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.

chic czech chicken checks in, off, out!

Friday chicken

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

Hello, Friday: we are here.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

Thank you, week!

This is the 386th week in a row we are chickening here together….

or “checking in”, if you prefer to enunciate.

What worked this week?

Landing time.

I knew the return from operation ruby jewel would be a tough/interesting transition, and wisely didn’t schedule much of anything, outside of one meeting and one dance lesson.

Kept the focus to staying inward, in all senses, on the couch by the fire with candles, doing as little as possible. I mean, within the confines of Life Stuff and How Is There Always More Work and Oh Right The Game Is Rigged, but to the extent that I could do less and not-respond, that’s what I did, and it helped.

The Fluent Self calendar.

Each time I got tangled up in my stuff this week (and this happened a lot), I’d pause by the calendar on wall and breathe, taking in the reminder to TREASURE MORE, brushing my fingertip across the superpower of Receptive To Incoming Good Surprises.

And then things were better.

I can already feel the wild magic of the incoming Year of Doors, and have been sitting with next year’s calendar touching the pages and listening to the different doors and admiring the beautiful portals waiting for me.

Next time I might…

Not push.

Easier said than done, and yet maybe if I keep saying it, the wisdom of this will sink in when I’m ready to receive it.

Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…

The Hibernating Wanderer Who Wants To Be A Wandering Hibernator.

If you feel drawn to comment on aspects of my week, I will take love, hearts, breaths, pebbles — I do not need advice or cheering up, though presence and sweetness are always welcome

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Oh it is dark and cold with freezing rain and bitter wind, and this is not for me. I do not want to winter here. I want out. A breath for warmth and comfort that is also a seed for a new way to do this season.
  2. I miss the sea and I miss dancing and I miss being actively on a mission. Of course I am still investigating the mysteries and intel revealed on operation Ruby Jewel, but I miss that feeling of being immersed in a project. A breath for me.
  3. Agreed to something I shouldn’t have agreed to, because I did not fully understand what was involved, and wound up in a WUSIT situation (WUSIT = What Unsovereign Shit Is This). A breath for wearing my crown, for clarity and untangling.
  4. THE VOID. As Rumi says, “This being human is a guest house / Every morning a new arrival / A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor / Welcome and entertain them all!” My guest this week was the void, and there is nothing to do with the void but sit with it and make two cups of tea, one for it and one for you, and wait and listen and Not Push. I didn’t want the void. I wanted pleasure and dance and anticipation and giddiness and other things that were not the void. But the void was the guest, and I had to wait it out and welcome what was. A breath for slowly getting better at remembering: I am not the void, I am having an interaction with the void, and the void will give me what I need when I don’t try to shut it out.
  5. I have a conundrum and do not know how to solve it. Nearly all the things I thought were yes for me are actually no, but the new yeses have not yet arrived, so it requires enormous trust to say no to things that sort-of fit, without knowing what will be. A breath for trusting.
  6. A long-time ritual ended this week, and it was the right time, and everything ends, and I am okay, and also I am wondering what things will be like on the other side, and what my new ritual will be and if I will be able to sustain it without going to the usual place for it. A breath for safe passage.
  7. Questions about home and place and what/where is the right one for me to be. A breath for perfect simple solutions revealing themselves in right timing.
  8. Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. 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.

  1. Having a knowledgeable person take a look at my complicated overwhelming project and declare it to be “delightfully doable” in her eyes, that was very reassuring. A breath for beautiful perspective.
  2. Still in awe of all the treasure from operation Ruby Jewel, and everything I learned. A breath for wonder, and for being a grand adventuress.
  3. Dance epiphany! Something all my teachers have been trying to explain to me for a year finally landed this morning in my body and I got it. A breath of DELIGHT.
  4. The three things I was most worried about before my trip now do not worry me even slightly, so I am holding this in my heart and trusting that the current worries will go through the same process. A breath for remembering this.
  5. Through a combination of miracles and extreme determination, managed to pull off a wildly unlikely caper and hit a hilarious goal I didn’t think could be reached before [arbitrary external deadline], and won an equally arbitary prize. And all of this was FUN, and I learned that I find it enormously invigorating to pull this off . A breath for nailing it, and for all this good intel about what motivates me.
  6. Woke up with an understanding that there is a less complicated way of doing the thing I want and not doing the things I don’t want. This is good. A breath for the superpower of With The Greatest Of Ease.
  7. Treasure in my life in the form of steamed milk, the right bus, warm spicy food, friends who know what to say, piles of blankets, knowing all timing is right timing. A hand-on-heart breath of wonder for the good in my life.
  8. Thankfulness. 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!

