the kind of day where my only options is leave dishes or eat snacks from jars in the pantry, I’ll leave dishes.

It’s a concept, not a rule. We are not strict here. The club exists to support me, not to punish me.

Club Interiority

Also known as Non Zero Words Club. This is for writing time, or: writing and processing.

I find it stressful to force myself to write; interiority and aiming for non-zero words feels more neutral.

Sometimes this happens in the morning, sometimes in the evening in bed, sometimes during CvT time.

I know some people really need a specific time, like morning pages or whatever, but for me, as long as it happens, I’m good. And for me, personally, it really varies from day to day when I want to be writing.

If I’m too tired to focus, I just skip stones like What’s Working, What Would Help Most Right Now, Where Is The Treasure, What Don’t I Know Yet?

If I don’t have any answers, I invite the cowboy, the assassin, my Neal Caffrey self, my Cowboy Drag Sharon Stone self, any iteration of Slightly Future Me, and so on…

Congruencing Club / Non-Zero Gleaming

Any amount at all of cleaning something or putting things away or doing pantry consolidation.

Slowly, slowly. It all counts.

Any Self-Care Club

When things get hard, I immediately drop all the practices that help most.

This is the club that gets me to comb my hair or moisturize or, again, whatever would help that I am not doing.

Club Porch Breaths

This is non-zero going outside, it could be a walk to the mailbox but if all I do is open the front door and take a breath of fresh crisp porch air and commune with the trees for a moment, good job to me.

♣️ Avoidance Club ♣️

This is for celebrating being off social media sites that are big time-stealers for me, I love to be in Avoidance Club.

Today is my twenty third day not reading Reddit, a place I often am drawn towards in order to be comforted by the reminder that other people’s problems (and opinions!) are usually worse than mine, a place I go when craving distraction.

It’s not about the place, it’s about what I call pellet-pushing. Like when rats in an experiment will keep pushing the lever in the hopes that they might get a pellet.

When you want a positive feeling so you go to the place that sometimes delivers a positive feeling, but more than not, it does the opposite.

Anyway, like with everything, YMMV, and a place that isn’t great for me might be fine for you, or serving some sort of need you aren’t ready to let go of, no worries there. We are all just human and figuring things out in a world designed by the smartest engineers to steal our attention.

Four new clubs!

Lately I have been tentatively feeling a bit better, some more energy, so I added more clubs, we’ll see if they stick.

Two were wishes that really scared me (keeping the inbox down and tab count down), one was something I’d been really missing, and one just showed up.

So now I have Small Inbox Club, Tabs Club, Arabic Club (40 day streak!), and Bonus Wins Club which is about naming anything else I did during the day that doesn’t fall into another club.

This is a chance to award myself even more sparklepoints, for existing, and making it through another day. Bonus wins! There’s always one somewhere, and if not, there will be a chance to try again tomorrow.

What is clubbing for!

For one thing, it’s a great way to get a headstart on new year’s wishes (or the word that rhymes with revolutions), if you do that kind of thing, or if you want to skip that, it’s just a fun thing to have a club!

A way to practice and experiment. For me, clubs are a no-guilt container; they do not exist to make me feel bad about myself, they are just a framework for trying things.

You obviously do not have to start with (or end up with) a million clubs like I listed here, I started with one or two clubs, and then more invited themselves to the let’s go clubbing party. Maybe one club is the exact right amount of clubs for you!

For me, the most fun part of my clubbing lifestyle (other than using that phrase as someone who is a hermit in the woods), is naming the clubs. And then renaming as needed. But also it’s helping me get more done, stay a little more focused, be a little less stressed.

Join me in a little Club Non-Zero Anything?

While it is true that I am getting way more done than I did in the days before Going Clubbing was how I set up my day, I also think it’s just fun to be in a club.

Even in an imaginary club, even in one that is just me.

Much like my fake band of the week, Cake Adjacent.

And it’s even more fun to name a club.

So you are welcome to join me in inventing any clubs that appeal to you, or something else. Maybe your thing isn’t going clubbing instead of doing things on a list, maybe it’s a secret third thing, and I support that, because of course.

Let’s play. And if you’re not in the mood or right headspace for clubs, totally understandable. I will light a candle and take some porch breaths for all the many hard things getting easier for all of us.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

What clubs are you inviting into your life, or wishing for?

