What we do here:

Work on our stuff. Dissolve stuck. Play. Experiment. Rewrite patterns. We take sometimes-heavy things* and we make them more fun, playful, manageable.

I also write about my conversations with walls and monsters, and what it's like to work on a pirate ship. Good times.

* Sometimes-heavy things include: mindfulness and presence, pain and trauma, business-growing, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity


chicken 422 / a week of balancing on things

Friday chicken

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

Hello, week: we are here.

Thank you, week. Thank you, space to reflect.

{a breath for being here when we get here}

This is week 422 of this ritual, and so we chicken.

Or check-in, if you prefer to enunciate.

What’s been working?

Change your place, change your luck. Feet on the ground.

I might try…

Asking for company.

Naming the days.

I name each day the night before and I love how names change things and also how they become incantations.

Ease of transition. When I put my house in order. Surprise good brew! New place new luck. Clarity lands. Circulating Light. Let’s do this.

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. External circumstances disrupting sleep and causing physical discomfort/distress. I get it, I’m being redirected. I see the door marked exit opening for me. But in the meantime, need rest and a bed that doesn’t hurt my back. Solutions, please! A breath.
  2. Examining my relationship with uncertainty: how much I crave it but also how small-me loses her footing and needs to be scooped up with love. Many mysteries here. A breath of presence.
  3. My entire childhood was spent believing we were about to move countries at any moment, which then never happened, and as an adult, I have a tendency to unconsciously operate by “hmmm I’ll believe it when I see it”. Unsurprisingly, making plans for adventuring from this mindset is difficult, and I am discovering so much trust-pain in my heart. Breathing for now is not then.
  4. A wistful wish: I want to live near friends and wander over to their house for tea like in tel aviv. Feeling sad and dissatisfied about this chopped up online life, everyone I care about is in a different time zone, busy with life-stuff, and we miss out on each other. And I see the pull of social media as a sort of substitute — snapshots of what people are seeing, thinking, hoping, eating, but it doesn’t work for me. I want to be out under the stars with the people I love. A breath.
  5. Things I do not like that are a regular part of my life right now: extreme heat, mosquitos, the migraine that apparently will not end until I restore my crown. Also, as always, sexism, everywhere and in all things, and the way it somehow never loses its power to deflate all the balloons in the parade, which of course is why it exists. All the -isms and unquestioned power structures. A breath for this.
  6. Situation that was already the worst has reached entirely new levels of What Fresh Hell Is This. I am hearing the no loud and clear but still don’t see the bridge. A breath for speedy, easy, inexpensive solutions.
  7. Sensory overwhelm making it so difficult to be in the world. A breath.
  8. Inhale, exhale. May all misunderstandings and distortions, internal and external, dissolve in love if not in laughter. May peacefulness prevail. Trust-more love-more release-more receive-more. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

8 breaths for the good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Not being on twitter is delicious. It feels exactly like not smoking: ahhh so much more air, so much more spaciousness, combined with “oh right, I need a new way to take breaks”. Lovely to just not know about the toxic awful things circulating in the world. Obviously there are enormous quantities of magic beans of privilege involved that allow me to close the door to the bad news of the world, but oh how much highly sensitive me needed this. A breath for closing more doors.
  2. Four days with my uncle, living in his world, which makes so much sense to me. He has no plans. Everything is quiet. He does what he wants, which is not much. We wander the woods and swing on the swings and pick blackberries and balance on things and visit a dog. We laugh a lot. Nothing needs to be said. He naps in the sun like a cat. We make salad for dinner and eat outside in rocking cheers and are visited by baby deer. A breath for all of this.
  3. I want to live like he does. Writing, wandering, stretching, napping. Everything in his space is wood or cloth or metal. There is no plastic in sight and everything has a different vibration than in the rest of the world. He knows about sanctuary. He has almost no needs, and they are covered by renting out his place. A breath for reminders of what I want.
  4. My instincts were right about the misunderstanding with the cowboy being just that. He came back four days early from his trip into the mountains and we sorted it out easily, with big love. A breath for trust love.
  5. Incoming me is wise, and all I need to do is ask. A breath of appreciation.
  6. Went dancing in Eugene, and had the loveliest time. Will never run out of awe for how unlikely dance magic is, to take the hand of a total stranger and be able to share three minutes of joyful creative play, the ease of communication, the delight in inventing something together in the secret language of dance. A breath of gratitude for all my panther training.
  7. I named a day Clarity Lands, and it did. A breath for the magic of naming.
  8. Thankfulness. Treasure in the form of lightness, being welcome, ginger soda, having what I needed when I needed it. 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.