I took some steps on Operation Shed Shed Shed this week and learned that only part of it is what I want, so now taking some time to regroup. Operation Ruby Jewel led me to the 999 Mission, which is the best thing I have ever come up with. Panther Time is helping. Chocolate is being Melted. Next steps in motion for the Fountaining op. Sweet Honey is on the back burner. Thank you, fractal flowers.

I now bestow upon myself a quintillion sparklepoints, like a Fairground Stripper, and you are welcome to do the same for you.

Or if you don’t do numbers (even fake ones), an endless cascading fountaining abundance of sparklepoints

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for Treasure Breath, and I have ben playing with this. I also had the marvelous superpowers — just in time, too! — of There Has To Be A Better Way, and Suddenly With The Greatest Of Ease, and I want more of those. Oh, and the power of checking things off the list, see the title of this week’s chicken.

Powers I want.

The power of Wildly Glamorous Even In Sweatpants and Striding Towards My Yes.

The Salve of Everything With The Greatest Of Ease.

These invisible salves are distributed here by way of internet magic. Help yourself! Take it in a bath, as tea, a cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.

Of course the Greatest of Ease is also the Greatest of Es, so all the good E-words live inside of this salve:

Entry, Expansiveness, Emerging, Echoing, Embarking, Endeavors, Excitement, Effervescence…

When this salve touches my skin, it is easier for me to do things like treasure myself and trust in right timing and meet the moment that is instead of the moment I think should be.

This is a softening salve and a quieting salve, and it awakens an entirely different kind of trust than anything you’ve known before. This is the salve that allows you to welcome things, Rumi-style, and also to let them go.

When I do things With The Greatest Of Ease, I stop pushing and go take a Very Intentional Nap, very clear that doing this is seeding ease, and that I will wake up and know something I didn’t know before.

My favorite thing about this salve is the soft sigh that happens when I’m wearing it. One of the dance teachers I studied with on ruby jewel said about practicing chaine turns, “you don’t need so much energy, do it with a small exhale, as if you’re throwing a frisbee a very short distance”. This salve elicits that kind of lightness: oh right, I don’t need to work so hard, I can just to let this happen instead of trying to make it happen….

Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!

My brother and I make up bands, which are all just one guy. The Meme Beach House is the venue.

just-one-guy

This week’s band is:

Henchmen Abound

Their latest album is Commence The Montage, and actually this band is just one guy.

Photo taken just for us in Lubbock, TX by Jesse — thank you!

ANNOUNCEMENT!

The gorgeous and extremely magical 2016 calendars are ready — The Year Of Doors! — and I believe there are not too many left. You can find yours here. The password: sweetdoors

How was your week?

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

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

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

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

Shabbat shalom.

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

here, now

very personal ads

I write a Very Personal Ad (also known as a Vision of Possibility & Anticipation) each week to practice wanting, listening, getting clear on my desires

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 336th consecutive week of wishing, come play!

here, now

I have just returned from twelve delicious days of
sun, sea, and sleeping in,
exploring the southern reaches
primarily through napping
deep internal exploration into sweet blissful quiet
and [here, now] everything is cold, dark and rainy

an odd sensation
wanting two things at once

this rushing pulsing urgency to act
aching desire to break down fences
bound over anything in my way
in order to take off for points south
not slowing until the sun warms me again
and my panther body feels the invitation to slow
to a graceful prowl

and, also, yes, the equally powerful pull
to hibernate and hide in bed
for as long as it takes until
spring comes
and the scent returns

what does this need?

as always
as in all things
ACKNOWLEDGMENT & LEGITIMACY
because this the basis for self-fluency and
also the door:
it’s how we find our way back
to compassion, presence, love, all the good stuff