You are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, or anything that helped or anything on your mind. I am lighting a candle for all of it!

Or anything you’d like to toss into the wishing pot, the healing power of the collective is no small thing, companionship helps.

Whatever comes to mind (come to heart?), let’s support each other’s clubs, hopes, wishes, dreams…

Thank you, everyone who reads, porch breaths, the winding path, the many clues that land when they land, receptivity, tiny hope sparks, keeping on keeping on.

Bonus question

Big progress on bonus material on how I relate to time and map out my quarters, lmk if there anything you want to know more about?

Anyone who gives to Barrington’s Discretionary (see below) will get these by email when I finish the edits!

A request

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously. Working on some stuff to offer this coming year, but between traumatic brain injury recovery & Long Covid, slow going.

I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, it all helps with fixing the many broken things.

And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share this with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it and you so much. ❤️

December obsessions (and other wishes)

cheery blue sky, the happiest green tree, a magical labyrinth

I visited a labyrinth and asked for support, and it just said “Keep doing what you’re doing”, not sure if that’s helpful or not, but it’s a direction…


December obsessions (and other wishes)

How are we doing, sweet friends

How are we coping, how are we holding up?

Are we managing to do a non-zero amount, however tiny and symbolic, of any the things that help, whether doing them feels good in the moment or is mildly unfulfilling..?

For example, attempting a hip stretch or a shoulder stretch (or both!) for the first time in [REDACTED], which is of course absolutely heroic, even if we just thought about doing it later and planted the seed. 🫡

Thinking about doing is also a step

Thinking about it is also a step, which makes it non-zero effort, in the invisible continuum between zero and one, and I love this for us.

And I mean all of that very genuinely.

Quite often I need to think about things I might do or wish to attempt before I go for it in real time, and yes, the invisible steps are also steps.

Groundwork is groundwork and it counts

Groundwork is groundwork, heroism all around.

It’s brave to try, and also to consider trying. This is something I would have thought was extremely silly twenty years ago, and now I understand that there is so much wisdom and compassion in being able to perceive the invisible seeds of wanting.

There is so much courage in the invisible seeds, and in the patience to let them do their thing in their own right timing.

Still following the protocols

This past week I’ve been having some Total Breakdown days, or semi breakdown days, or whatever, I don’t know, a non-zero amount of breaking down. It happens.

It really does. The extenuating circumstances are many, these are not easy times, and the world is the world.

So I have been following the protocols, because when in doubt: follow the protocols. And when in a breakdown, definitely-definitely follow them.

Two questions

Your mileage may vary of course, because we are different and we all need different things

The protocols, for me, start off with two questions:

  1. What is useful about this breakdown?
  2. What would help most right now in the moment?

Not all questions need answers

The first question does not need to be answered; it only needs to be asked.

This is important, actually. It is a question that exists to be a reminder that many, many times in the past, these breakdowns have turned out to be useful.

Maybe these breakdowns revealed an insight or some direction.

Or maybe they got me to clean my floors, amen.

Or maybe they got me to do some journaling after all the crying.

It’s good to be reminded that these experiences of falling apart can be useful and even important, that they are a step in a process, and while this particular step is not enjoyable, the larger process might turn out to be meaningful and fulfilling. It probably will, it quite often does.

The second question grounds me in the moment

The second question grounds me in the moment: What would help me most right now?

Not what might help in general, though that’s a useful list to have on hand or to come up with, but what might help me right now in this moment?

These can be physical things: sixteen breaths, hand on heart, feet on the ground, maybe a mini dance party to one song…

And they can be comforting, reassuring reminders, like now is not then, practicing acknowledgment & legitimacy, remembering to ask what’s true and what’s also true

Anyway

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to, following the protocols, asking the questions, doing the things that help or might help, one step and then another step, good job.

And trying to focus on December Obsessions and other December Wishes.

As you know, I love a good obsession, as well as the idea of a good obsession, any obsession port in a storm. My ADHD brain needs to hyper-focus on something enticing, give me the deep dive.

Some good candidates for December Obsessions

I’m thinking about trying a different recipe for tahini brownies (gluten free, vegan) every week until I either find the one true love tahini brownie that knocks my socks off, or, alternately, until I decide that this is not my yes, and some other small dessert can be my winter love story.