Superpowers I had this week…

Last week I asked for the powers of Feet On The Ground, which is fascinating because I forgot that I seeded this, and then undid the lifelong habit of crossing my legs.

And I asked for a mute button, and fewer people thought I was mute this week.

Powers I want.

In the gokhale workshops, they say something like “your body will not be able to tolerate being uncomfortable any more, it will ask you to adjust”, which is amazing and also scary-wonderful.

Like, what if this happens on all levels? What if I no longer tolerate emotional discomfort, mental discomfort, energy discomfort, and insist on making the necessary crown-on adjustments? This thrills me and terrifies me, and I would like the superpower of finding this Ridiculously Easy and Beautifully Simple.

The Salve of Ridiculously Easy and Beautifully Simple

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 a salve of easing and releasing, echoing and reverberating, and it will make you bubble up with laughter.

This might also be the best ever fractal flower salve.

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.


This week’s band is from Pamela, who is hands-down the funniest person I know, even though I am never sure if she is trying to be or not. I am also appreciating that the band in this chicken was named for a rooster, which for some reason hits me right in the funny bone.

Too Handsome To Die

Their latest album is Unexpected Flags, and this band is just one guy.

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

Announcement time….

Quieting the monsters is one of the most useful self-fluency skills there is. You can buy the monster manual which is available here, and it is enormously useful if you would like to practice being Way Less Impressed with the horrible things that internal critical voices say. And it comes with a coloring book.

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!

what do I want to circulate

very personal ads

I write a Very Personal Ad (or 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 371st week of wishing, come play!

the briefest of wishes

I absconded to Eugene, sans laptop,
unsure if/when I might return
actually unsure about a lot of things,
maybe most things,
hence the sudden absconding,
and the act of [not-bringing my work] felt bold and
more than slightly terrifying
anyway, here we are with brief wishes

calling in the superpower of
knowing that [what is] is just right
aka Trust

breathing more breath

Esther Gokhale’s words keep reverberating in me:

“did you know some people
breathe just enough to stay alive?”

may I breathe full deep yes-to-life breaths (when I can)
taking in breath consciously (when I can)
with love (when I can)
circulating what I want to circulate

what do I want to circulate

in my internal world — body and thoughts and wishes
and in the world around me
including here

can I be someone who circulates light and lightness
is there something in this too about encircling
the circle that allows the circulating
a force field of glowing boundaries
my light circulates within

what is it like to be a star

and be Quick
through Slowness

that is a good question for this week’s wishes

illusory, again

I just don’t know what I want, I told my uncle,
making a face
oh that’s okay, he said, no one does,
knowing is illusory, and so is wanting

superpower of oh that’s okay then

easing, up

ease up the jaw clenching and all forms of clench
effortless relaxed upright steady
at ease in my superpowers:

Feet On The Floor
Majestically Grounded, Sitting Tall, Tail Unfurling Gloriously Behind Me
I Get My Powers From The Ground
I Get My Powers From My Light
I Get My Powers From My Quiet Presence

what do I know about my wishes?

they are about letting clarity land
which often involves applying the protocol of Extreme Self Care
and always involves trusting:
this moment of [not-knowing] is okay
it is safe to be in the uncertainty
even when I don’t like it
hello, void
this is where the stars are born

may it be so!

the superpower of deep listening


last month was HARMONY, with the superpower of hearing the melody, and August is MUSE, with the superpower of Deep Listening, and that is exactly what I am doing

thank you, past-me, for being such a good namer and calling this into being

last week’s wishes

last-week-me wished a wish called New Adventures Await,
and last night I bought a one-way ticket to
Boise, Idaho
my life is a country song!

but I feel tingly-excited because
buying a one-way ticket is maybe my favorite thing
and my You-Are-Not-Adventurous monsters are looking at their feet sheepishly
so there

thank you, me who wished

invitation: come play with me…

you are invited to share many !!!!!! about what is here,
or share appreciation or anything sparked for you while reading, including any stories you wish to let go of, any adventures you wish to welcome

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