I call on my wise wild selves to whisper truth
to channel the compassion I could glow so easily
for a friend going through this
and forget to offer myself:

of course this makes sense
of course this is an understandable valid reaction
to the combination of the elements at play
[cold] + [transition] + [endings] + [season]
not to mention all the very extenuating circumstances
and the very legitimate ways that now might be reminding us of then
even though
Now Is Not Then

truth truth truth

no matter how much now looks like then
now is now

and, at the same time, acknowledgment and legitimacy:
it’s okay that we forget this
it’s okay that we forget truth
that’s what life is about,
forgetting and remembering, forgetting and re-remembering

you’re doing great, my love
look at you, being human
you’re totally nailing it!
yes, you forgot and remembered, you forgot and
will remember again
it’s okay, this is exactly how this works
you are safe
and I love you

I want to tell you about ruby jewel

I learned so much during operation ruby jewel
my twelve day adventure in the sun and in dreamland

though these days turned out to be the entryway,
the anteroom to ruby jewel
because this mission is much larger
more encompassing (that’s a compass joke!)
than I had anticipated

mainly I want to tell you things I learned about jewels
and about glowing
and maybe laugh about some of it

for example, the funny part

I planted two wishes here while I was gone:
1) what do I want to reflect, and 2) rooting for love

of course it turned out that what I want to reflect is LIGHT
and jewels reflect light
and light needs to be grounded (aka rooted)
because it is being conducted
through me

so reflecting and rooting,
as it turns out,
are the secret keys to being a jewel!
I wished them into being
not even knowing why I needed them
it’s so perfect and hilarious

twelve days, named

if you have ever worked with one of the
fluent self calendars
then you know how wildly sweetly disruptively magical it is
to invoke qualities with time

so here are the names of each day of the op
each name received in the morning of that day
and each one full of unexpected treasure

confident about doors
jewel heart
clear easy grounded
internal glow
to embark
when I am a jewel
glowing freedom
internal star access
in search of freedom
glow levels: enhance
FREEDOM CALLS
a jewel returns

if you wish to try the powerful and full-of-sweet-surprises life practice of naming, the Year of Doors calendars are here and they are absolutely breathtaking — password: sweetdoors

what did I learn about light and jewels?

GLOW MORE TREASURE
means being a conduit for light
and conducting light through the jewel
that is you

this is mainly about Presence
I mean, yes, most things are mainly about Presence
but think about how a moment
(or a dance, for example)
is immediately altered
when you are fully engaged with
intention and intensity —
there for the whole experience

then…

then, from this clear committed engagement
thinking about and streaming my light
asking it to be there
(remembering that it is there whether I can
feel it or not has the same effect as turning on light)

next, being deliberate and deliciously panther-like
in both movement and actions
sending yourself into motion
from this gyroscope jewel in your center

and, of course, choosing towards
that which enhances your light
and your ability to glow and to perceive your glow;
choosing away from everything which does not

intentionally doing things that bring you pleasure
that help you cultivate your
easy relaxed joy

this is the intel I received for me,
I do not know if it is is also for you,
sharing it in case it has clues or sparks

presence

presence is tricky
beautifully mysteriously tricky
and not only because the game is rigged
in every possible way to keep us disconnected
from ourselves and from now

many times on operation ruby jewel
I caught myself looking wistfully at my traveling companion
bracing myself for the impending disruptive goodbye:
knowing in two days time
a plane would take off for thailand without me
while I would go north to say a different goodbye
to my beautiful home

instead of HERE, NOW
this beautiful moment which is treasure
trusting that future moments will deliver
future treasure,
and that I am held in safety, sweetness and love
knowing that my only job is to
glow more, glow wild,
and trust

yes, to be HERE, NOW

with quiet passionate intention and intensity
if this moment is a door, any door, all the doors,
and I am free to walk through it,
then let’s choose joyful ones

choosing doors

for example, the door of acknowledgment and legitimacy for what is
including acknowledgment and legitimacy
for every moment of drifting away from now
every moment of sorrow-longing-despair-resistance
and wishing things were other than they are

presence means also being present with the not-being-present
and present with noticing if I am blaming myself for that
and present with blaming myself for the blaming
glowing compassion all the way to the root

let’s choose the door of compassion
let’s choose the door of turning inward to my thank-you heart
and the door of I Want To Be Here Now
the door of I Am Changing This Moment By How I Am In It

and sometimes a door is a series of doors, like the door of All Feelings Are Legitimate, Even The Ones I Don’t Like, and Also Not Liking Them Is Legitimate, and Not Liking That I Don’t Like Them Is Legitimate

glowing

here is what I know about glowing
as learned from being a jewel for twelve days:

  1. pass light (let light pass) through your jewel
  2. ground it (ground everything)
  3. PRESENCE (relaxed positive being infuses relaxed positive doing)
  4. extra compassion, self directed (run your light through yourself to glow inward before glowing outward, fasten your own mask before assisting others)
  5. hold things lightly (not too seriously, and also hold them in the light)

what do I know about my wish this week

my wish is to embody this
to live this to the best of my ability
with the keen awareness
that this shit is not easy

bold presence or whatever you want to call it means
more interaction with [pain-fear-doubt]
but also more interaction with joyful aliveness
deep powerful stuff

our entire culture is built around not doing this
it’s designed to distract/entice/hold-in-place
acquiesce to stagnation
whether in jobs, family, structures, relationships
(including our relationship with ourselves)

I feel passionately about doing the opposite of this
being engaged in this [here, now] moment
and my yes that is my yes in this moment
surrounding myself, encompassing myself
in the qualities of spirit that are my compass

North: TRUST
Northeast: RELAX
East: SHINE
Southeast: EXPAND
South: ANCHOR
Southwest: TREASURE
West: GLOW
Northwest: WILD

what do I know this?

nothing needs to be done
and so much is asking to be not-done
and undone, dismantled
through deep breathing, presence and wild intentional not-doing

the best way for me to stay in the compass
is to breathe, pause, notice, laugh
forgive myself over and over for being human
and forgetting truth

naming things and
repeating the names
and giving things new magical names
saying I AM HERE NOW
and I am here
and I am here

may it be so!

now

Lars reminded me that winter is good
for curling up by the fire
so I did that
and things got better

and then Steve reminded me that dodging winter
is actually a perfectly expected move
for an eccentric wanderer like me

so [here, now] is good
and choosing a new [here, now] for soon/later is good

and now-now has tea and cushions
and breathing sweet breaths
which I now know
is another way of circulating light
through jewels
and through me

superpower of receptive to all incoming good surprises.

December - Treasure More december on the 2015 fluent self calendar is TREASURE MORE, with the superpower of receptive to all incoming good surprises

glowing light through (internal) jewels
is a good practice for month of treasure and treasuring

I am receptive to all incoming good surprises
and everything that comes from [here, now]
and from saying yes to doors
and to sweetness

thank you, past-me, for putting this
on the calendar

last week’s wishes

I wished a wish about rooting for love

and I learned that the best way to root
is to send and receive from the earth
and to do this with light
in order to be more here, more now
which is the next piece

thank you, process of writing about wishes, and thank you, me who asked

invitation: come play with me…

you are invited to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share 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 of the sea

Friday chicken

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

Hello, Friday: we are here.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

Thank you, week!

This is the 385th week in a row we are chickening here together….

or “checking in”, if you prefer to enunciate.

What worked this week?

Not having access to internet.

Oh glorious quiet headspace.

I mean, I spend very little time online anyway, but this was just the best.

And I was by the sea and so this is the chicken of the sea, a little canned joke for anyone in the loop.

Next time I might…

Let things take time.

Ha, yes, well.

Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…

It’s All Better In The Sun, Ocean Girl.

If you feel drawn to comment on aspects of my week, I will take love, hearts, breaths, pebbles — I do not need advice or cheering up, though presence and sweetness are always welcome

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. This week is Hannuka and I am away. Missing the ritual of being home with R and making latkes and lighting candles and feeling cozy and cheery and full of song. And after ten years of living together we are parting ways, so who knows when next this happens? A breath for treasuring ritual.
  2. Hahahaha how did I not anticipate the total exhaustion that would result from a three day dance retreat with dancing until six a.m.? Hahahahah how did I not anticipate the DOUBLE exhaustion that would result from doing this during moon retreat. Wondering if/when I am going to become someone who takes better care of herself. A breath for the monsters who worry, and a breath for highly sensitive but also high-sensation-seeking me who loves adventure so much that sometimes she overdoes things.
  3. Learning how to treasure myself. Like all secret missions and grand adventures, this is not always easy. A breath for simple solutions and ease-filled resolution.
  4. Big questions. A breath for turning inward and letting them be asked.
  5. Big answers and wild epiphanies that are shaking things up. A breath for trusting.
  6. [Silent retreat]. And also I don’t want Operation Ruby Jewel to end, and it ends this weekend. A breath for love-more, trust-more, and yes, everything ends, and yes, all is well.
  7. I want-need a cozy nest to land in on my return, and I am still waiting to find out what and where that might be. A breath for perfect simple solutions revealing themselves in right timing.
  8. Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. 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.