Similarly I’m thinking about making granola, though I’m not entirely sure why, or if it would even work with my impossibly tiny oven, since doing things in batches does not always work well with ADHD life, and I am extremely likely to forget what I’m doing and give up partway through.

And I’m thinking about a return to hiking (aka a leisurely meandering walk of an hour or less), something I haven’t done since summer, and then I wasn’t feeling well for a few months. But lately I’ve been training, and endurance is up, and I think I’m up for it too.

Tabula rasa, as symbolic as it needs to be

As always I would love to obsess over any form of a clean slate: an empty inbox, a clean bedroom, closing the tabs.

Obsessing over vocabulary quiz, obsessing over remembering to do LUTW (Legs Up The Wall), obsessing over delicious nourishing breakfasts, obsessing over Do Less To Get More, I’m here for all of it.

What do I know about this

I was thinking this morning that my wish about the tahini brownies is really a wish to have a vegan and gluten-free dessert recipe that I can just make without thinking.

Like I do with chocolate sesame banana bread or with coconut pudding, former obsessions that are now just integrated into my life.

But then I was thinking that this is not a new obsession, this might even be a continuation of a fantasy from childhood, when I would imagine being an adult and magically able to to just whip up some cookies or do some art, like my mom could.

Something about…

And something about how maybe I focused my attention on those specific types of [let’s call them domestic pursuits, even though they don’t have to be], because I knew I would never do the main one.

Ever since I have known myself and remember myself as a person, I have always known that I did not want to be a parent, and I also knew that becoming a parent was what was expected of me as a person. So maybe I solved that in my mind by imagining myself baking instead. We’ll see what my imaginary therapist says about that.

The art of a fifty minute hour

I love a fifty minute hour, be it therapy or a soak in the hot pool. It’s kind of how I do my writing hour (non-zero words, for five sets of ten minutes), and it’s how I do kitchen jogging, set a bell for an hour and the last ten minutes are for slow-down…

An hour is a big commitment, but fifty minutes is somehow more doable.

A fifty minute hour means time for entry, or exit, or both.

I am also thinking about hourglasses as a potentially lovely way to spend a period of time. If I get lost in hyper-focus then I won’t even know how long I’ve been away at sea, but in a good way.

Obsessions with ritual

Because my brain is how it is (ADHD plus traumatic brain injury plus long covid, the trifecta of being super fucking out of it a lot of the time), I use ritual even more than usual to set the form of my day.

Ritual is the container.

It does not matter how I feel when I wake up in the morning (tired, panicked, confused, unsure), I do the morning things in the order of the morning things. It helps, even when it is unfulfilling, though quite often it both feels good and helps more than I expect it to.

So how can we slowly and steadily layer on more and more of these?

Monsters

Obviously my monsters of self-criticism have formed a choral group (it was also Monster World Cup last week if anyone noticed extra monstering in the air) to follow me around and sing songs about how I make poor life choices and have ruined my life, etc etc.

They think obsessions are silly, they think tahini brownies are a bad idea.

They say I am just setting myself up for failure and disappointment, what if I don’t even like my obsession?

But guess what

But guess what, obsessions are a vehicle for passion, but the object of the obsession is neutral and can be changed. If brownies aren’t the thing, maybe a green chile apple crisp is the thing.

We’re experimenting. We are trying things out in order to set into motion the experience of caring about things again, and if I can care about things again, I can care about life and aliveness, I can do a better job of taking care of myself.

It’s not nothing. It’s a lot.

Alright, what’s working?

Honestly, this December is already better in many ways than the last one.

The enormous projects of replacing the two windows on the north side of the tiny house trailer and getting a new hot water heater installed took over a year, but now I can wash my hands in warm water, which is life changing, and the house holds in heat much better than before.

Tea lights are lit, with loose incense I made. And the December experiments are going strong.

The experiments are starting strong

I’ve already run some Hannuka experiments (can you make latkes in a waffle iron, hell yes you can, wafflatkes are delicious) for this next week, and in general maybe even feel a little less deer caught in the headlights about the passage of time than I usually do.

Trying to tire myself out with movement has sadly not been helping with getting me to want to go to sleep, but I think it is helping my mood, so that’s something, and the experiments with a more firm schedule (operation we run a tight ship) are helping too.

Let’s name some December Wishes…

Cozy comfort.

