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 317: kapow! 58 wishes!

Friday chicken

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.

It is the weekend and we are here.

{a breath for Friday.}

What worked this week?

Deeper breathing.

Ten minutes on the floor.

Eyes closed.

Waiting until my breath changes.

Asking: What would get me to the whole-hearted yes?

And then really listening, even when it was scary to ask.

Next time I might…

Make more wishes!

This week was Rally W, so it was the Week of Wishes, and I let myself wish all the wishes, and it was awesome.

Terrifying, useful, liberating, beautiful. All of that.

It is shaking things up, all of this permission to want, without attachment to whether or not I receive any of it, just focusing on the qualities, picking up clues about my relationship with desire.

I sat with a notebook and rattled off 58 wishes, and ohmygod they were such beautiful wishes.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Waiting on a piece of news. A breath for trust.
  2. I know that I said I did all the scary things last week, and I did. This week there were more scary things. A breath for comfort.
  3. Falling apart one afternoon, for very valid reasons. A breath for remembering that of course these are valid reasons.
  4. I am still feeling hurt about past endings. A breath for looking again and finding the treasure.
  5. Emptying my purse and forgot the zippered pocket was open: phone is smashed and doesn’t work. Today I had to cancel all my plans to take a million buses to the genius bar to find out if anything can be salvaged. A breath for this, and for the very interesting timing of being unreachable right now.
  6. It turns out that I have some big, big feelings that I wasn’t expecting to feel. Beautiful feelings, but unexpected and surprising. They are shaking things up. A breath for staying grounded and centered.
  7. Had a bit of a meltdown. It was partly about some big choices and possibilities coming up, all of which scare me. Partly from getting overloaded and too much time around people. Partly from the news in the world. Partly from old worries resurfacing. A breath for courage.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye (and thank you), mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Kapow! Danielle made me go do a Regrounding with her (our secret code for taking care of our feet) and it was lovely. Richard asked what color my toenails would be when I returned, and I said: whatever color scares me the most. I went with KAPOW! It’s a hot electric look-at-me-right-now pink, and it is fabulous and wow. A breath for saturated color, for richness, for play, for the part of me who is ready to be seen.
  2. I did more scary things and I am okay! A breath for courage.
  3. Dancing in the hotel bar. A breath for pleasure.
  4. Listening for the whole-hearted yes. A breath for being able to do this.
  5. Wearing the giant white floppy hat and getting upgrades all over the place because that hat is serious magic. Whenever I wear this hat, for some inexplicable reason, everyone I encounter decides I am this mysterious, gorgeous, very chic woman who needs to have the best of everything in life, and random strangers constantly tell me how stunningly beautiful I am. This hat is like, the me who winters in Palm Springs and is fabulous. I love this hat. I love the things that happen when I wear this hat. Also, it was a gift from my mother and took me years to actually wear it. A breath for things that are surprising and extraordinary.
  6. Dancing. Really, really, really great dancing. Connection. Delight. A whole-hearted yes of a dance. A breath for creative play, joyful movement and not being in almost anymore.
  7. Operation Gem Springs. Amazing dance workshops. Wonderful dances. I am finding the treasure. I am trying new things. I am learning and taking care of myself. A breath for everything about this.
  8. Appreciation and thankfulness. I am learning the things I want to learn. Incoming me is wise and hilarious and gives me good counsel. Being home after my travels is amazing. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. People offer me a ride when I need one. I have a red fan in my bedroom. I thought I re-injured my ankle but it’s okay now. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this thing is done! It is often shortened to wham-boom. You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

Huge progress on the latest Sip Hint Learn, and many Tiny Liberations. Additionally completed Operation A New Hello, and asked for a status update on Operation 33, even though asking for a status update is always where I get stuck. Wham Boom.


Powers I had this week…

The power of wishes and the power of boldly going where I wanted to go anyway.

Superpowers I want.

Same as last week. The power of unapologetically and unwaveringly trusting my instinct.

Salve. The Salve of Boldly Going Where You Wanted To Go Anyway.

This salve is about self-trust, but it is really about so much more than that. When you rub this salve into your skin, things soften and relax.

It dissolves all those patterns where you cut yourself off from your wisdom in order to be polite or not be in the way or whatever the reasons are that we don’t allow ourselves to bravely trust the thing we already know to be true.

This salve is the antidote to people-pleasing patterns. With this salve, there are no more moments of yes that are really just bland not-exactly-no acquiescing to something that you don’t want. No more wincing yes. No more resigned okay-sure.

The secret of this salve is that it serves everyone. There is nothing selfish about it, just the opposite. This salve quiets the doubt chatter and the layers of worrying about what other people might think. It allows you to really know where you want to be, and to stride towards it without apologizing.

Wearing this salve turns you into a beacon. Other people will see that striding and be inspired to stride for themselves. This salve may launch a quiet peaceful revolution of sweetness. I hope it does. It goes so well with my electric pink fingernails.