  1. All the challenging work I did in November on developing and embodying the superpower of Glow More is totally paying off, because I am glowing so hard and so clear and with such grace and ease. This feels like a miracle, and it is, but also I want to remember how hard I worked on this. A breath of wonder and delight and LIGHT, of course.
  2. Even if I am missing the usual hannuka celebrations, I am still enjoying all the superpowers of this holiday: Dedication and Rededicating, Lights and Lightness, Miracles of All Sizes, Delicious Fried Food. A breath for awe, and light.
  3. Dance magic all week long again. A breath of cascading joy-sparks.
  4. Operation Ruby Jewel! A breath for this big magic.
  5. Lusciousness. Love. Sweetness. Escape. Hope. Wonder. Delight. Pleasure. A breath for all this smiling.
  6. There are doors to what I want. This is good. A breath for this!
  7. Treasure in my life in the form of outrageous sunsets, long walks, sunshine, dance training, live music, entertaining karaoke (not me!), sleeping in, luxurious napping, delicious food, being beautifully cared for, and writing in a window seat. A hand-on-heart breath of wonder for the good in my life
  8. Thankfulness. 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!

Operation Ruby Jewel is in progress and it is big magic. All other ops are simmering on the back burner until I return. Panther Time and the Melting Chocolate mission are still in play. When I return, we will see how I feel about the Fountaining op, Sweet Honey and Shed Shed Shed. Thank you, fractal flowers.

I now bestow upon myself a quintillion sparklepoints, like a Fairground Stripper, and you are welcome to do the same for you.

Or if you don’t do numbers (even fake ones), an endless cascading fountaining abundance of sparklepoints

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for the superpower of easy positive relaxed sexy confidence, and it is here!

Powers I want.

Treasure Breath. That is, living by the words of poet Fred LaMotte:

“Don’t imagine that breathing is something you do just to stay alive. Breath has a secret purpose. Each inhalation whispers the most beautiful name to every cell in your body.”

The Salve of Sitting by The Sea.

These invisible salves are distributed here by way of internet magic. Help yourself! Take it in a bath, as tea, a cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.

I spent most of this week sitting by the sea, and it was absolutely wonderful. This salve brings both the sensation/sense-memory of this as well as the superpowers.

When I rub it into my skin, I feel:

Expansiveness, Shelter, Awe, Wonder, Possibility, Calm, Mesmerized By Greatness, Wondrous Depth, Holy Holiness. And of course deep thrilling inspiration.

December is the month of Treasure More, and self-treasuring, and sitting by the sea is like an encapsulating image for both of these. This salve makes this process easier, it allows for a slowing down, deliberate movement, deliberate resting, opening to horizons and expansiveness, noticing the beautiful shifting patterns of the light, both inside of you and in your environment. It invites you to repattern, and to breathe like you have never breathed before.

This is another glow salve, and a secret sovereignty salve, and it goes deep. Enjoy.

Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!

My brother and I make up bands, which are all just one guy. The Meme Beach House is the venue.

just-one-guy

This week’s band is:

Hilariously Inaccurate Predictions

Their latest album is Suddenly Picnic, and actually this band is just one guy.

Photo taken just for us in Lubbock, TX by Jesse — thank you!

ANNOUNCEMENT!

The gorgeous and extremely magical 2016 calendars are ready — The Year Of Doors! — and I believe there are not too many left. You can find yours here. The password: sweetdoors

How was your week?

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

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

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

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

Shabbat shalom.