Someone to go on hikes with and explore.

More fifty minute hours. It holds itself.

More joyful obsessions, good ideas sparking. It solves itself.

Infusing rituals and [containers of time] with more pleasure, more joy, more of the good kind of obsessive.

More winter cheer. Better sleep. Waking up with a passion for something, anything!

Some deus ex machina solutions to my two biggest house-related problems.

Something to be excited about and maybe even look forward to, I need this.

What’s next?

Hannuka starts Thursday night. Chag urim sameach, a happy festival of lights.

Then Tuesday, December 12, is the new moon and also National Ambrosia Day.

I do not know what that means, but to me it suggests making a delicious hot beverage, so I am definitely going to do that.

So, between now and next Tuesday, how about a trial run for December Obsessions, with as many do-overs as we want, throughout the month and beyond….

Do-overs forever

After all, these December Obsessions themselves are a trial run for 2024 Obsessions, and there’s a beautiful wish hidden in there too:

The obsessions write themselves! The obsessions run themselves!

All I have to do is pay attention, and they can channel excitement and they can channel grace, enough for me, and for the collective too.

Hello, December

One week in. How are we feeling, what are we noticing, where are we being pulled, what is needed most, what is useful about feeling what we are feeling, even if it happens to be end-of-the-year upheaval?

(Which it might not, obviously! People Vary, and you feel what you feel, it doesn’t have to be related to what I’m feeling…)

What good obsessions can we brainstorm, what low-stakes experiments can we embark on, or what non-zero movement can we take in that direction?

Wishing is the invisible part of generating momentum, maybe, and either way, it couldn’t hurt to make room for the vulnerability of wanting something better.

I am wishing everyone so much love, support, grace, comfort, treasure, whatever you need for this time.

How about you?

Thankful for each day that I get some focus and energy, for each good song on the radio, for all hope sparks, for the lovely and thoughtful comments people left on the last post (thank you!), for porch breaths, and all moments of calm. How about you?

What are your wishes? How was your week! I am lighting a candle for all of it.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

You are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, or anything that helped or anything on your mind. Wishes you are wishing.

Or anything you’d like to toss into the wishing pot, the healing power of the collective is no small thing, companionship helps.

You can wish any wishes that come to mind (come to heart?), or echo “Oh wow, what beautiful wishes!” for my wishes or anyone else’s.

Bonus question

I’m working on bonus material on how I relate to time, if there’s stuff you want me to cover, let me know!

Anyone who gives to Barrington’s Discretionary (see below) will get these by email when I finish edits.

A request

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously. Working on some stuff to offer this coming year, but between traumatic brain injury recovery & Long Covid, slow going.

I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, it all helps with fixing the many broken things.

And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share this with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it and you so much. ❤️

The (unlikely) power of unfulfilling

frost on the glass window blocks out the light, bonus drops of literal ice on the wooden frame

This is sadly what my windowsill (the inside of my kitchen) looks like in the morning, but hey at least now that my home is colder than the inside of a refrigerator, I don’t really have to refrigerate things overnight…


The (unlikely) power of unfulfilling

Where were we

Where were we? Oh yes, in the pit of despair.

Last time we talked about a favorite power (or focal point, or approach) of mine, the power of non-zero.

In other words, when you feel very stuck and seemingly cannot do anything, you do not fight with yourself. Instead of trying to force yourself into doing the things, you just aim for non-zero effort.

Non-zero effort: a smallest something, a not-nothing. And it helps.

Sometimes even much more than you expect it to.

Today we are talking about an even less likely power, the power of unfulfilling, and maybe it needs a new name, but we will get there when we get there.

Unfulfilling

I did my morning hour of kitchen “jogging” yesterday, and it was unfulfilling but I just did it anyway.

Some days it clears my head, some days it is therapy through movement, some days I enjoy watching the sunrise.

Some days this time of quiet, repetitive figure eights is revealing, and what it reveals really depends, a depth of anger and sadness that I wasn’t previously aware of, for example.

Other days it just feels good to be in motion.

Some days I do it just because I know that it loosens up my joints and helps with back pain. And most days I do it because it’s what I do in the morning.

It’s what I do

Yes, it’s the first thing I do upon waking, after hydrating, dry brushing, brushing teeth.