Just thinking about this boldly-going makes me glow.

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory delivers enough for distribution by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.

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 comes via Richard and it’s called Negative Frills, they’re a funk fiddle trio, and it’s actually just one guy.

Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.

My writing/righting retreat is full. (PASSWORD: oneword)

Is this something you would want another chance at doing in the future? Let me know.

You don’t have to think you’re a writer, you don’t have to write, nothing is required other than that you want quiet time to be deeply creative, wildly inspired, and take some mostly self-guided time for internal exploration or whatever appeals to you.

Come play if you like…

Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.

Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.

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

Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.

Receiving a richness of riches.

This is my year of emerging and receiving, and one of the ways I have been practicing these (and learning about what they are) is through words.

Not just through words but through letters.

Each letter with its own resonance.

This year’s retreats — the alphabet rallies — have all been powerful, each letter in its own way.

This week, for example we are wading way into the witchy waters of W, a week of wells and wonderful whispered word-wishes where we welcome, wonder and wander…

Each letter has offered me gems beyond anything I could have imagined, and today I want to share with you about my experience with R, a remarkable letter which really ricocheted and reverberated and did extra-resounding things.

R was about receiving a richness of riches. On a raft, as it happened.

Even the letter itself was about richness.

We came up with so many R words we ran out of space to write them down.

Agent Elizabeth called it the richest letter, and it was.

That was also around the time I was obsessing over the chicken on a raft song, and I got everyone at Rally hooked on it.

On a raft!

Duck on a raft We danced to this song (regular dancing and chicken dancing), and also did spirals to it.

And, of course, we added the words ON A RAFT to every R-word we could think of.

A richness of radiance?

A richness of radiance ON A RAFT.

It was like “that’s what she said”. Or adding EXCEPT IN BED to a fortune cookie.

And then Thekla made an actual raft! Out of popsicle sticks. We didn’t have a chicken to put on it, so here’s a duck. ON A RAFT!

A richness of riches in the form of words that begin with R…

Returning. On a raft!
Repeatedly. On a raft!
Reciprocity. On a raft!
Rawr! Roar! On a raft!
Resources. On a raft!
Rituals. On a raft!
Refuge. On a raft!
Reliability. On a raft!
Relaxation. On a raft!
Re-word. On a raft!
Rainbows. On a raft!
Roses. On a raft!
Resonance. On a raft!
Recess. On a raft!
Rippling. On a raft!

What else is good? On a raft….

Receptivity. Reassurance. Relinquishing. Relativity. Remarkable. Rework. Rewrite patterns. Reflecting. Responsibility to my kingdom. Reverberate. Radiance. Ready. Refine. Reclining. Radical. Restorative. Rebirth. Replenishing. Rally! (Rally!) Revenue. Rewards. Rule-breaking.

On a raft!

Still more words and qualities that show up on rafts.

Roles. Rest. Return. Reconnaissance. Rescue. Rejuvenate. Render. Relish. Re-order.

Respite. This makes me think of Paul Grilley.

Ruckus. That’s a word I will always associate with my former playmate.

Reconfiguring: my favorite word for change.

Rubies. Recover. Release. Re-engage. Renew. Receive. Request. (Ooh, and re-quest!)

Rewire. Real/reel. Respect. Recline. Realize. Raffle! Renegade! Repetition. Ruminate. Resilience.

Renaissance. Relevance. Rising. Relinquishing. Remembering. Recognition (patterns). Recalibration. Regeneration. Restoration. Rightness. Rhythm. Rooted. Resetting. Rebuilding. Re-naming.

Endless riches.

Choosing eight words for a compass was ridiculously hard (ridiculousness on a raft), but we somehow ended up with Rainbows (N), Receptivity (NE), Riches (E), Rest (SE), Resources (S), Relish (SW), Recline (W), and Roses NW). On a raft, of course.

The main thing I took from this raw, sweet, resonant encounter with the letter R was about plenty.

Riches everywhere, if I want them.

There are riches in my past experience, in my perspective, in my ability to ask questions and release the need to be right. Riches in remembering truth, remembering that Now Is Not Then, remembering that in this moment I am safe.

Riches in running a Revue.

Riches in the magic of words to echo, reverberate and heal.

Everywhere I look there are clues and reassurances. All I need to do is pay attention, add intention, get a little quieter. On a raft.

May it be so! And come play with me.

Thank you, letter R.

If you want to whisper words or sound effects that start with R, go for it.

Add new R words or peek over here for more R-filled riches. Like rabulous, racemiferous, raisonneur, and rataplan. On a raft!

And of course, if you want to share in any of the qualities and magical words I named here, help yourself.

They work like the salves in the Friday Chicken: there is enough and there is always more.

Whispering loving spells that begin with R, for myself, and for anyone who wants…