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

rooting for love

very personal ads

I write a Very Personal Ad (also known as a Vision of Possibility & Anticipation) each week to practice wanting, listening, getting clear on my desires

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 335th consecutive week of wishing, come play!

meaning

my love for double-meanings is well-documented
and here we have a triple-meaning
rooting for love

  • rooting like searching/digging
  • rooting like grounding/anchoring
  • rooting like cheering for and cheering on, being an ally

let’s look at these

(1) rooting for love in all the wrong places…?

the idea of searching for love is funny
because the moment I begin to dig for it
is the moment after the moment
of forgetting that it lives within me
and is already here
in my heart and my heart-breath

so the search isn’t so much a search as it is
a remembering
a revealing
a softening into what is there
and cannot ever be lost

if I think someone else
(for example, my beautiful lover who had to leave)
is the source of love for me
this is a very serious misunderstanding

go back to source

source is source
a person is not source, just a temporary delivery mechanism
glowing source-love for you

you might have to say goodbye to them
but you never have to say goodbye to source or source-love
you can always return to source

and even when yes, this particular delivery vehicle was
wildly sexy, endlessly sweet,
and even as I still lose myself in waves of sadness about this parting
love is not lost to me
love is mine
it is found at the source

in my heart and heart-breath
turning inward and remembering
breathing down to the root

see? back to the root in rooting for love

(2) rooting into love, into the earth

rooting as grounding
rooting as anchor
all the way down

being the tree whose roots go as deep into the earth
as the tree is tall above the earth
a mirror reflection of itself
and interconnected network of magic and connection

I used to not like rooting
it felt too much like stuck
and I wanted to be free (bird vs tree)

but now it feels peaceful and steadying
to come up from the earth and be wonderfully held

so when I root for love
(when I root, I root for…)
I am rooting myself, grounding myself into steadiness, for love
so that I can be more receptive to love
both the receiving and the glowing
glowing love in much the way that trees whisper love
if you pause to listen
or even if you don’t

my roots are love
and love is the root of my quiet revolution
(these are my roots)

(3) rooting for love, with pompoms

an aerobic cheer squad
cheering love on
wanting love to knock one out of the park
loving love no matter what the score
and so on

I am the ally of love
I am actively allying myself with love
we are in a love alliance
me and love, love and me
going on missions, having adventures, sailing off into sunsets
as the credits roll

what else is root

root like square root,
things that can be multiplied by themselves
like love, for example

root like root vegetables, which store energy
I am someone who usually needs to disperse energy,
but I like the idea of these grounded things
(bulbs and tubers) that contain enough for later
winter means warm delicious things roasting in the oven
crackling on their metal tray

up

I just looked up and straight in front of me
is a piece of art that used to live at my retreat center
it shows a tall sturdy tree with the most wildly colorful
multi-story treehouse in its branches

except the trunk of the tree is underwater
and appears to be growing out of a submarine
that rests on the sea floor

you get the sense that the submarine is moving
and it is not entirely clear how one is meant to
climb the ladder into the tree house
but it doesn’t matter
the image is buoyant and magical and sweet
it suggests a home you can carry with you
rooting like nesting

I want to carry my home with me

I want to carry my home with me
beautifully contained
be my own roots

as Agent Sloan said so perfectly
a travel nest is not like a turtle with a shell
it is contained spaciousness
that holds you for the duration of the voyage

like the box in the dream but not like the box in the dream

the box in the dream

nineteen years ago I moved across the world
for the first time (out of three, so far)
alone
petrified
deep in the uncertainty of the uncertainty

one night, not long before I embarked,
a dream: I was asleep inside of a long cardboard box
like a refrigerator box
not cramped at all, but not particularly spacious either
I was tucked into layers of patchwork quilts
which lined the inside of the box
and the box was sailing across the Atlantic Ocean
steering itself somehow

for a moment, inside the dream,
dream-me woke up, terrified
but then I noticed that I was not wet
the box was not sinking nor especially buffeted by the waves
and then D was there with me stroking my hair
and I immediately calmed, like drifting into a trance state
and fell asleep
soothed by the rise and fall rhythm of the water
and the knowledge that there was nothing for me to do
until I got to wherever the box was headed
completely peaceful

it was a beautiful dream

maybe even the best dream I’ve ever had
sometimes even now when I’m drifting off to sleep
I can conjure up that deep contentment;
that full body knowing that ALL IS WELL
in my sailing cardboard box of blankets
even if from the outside it looks precarious

a few weeks later D was in town
and I told him about the dream
he said of course
he said that before you move countries
it seems like stepping into a black hole
utter madness
but when you do it, you realize
it’s just walking through a door
and your life past the door is not really all that different
from your life prior to the door,
it’s just on the other side of the door now

it isn’t an abrupt stopping of how things are
it’s a continuation of how things are
with some new elements

root home

now I am getting ready to leave my home of the last
seven years
and my housemate of the last ten years
and I don’t know where I’m going