Okay, and sure, you could also say that mainly I do it because my tiny house on a trailer does not have central heating, and it is simply too cold to remain still once I bravely exit the bed and into the front room where I turn the space heater on.

But I also do my morning kitchen jog (“jog”, a very generous term) for reasons related to ritual and steadiness. A way to calm myself down, clear my head, help my ADHD brain entrain itself into a more steady rhythm…

A more steady rhythm

I do it for my anxiety and for my lack of focus, and as a way to start the day, a bookend of my day. It helps that when I wake up, no matter how high my anxiety, at least I know what’s happening next:

It’s time to kitchen-jog.

Most days it feels good, or at least minimally revitalizing.

And yesterday it was unfulfilling, but I did it anyway.

Taking a small break for for clarifications

Sidebar!

As some of you know, my biggest and most ridiculous (and therefore also reasonable) fear is the fear of being misunderstood.

The fear that launched a thousand ships. If by ships we mean parenthetical asides and explanatory clauses. So here are mine.

So, just to clarify!

When I talk about the good within the unfulfilling, or the power of do it anyway, I am not by any means encouraging or advising you or anyone to stay in a shitty situation. God forbid.

If you are stuck in an unfulfilling job or unfulfilling relationship or a situation that is really not working for you, I am cheering on your exit strategy, even if it exists at this point only as a kernel of an idea. Here’s to all the possibilities for Something Better.

Truly, I am lighting a candle for your sweet escape into that Something Better. May it be so. I am calling in all deus ex machina powers, all the support you could possibly need.

So please don’t let this musing on the power of [Unfulfilling] be a reason to stay in a not good for you situation, or to keep forcing a ritual or practice that used to give you something but isn’t a good fit now.

Everything changes, and that is as it should be. Yes? Okay, great. Onward!

Onward

There are many things in the category of [Mostly Good, Sometimes Unfulfilling, I Do It Anyway].

For example, this morning my coffee wasn’t great for some reason (a word my phone very appropriately changed to treason!), not-good coffee really is treasonous.

Sometimes yoga and stretching feel good, sometimes they are unfulfilling, but I do them anyway.

Same for slow sun salutations which I can only do on days when bending doesn’t make me dizzy.

Same for writing. Same for cooking. Same for my ten minutes of practicing Arabic.

Anyway, whether these rituals and practices, or aspects of daily life, are fulfilling or not, I keep doing them. Though sometimes I need to make them fancy.

Fancy

I toss a chiltepin pepper into my morning hot caffeinated beverage, because sometimes I need life to slap me in the face a little, but in a good way. A little heat is good for this desert cowboy assassin.

A favorite mug helps. Homemade cardamom fennel simple syrup helps. A colorful cloth napkin. Light a tea light.

If I wipe down the table first as if I am an honored guest, this helps too.

Similarly, with all the other things that are sometimes fulfilling and sometimes deeply unfulfilling, they can sometimes be improved with music, a candle, a warmer sweatshirt and so on.

But if they are still unfulfilling that day, IIWIMI (It Is What It Motherfucking Is), and we keep going.

Useful

What is useful (or could be useful) about these situations of I do the things I do because they help but some days they are just unfulfilling and I do them anyway…?

In some ways I find it vaguely reassuring that it simply does not matter whether the thing that helps is pleasurable or meaningful or fulfilling that day or not.

Some days it’s bliss, some days it’s tolerable, some days it’s medicinal.

That’s fine.

That’s fine, actually

There is a certain maturity to being fine with it all, a wisdom of having been alive long enough to know that the same practice, ritual, habit or [anything] can vary wildly from day to day.

Some days it’s engaging, some days it’s a struggle.

You do it for the reasons and you do it for no reason.

I am going to turn forty seven this year, if the gods are willing and luck allows, and I quite often have the perception that I do not even slightly have anything figured out, I am barely functioning at being an adult, I do not have it together in the most basic ways. I am, as my monsters say, an entire mess.

But this is the place where I can see some hard-earned wisdom in my life, and that gives me hope for other areas. I can let the things that help be unfulfilling sometimes, without fighting it.

Of course we can also play

For example, what I said before about making things slightly fancy, improving the view…

For example, making something 3% better (or any other non-zero amount)…

Or adding some spice, the ongoing work of Operation Winter Cheer…

This week I spent a lot of time considering the relationship between the power of unfulfilling on the one hand, and Slightly Fancy on the other.

