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….

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.

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.

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.

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!

This week’s band is:

Hilariously Inaccurate Predictions

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

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.

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!

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

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

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 (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

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

♡

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….

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

Hello, chicken: we are here.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

Thank you, week!

This is the 383rd week in a row we are chickening here together….

What worked this week?

WWAWD

All week I have been imagining/remembering that I am a panther, and it turned out that doing things as a panther is a very useful way to do them.

For example, when the laundry basket was waiting for me to do something with it, and I was siting on the couch looking at it with zero desire to move, I asked What Would A Wild Do, meaning what would one of my wild selves do, and my wild panther self was like, WILD PASSION INTENSITY!

So I stood up and thought-glowed the words WILD PASSION INTENSITY LAUNDRY! And suddenly it was all handled and I was taking care of business.

And now we are going to chicken. WILD PASSION INTENSITY CHICKEN! Like that.

Next time I might…

Wish more wishes and [silent retreat]

Double meaning. I will silent retreat on what I might do next time AND next time I might just employ silent retreat, which is funny, because I don’t speak anyway, but what I mean by that is Interact Less in all forms.

Upcoming biopic if it were based on this week…

Whatever Has Hot Peppers In It Sounds Good To Me

8 breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

1. Misunderstanding. I loathe being misunderstood. A breath for clarity, presence and trust that my true intention will be received.
2. The beautiful boy who is far away was even more AWOL than ever, if possible. I would like to be over this already, and I am not, and that is just how it is right now. A breath for ease and releasing, and a wish for real connection, and people in my life who can actually be available for that.
3. I woke up in the middle of the night and I had lost my yes. And, related, some things I thought might be fun for me this week were not fun at all. A breath of trust, it’s there even when I can’t see it or say it.
4. Perceived obligations. A breath for glowing my glow despite this.
5. I still do not like American Thanksgiving. I do not like being alone on the sudden-ghost-town streets, and the memories this conjures up. I do not like any of it. A breath for presence and love for me who went through all the hard things once upon a time.
6. The Game is still so ridiculously Rigged. Tiny symbolic example: it took me until yesterday to actually make soup with the soup stock I made on Saturday, in case you were wondering, and that is just one example of how there is just so much doing to be done, so much more doing than can be done, and our world is broken in a thousand different ways, and there are so many challenges in opting out, in finding new ways. A breath for clear seeing.
7. I don’t know where I’m going to live until my shed is ready, and this is bringing up so much old pain and fear, and I do not have yes about any of the options for in between, and really needing a perfect simple solution to raise its hand so I can see it. 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. Knowing how distressing American Thanksgiving is — for me — helped a lot, so I wasn’t taken by surprise this year. I did things that help (candles, coziness, being around people in ways that I don’t actually need to interact with them! ) and avoided everything that does not help (the internet!). I did cheesy 80s aerobics with happy people, and went to brunch with Agent Sloan, where I was delighted to be interrupted by a text from the Vicar who was brunching across the room with Agent Galaxy. And then hid for the rest of the day in a safe house that featured a very soft cat. This was good. Of course I missed the boy and thought about our cozy San Diego thanksgiving escape last year. But there have been worse years. Like, probably most years. This was exactly what I needed. A breath of thank-you to past me for everything she set up so that I could be wonderfully cared for on this day.
2. I think I might finally be done hating Country Two Step, it’s the one dance I’m allergic to other than samba (and, sadly, contra, though with contra I like the dance itself, it’s just being in a room full of talkative extroverts that does me in, I would totally do Silent Contra). Anyway, country two step is finally starting to make sense to me, and this is enormously exciting. Things can change. THINGS CAN CHANGE! I really needed a reminder of that this week. A breath for positive change, and for feeling positive in general.
3. A thing I thought might be pretty fun but wasn’t sure turned out to be EXTREMELY and DELICIOUSLY fun, almost impossibly high fun levels. A breath for things that knock your socks off with delight.
4. Guess what, I am here and I made it through all the hard things with flying colors, including a day of 7.5 hours of being around people (5 hours too many), family visit, inconsiderate guests who barged into my room while I was napping, etc. And I’m doing surprisingly great. Like, this all happened and I did not fall apart. I was expecting aftermath, but I’m miraculously okay. A breath of appreciation and inward admiration. Well done, Agent!
5. This week is RALLY, and Rally is big, big magic. It is shaking things up, but in exactly the way that they needed shaking. And the glowing is top rate. A breath of steady joy.
6. Even when things are hard, I am now able to be in the hard and still access the part of me who is fiercely in love with life, and this is beautiful. And on thanksgiving I was delighted to notice while skipping stones that I felt completely and utterly THANKFUL in every way. So here’s to subverting thanksgiving and reclaiming Actual Thankfulness. A breath for fierce love: this breath, thank you.
7. Treasure in my life in the form of delicious blues dancing, getting better at leading swing, peanut butter on everything (and then peanuts on top!), conversations with far-away friends, knowing what I want. 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 Panther Time and the Melting Chocolate mission are go. The Fountaining op is simmering. Operation Ruby Jewel is ready for take-off on Wednesday, and I set up a rendezvous upon my return — with an agent who has higher clearance — to figure out next steps on 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.

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for the superpower of remembering my glow, and it’s working! I also had the superpowers of Easy Positivity aka The Surprisingly Good Mood, Knowing What I Wanted And Not Second Guessing It Even When It Was Surprising, and Big Thankfulness.

Powers I want.

More panther superpowers. Wild pleasure, wild intensity, wild joy, wild self-treasuring.

The Salve of (Wild) Self-Treasuring.

This is a perfect salve to wear into December, the month of Treasure More.

The thing with self-care is people don’t realize it’s a starting point, not an end-point. I mean, I get it, when we are deep inside The Game Is Rigged, it is so challenging to do anything for ourselves, so: endless compassion for this.

This salve though is the bridge to understanding, deep in your body, that care is not only vitally important, it is the base minimum. We can apply care and then move from care into self-adoration, self-treasuring, self-welcoming, self-sweetening.

This salve is made of Warmth, Adoration, Mystery, Shelter, Tenderness, Lusciousness, shea butter, juniper berries and rubies. It glows, and it enhances your ability to glow, and not just to glow outwardly but inwardly, to glow qualities through your body.

As you rub it into your skin, you breathe into your glowing jewel-heart, and it’s no longer a question. Of course you are going to care for yourself beautifully to the best of your ability, as you are able, and of course you will be fine no matter what. This is how you treasure yourself. You are now able to do this, even though it maybe sounded a little intense when you picked up the jar.

It is intense, but it is also soft, welcoming, supportive. This is a secret Easing & Releasing salve, and if you keep it by the window, it will soak up some extra sun for you.

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

This week’s band is:

Temporary Calamity

Their latest album is Everyone Hits the Wall At Once and you probably heard them open for Additional Cultural Pressure on Thanksgiving. And get this, turns out the band is just one guy.

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.

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!