I know where I think I will be come summer
but in between is still a mystery
like a cardboard box boat on the ocean
and there is a lot of in between
stretching out

before my lover had to leave
we had sweet tentative growing-seed-plans for adventuring
all uprooted now

but those dreams were not (are not) source
source is in me
at the source
so I cannot lose my roots and my rootedness

I need an upgraded version of the cardboard box
something even better than a submarine treehouse
a portable round house
a root home

what does this look like

home on the road
home on the ocean
my roots with me
(for love)

the coziest caravan nest
but what do I know about this

a number of generous-hearted friends
who know my history
have offered me a guest room
or house-sitting or cat-sitting gigs
a few weeks here, a month there
my heart expands with love
I feel so fortunate
and so loved
(now is not then)

but I do not know what my cozy transitioning nest
looks like
let’s ask incoming me

she:

the more anchored you are in yourself
the easier this will be
breathe (down to the root)
say what you want
say what you really want

when you want travel choose travel
when you want hibernation, choose that
go deep in yourself and inquire about
which you might want when

listen (with great love) to your yes
and let it know that you will honor it
be ablaze with PRESENCE

and yes, back to beautiful less
because you need to be able to move
in great lightness

be your own home
be wildly at home
and trust the doors that welcome you
in this year of doors
which will echo and reverberate
welcoming

password: sweetdoors

what do I want?

I asked this question every day throughout my Shmita experiment
what do I want

I want to feel at home in myself and
at home in the world
I want a door that I can close and be
as alone as I need to be
and safe houses, internal and external

I want to dance-write-dream-rest
into clarity
and hear what is next

the coziest sweater
wonderful quiet
time to reflect
and remember
whispered truth in my body
reverberating and glowing

what do I know about my wish this week

it is a wish about the relationship between
being held (home) and being held (love) and being held (source)
and being for myself
rooting for myself,
do you see

and it is a wish about going all the way down
with incredible trust in
the grace of this experience

may it be so!

now

I am on the ocean
I am rooting for love
and soaking up sunshine energy to
store for later

breathing freedom
asking for the right doors to show themselves to me
asking for the me who knows how to say yes to one door
and no to another door
to come up from the root
strong and powerful and sure
with her superpower of easy relaxed sexy confidence
because she trusts the process of growing
and the process of surfacing
and she knows about treasure

superpower of receptive to all incoming good surprises.

December - Treasure More december (on the 2015 fluent self calendar) is TREASURE MORE, with the superpower of receptive to all incoming good surprises

I find it delightful
(this was completely unplanned)
that Operation Ruby Jewel
coincided with a month of treasure and treasuring

and I can feel last month’s powers of GLOW MORE
and not-dimming-my-spark
helping me learn what I need to learn
about the me who knows how to treasure things
and be treasured
and find the treasure

thank you, past-me, for putting this
on the calendar

last week’s wishes

I wished a wish about reflecting, and what I want to reflect…

and now here I am on the water
the perfect place for reflecting
(both in the sense of ruminating and light hitting water)

rooting for love
and loving the roots
might even be the answer to the question of
what do I want to reflect

thank you, process of writing about wishes, and thank you, me who asked

invitation: come play with me…

you are invited to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share 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 dances in the dark

Friday chicken

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

Hello, chicken: we are here.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

Thank you, week!

This is the 384th week in a row we are chickening here together….

or “checking in”, if you prefer to enunciate.

What worked this week?

Provisioning

Last-week me went all Barrington on my life and set up everything I needed for Operation Ruby Jewel, including a much-needed haircut, and the Magical Bag of Traveling Light (double meaning).

Next time I might…

Ask for support

Yes, that.

Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…

If It’s Worth Listening To, It’s Worth Listening To On Repeat.