Slightly Fancy, or possibly cosplaying as royalty?

Royalty, for example

This is an idea I got from Hannah Goldfield, New Yorker restaurant critic and general smart person, who, in an otherwise bummer of an interview about feeding her children, gave me a lovely clue:

“I sort of need to cosplay as the Queen of England if I’m going to make breakfast exciting.”

I am so very glad that I don’t need to convince a four year old to eat vegetables, especially one who changes their mind daily about how said vegetables need to be cut, which might actually be all four year olds, this is extremely not my area of expertise.

What is my expertise though?

Honestly it’s enough work getting some vegetables into me each day.

And to be clear, I admire both Hannah’s commitment to her kids and her four year old’s strong certainty about the exact correct way cucumbers should be cut in order to make them palatable as a snack, but that’s not the point.

The main thing is that I really latched onto this mission of how can we make breakfast (or anything for that matter) more exciting than it currently is…

That’s actually something I’m pretty good at.

Even more exciting, even more enticing

Whatever it takes, even knowing that some days it might be unfulfilling, and we keep it moving.

What helps? What adds some spark?

And what is the comfort in knowing that sometimes this works and sometimes it doesn’t work, and either way, breakfast happens and Havi Is Fed…

These are the thoughts on my mind this week, the power of letting things be unfulfilling sometimes, and also small tweaks and additions, adding a little fancy to the ritual, in case it helps…

Maybe it will still be unfulfilling, and that’s okay, and also we tried something, so points for effort.

A Mini Friday Chicken (Check-in)

It’s been a minute since we did a Friday Chicken, naming the hard and good things in our week in the interest of noticing the passage of time and how we felt about it, being present with what was, even if it was unfulfilling. Maybe even especially in that case.

So here is a small one.

What were the hard things this week?

This week’s hard, for me, included:

  • A scary power outage, not something I enjoy in the cold of winter
  • A miserable experience attempting to get vaccinated — one pharmacist hadn’t heard of Novavax, the other didn’t know where they kept it, no one masked, one pharmacist sneezed into her hands then tried to hand me a pen (luckily I already had one), they kept me waiting for over half an hour for no apparent reason
  • Oh god, the deep, awful loneliness, like it’s always there a little but when the big waves hit, it’s so bad
  • Feeling helpless and scared, and it’s so boring to still be in that loop
  • Itchy skin stuff
  • Anxiety and more anxiety, both over specific small things in my life, and about the hostages who are still being held by Hamas, and about all the many heart-breaking things in our world…
  • And someone I love is in the hospital and there is just no way to help or get solid information
  • It is so cold and so grey, and I cannot believe that there are months more of this, how do people survive winter, I don’t get it and I want a plan…

What was good this week?

I did the things that help, even if they were unfulfilling.

And I did my morning jog and evening jog, non-zero stretching, non-zero sun salutations, fed myself vegetables, sat down to write, kept on keeping on.

In good news, the girlfriend of the person I know who is a hostage in Gaza was released, the two were taken captive together from Be’eri. I am hoping she will have some reassuring news and that L will return soon, but mainly I am just happy for her and her family. May peace, comfort, protection and healing/rehabilitation make their way into this painful, awful nightmare, for everyone in Israel and Palestine, amen.

I am lighting a candle for peaceful solutions, humanitarian aid, miracles all around.

At long last, successfully boosted with Novavax, that’s been on the list for a while and is one of the things that keeps me up in the early hours, so I am glad it is done, and so far feeling okay, no noticeable reaction.

Made a very good chocolate cinnamon banana bread that made up for the not-quite-right coffee.

How about you?

Grateful for each day that I have some focus and energy, for each good song on the radio, for all small moments of hope, for the lovely and thoughtful comments people left on the last post (thank you!), for porch breaths, and for all the moments of calm steady grace. How about you?

What are your wishes? How was your week! I am lighting a candle for all of it.

Thank you, everyone who reads, thank you to porch breaths, to the winding path, to the many clues that land when they land, and the tiny hope sparks that we keep cultivating, one breath at a time.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

You are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, or anything that helped or anything on your mind. Wishes you are wishing.

Or anything you’d like to toss into the wishing pot, the healing power of the collective is no small thing, companionship helps.

You can wish any wishes that come to mind (come to heart?), or echo “Oh wow, what beautiful wishes!” for my wishes or anyone else’s.

Bonus question

I’m working on bonus material on how I relate to time, if there’s stuff you want me to cover, let me know!

Anyone who gives to Barrington’s Discretionary (see below) will get these by email when I finish edits.

A request

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously. Working on some stuff to offer this coming year, but between traumatic brain injury recovery & Long Covid, slow going.

I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, it all helps with fixing the many broken things.

And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share this with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it and you so much. ❤️

The power of non-zero

steaming hot cider in a ceramic mug

This was a hard week for me, I hope it went easier for you, but I found comfort in small things, for example hot spiced cider in my favorite mug that I do not use often enough, I hope you can feel the steaming comfort and coziness all the way from a cold day in southern New Mexico…


Non-zero

Non-zero is a superpower, possibly my favorite.

Or at least we can say it’s the one I am most consistently devoted to, the one I have been spending the most time with. Non-zero as a practice, non-zero as mindset.

I am cultivating a relationship with non-zero as an approach, to my day, to a long cold winter, to the daily effort of existing.

By which I mean: the challenges of being a person in a body, in this culture, in this world, and the ongoing work of keeping on keeping on.

Non-zero is a way of simplifying.

Simplifying

Non-zero simplifies and clarifies.

It is the power of do less, but hey, we are still doing something.

Do less, but still something

Less is still something, even [a very little] is still something, and something is not nothing.

And not-nothing is a big deal actually.

Any amount of effort, any amount of progress. It counts and it matters, good job, good job.

It changes the question

Am I going to do an hour of yoga like the monsters in my head think I should? Nope, but I am going to try for non-zero movement.

Maybe that’s a neck stretch, maybe that’s hugging myself, maybe that’s rolling on the floor for the duration of one song. Maybe it’s dancing in the kitchen. Good job, non-zero movement!

Am I going to empty my inbox and close all the tabs? Probably not! But can I close a non-zero number of tabs and archive a non-zero amount of email? Amazing work, progress!

From a stress-goal to a doable something

Am I going to keep setting impossible (for me, currently, in this moment) goals like spend time outside every day, or can I start where I am with a non-zero version of that, like taking three to five porch breaths?

Do you see? We are lowering the bar, we are seeking a shift in focus…

A shift in focus

Shifting my focus to non-zero takes me out of the stress-mindset of striving and achieving, and it keeps me from sinking into the devastating bitterness when I am simply unable to do any of the things on my list, as often happens, because my brain is broken.

I am not trying to do all the things, or even most of them, or even some of them.

Instead I am aiming for non-zero in a few categories. We’ll see how it goes from there. But non-zero is a big deal, and we celebrate it.

One small step, or maybe more, or maybe not

When I am attuned to the power of non-zero, I am are not forcing myself to think big, aim high, reach further. I am just zeroing in. What small, low-effort and immediate steps are available to me in the moment?

One step and then another step. Or maybe just the one.

It’s still a non-zero amount of forward movement, good job, good job.

It’s not nothing, it’s so much more than nothing!

I love you and I’m proud of you, babe! Look at you, making non-zero progress!

This is what I say to myself, when I can, but in case you need this too, it’s also for you if you want it…


Not nothing

We are not focused on finishing, we are focused on non-zero.

It’s not nothing, it’s more than nothing, and it counts. It matters.

When everything is effortful and feels impossible, even a very symbolic amount of effort is game-changing.

And it serves as a reminder that non-zero is possible, which is encouraging.

In fact, it’s almost always more encouraging than I expect it to be…

You wins some, you win some later

Is it in fact true that sometimes (often) non-zero effort leads to more? Yes it is, but also that’s not the point, and even if it doesn’t, non-zero is still non-zero.

Progress is still progress. Patience is still patience, and we’re playing the long game.

You win some, you win some more later.

Lowering the bar

I think we’ve talked about this theme many times over the years here, but it’s also so easy to forget.

Just as it can be hard to practice acknowledgment and legitimacy in challenging times, it is hard to remember that non-zero is a good starting point.

We are existing in challenging times (in the world, maybe also internally) and sometimes we have high expectations of ourselves, plus we exist in a world that rewards achieving and does not appreciate process.

But here we are, sometimes things are a struggle. They often are, for me. So what does non-zero look like?