If you feel drawn to comment on aspects of my week, I will take love, hearts, breaths, pebbles — I do not need advice or cheering up, though presence and sweetness are always welcome

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Running around taking care of things. There is so much going on in my life right now. A breath for breathing.
  2. Anxiety-tinged anticipation. Wondering if this thing I have been longing for is actually in line with my True Yes. Is it possible to be someone who lives by X and play with people who live by Not-X? Lots of unanswered questions that can’t actually be answered. A breath for patience, trust, and knowing that all I have to do is be and listen.
  3. Travel. It’s intense. A breath of glow-more and remembering the superpower of All Doors Open For Me (not just the automatic ones at the airport).
  4. Perceived obligations. A breath for glowing my glow despite this.
  5. Big transition, big change. A breath for love-more, trust-more.
  6. Navigating the Rigged Game while everyone in my life acts like this is just how things are and have always been. A breath for clear seeing.
  7. I want-need a cozy nest to land in and I don’t know where it is yet. A breath for deep trust, and for asking.
  8. Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. 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.

  1. Dancing with Marjorie Friday night at her blues fusion dance. She used me in the class demo. It was hot. And I got to dance with her TWICE. A breath of dance-joy and steamy blues magic.
  2. My wish about glowingly radiant boundaries came true when I stopped a dance the second someone said something inappropriate, without hesitation and also without anger. Just with the strong clear knowing that I never need to dance with this person again. It’s funny, I don’t think of myself at all as someone with “low self-esteem”, but when I suddenly acted with such beautiful immediacy in support of my well-being and my dance-joy, it became VERY CLEAR what it is like to be someone who holds herself in wonderfully high esteem, and I understood. There are entirely different levels of self-respect and clarity, and this is some new powerful territory, and I feel good about this. A breath for glowing my glow, and how amazing it is to trust this.
  3. Dance magic all week long. Blues night, country two step, west coast swing, waltz brunch and now I am deeply immersed in a weekend of intense dance training and intense everything. A breath of cascading joy-sparks.
  4. Operation Ruby Jewel! It’s here! I AM HERE. A breath for this is the mission and this is right.
  5. Being exactly where I want to be. A breath of thankfulness.
  6. Sweet sweet sweet anticipation, and sweet sweet sweet arriving and sweet sweet sweet love. A breath for this!
  7. Treasure in my life in the form of beautiful surprises, getting what I asked for, getting not-what-I-asked-for, being held in love, speaking truth, knowing what I want, sunshine, hiding in the dark. A hand-on-heart breath of wonder for the good in my life
  8. Thankfulness. 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!

Operation Ruby Jewel is in progress and it is big. All other ops are simmering on the back burner until I return. Panther Time and the Melting Chocolate mission are still in play. When I return, we will see how I feel about the Fountaining op, Sweet Honey and Shed Shed Shed. Thank you, fractal flowers.

I now bestow upon myself a quintillion sparklepoints, like a Fairground Stripper, and you are welcome to do the same for you.

Or if you don’t do numbers (even fake ones), an endless cascading fountaining abundance of sparklepoints

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for the superpower of wild self-treasuring, and I had lovely moments of that. I also had the superpower of Gracefully Striding, taking a graceful stride of faith instead of a leap of the same.

Powers I want.

Easy positive relaxed sexy confidence.

The Salve of Dancing In The Dark.

These invisible salves are distributed here by way of internet magic. Help yourself! Take it in a bath, as tea, a cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.

This is another wonderful December salve, as we ease into the month of Treasure More. Let’s treasure this.

Dancing in the dark is made of Turning Inward, Trust, Grounded Presence, Deep Flow, and the superpower of Really Feeling The Ground.

It’s a salve of internally connected: to yourself, your body, the space around you and the space inside of you.

This salve may result in losing something only to find a better version of it, sensual delight, magic, and full-body smiling.

It comes with candles, and it glows.

Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!

My brother and I make up bands, which are all just one guy. The Meme Beach House is the venue.

just-one-guy

This week’s band is:

Imagine Commas

Their latest album is Head South Again, and get this, it turns out the band is just one guy.

Photo taken just for us in Lubbock, TX by Jesse — thank you!

ANNOUNCEMENT!

The gorgeous and extremely magical 2016 calendars are ready — The Year Of Doors! — and I believe there are not too many left. You can find yours here. The password: sweetdoors

How was your week?

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

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

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

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

Shabbat shalom.

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

The Fluent Self