Surprise inspiration

I cannot express exactly how inspiring non-zero number of anything can feel when it happens…but it is!

A non-zero amount of, for example…

hydrating
decluttering
dishes
de-piling
moving or stretching
journaling
cleaning
being outdoors
etc

Noticing is also on the list of non-zero things

As in: I noticed the non-zero things I did, and gave myself credit.

Non-zero credit to me! A thousand sparklepoints, at least….

This also shifts the focus.

Instead of saying, “Ugh I didn’t clean the house this weekend like I was going to”, I can say something else.

The non-zero cleaning I did this weekend included sweeping the floor, cleaning the sink, wiping down the kitchen cabinets, good job to me.

The connection between non-zero and hope

This amazing thought via a dance acquaintance:

“Finding hope is an important ambition these days, with the world on fire…”

So true, put it on a poster, graffiti it on buildings.

Finding hope is an important ambition, and for me, non-zero and all related practices of do less but do something, exist on the winding path towards hope.

What else would help?

What else would help?

In addition to all the powers of non-zero, I am also calling (in, on, up) all superpowers of…

patience
I play the long game
slow & steady wins the race, and either way: slow & steady
the cowboy abides
the clues are invited to the party (I only have to invite them)
loving clarity
there’s time
putting my faith in a tiny walk
what if slow is powerful
what if a little helps more than I think it will…

What else is or can be slow and powerful

Walking, cooking, baking, journaling, training…

Taking an entire day to make a pot of delicious Tunisian beans with braised spinach and onions for the week, letting them soften until they are impossibly delicious.

Yes, we are back to the slow motion montage, to chop wood, carry water, write words. One step and then the next step…

Not alone. Not empty. Non-zero.

Speaking of slow is powerful…

I was listening to the Samara Joy cover of Someone Like You

And it is sooo slow.

And I Need You To Turn To, Arik Einstein covering Elton John, which is slow in a different way.

What else is slow?

What else is slow, in a good way? Magic, hope, strength-building, spell-casting.

Salt, water, garlic, onion, whatever helps.

Walking for three minutes, heating water for tea, listening to a song, whatever helps.

Outside of time

Process, healing, rehabilitation, moving through time after a traumatic experience, or through an ongoing traumatic experience. Slow, but also: outside of time.

Non-zero progress can translate to big gains in this not-in-time space. And so we continue, one small symbolic step and the next, as indicated.

What appeals? What is small and doable? Let’s start there. I’m with you.

Small but important thank-yous

Thank you to Marisa, my wise mathematician friend, who brought non-zero into my vocabulary.

Thank you to Holly for reminding me that non-zero is powerful magic, whether I remember that or not.

Thank you to Amanda for reminding me that the big list of what is still undone is not a helpful thing to fall asleep to, when I can instead celebrate each non-zero win from my day.

And thank you to everyone who reads what I write here, you are the reason I sit down to write non-zero words and think non-zero thoughts so that we can play with them together and on our own.

Non-zero gratitude, and then a whole heartful, isn’t that beautiful? I think so too.

What are your wishes?

What are your wishes? I am lighting a candle for them, and for your own investigative process, and whatever treasures are revealed from the act of wishing.

Oh wow, what beautiful wishes. I love to wish wishes with you.

Thank you, everyone who reads, thank you to porch breaths, to the winding path, to all the many clues that land when they land, to receptivity, and to the tiny hope sparks that we keep cultivating, one breath at a time.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

You are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, or anything that helped or anything on your mind. Wishes you are wishing.

Or anything you’d like to toss into the wishing pot, the healing power of the collective is no small thing, companionship always helps.

You can wish any wishes that come to mind (come to heart?), or echo “Oh wow, what beautiful wishes!” for my wishes or anyone else’s.

I’m happy you’re here with me.

Bonus question

I’m making progress on bonus material about how I relate to time and map out my quarters, let me know if there anything you want to know more about specifically? Drop any questions or thoughts here…

Anyone who gives to Barrington’s Discretionary (see below) will get these by email as soon as I finish editing, I hope soon.

A request

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously. Working on some stuff to offer this coming year, but between traumatic brain injury recovery & Long Covid, slow going.

I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, it all helps with fixing the many broken things.

And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share this with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it and you so much. ❤️

The Fluent Self