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.

Peace within / the disharmonies / beaming

tree roots forming a ladder-like walking path

Reflecting on tree roots forming a ladder-like walking path, welcoming me along the way…


A breath for these tough times

Sending out extra wishes of Safety & Sanctuary for everyone in the path of the hard things, what a scary time we are in, inhaling and exhaling, for compassion, strength, courage, swift and steady miracles.

Announcement / last chance for Emergency Calming Down Techniques

I’ve been reeling hard lately in some cursed combination of heartache, numbness, political anxiety, winter stuff and some wild panic episodes.

Have been holding on (for dear life) to my Emergency Calm The Hell Down Techniques from a long time ago, and it’s been helping.

I am giving away a copy of these (ebook + audio recordings) to anyone who gives any sum of money to the appreciation funds / discretionary fund in the hopes that we can all keep practicing together, for each other and for the collective, and also for ourselves in these scary times. ❤️

Peace within / the disharmonies / beaming

A breath for acknowledging the many things

I know I always open these missives or essays lately with an acknowledgment that we are existing in painful, challenging times, and you may have noticed that this is also escalating. A time for fast-paced, exponential turbulent shifting, in some good ways but also in a lot of terrible ways.

A breath for how overwhelming this can be, and the tidal wave effect of the news, as well as just the experience of existing in crumbling times. My heart breaks / our hearts break.

My heart breaks / our hearts break / the collective breaks

And I am not only referring (though also yes, absolutely directly referring) to genocide in Gaza and the horrors of starvation; the ways we are directly confronted with this knowledge of the travesty as it is happening.

And I am not only referring (though also yes, absolutely directly referring) to the way the United States is in a celebratory chaotic freefall of extremely bad things, and the one-two punch of increasingly [bad things] combined with watching people celebrate them in real time is a particularly cruel cruelty. Not a new one, admittedly, and still…

What I am attempting, inelegantly, to arrive at is that a great discordance abounds in this current moment.

A Great Discordance Abounds

And that somehow, and this is an additional level of discordance, we need to get through each day of mundane [tasks, chores, errands] within this cacophony of horrors, and this is a destabilizing experience as well.

This is not what I will be writing about today, or at least not directly, because I prefer around to through…so this is just an extra pause to take a breath and acknowledge how hard things are.

Discordance, generally

Discordance; the quality of sounding harsh or jarring due to a lack of harmony.

The quality of sounding harsh or jarring due to a lack of harmony.

Harmoniousness (and grace)

I went to dance outdoors in a park again, and many harmonious things occurred. Moments of harmony and grace.

For example, I made friends with a bus driver while waiting for their bus to arrive, which was also my bus-to-be, and they did not charge me to ride the bus. No one on the bus was weird about my mask, which was also a blessing.

My falling out with a friend from a decade ago resolved itself elegantly and lovingly, and other potential drama related to this also resolved itself, so now I am able to dance with my beloved long-lost friend again.

We talked everything out over the course of five hours while sitting on a bench, beneath stars, adjacent to water.

There was a skunk who appeared but no disharmonious occurrence between us and the skunk, or between us. All was and is well.

Discordance, again, in a moment

While waltzing in the park with a different dance friend, we noticed that the song was a little challenging to improvise with, and then realized that the time signature was 6/8 instead of 3/4

As we were adjusting ourselves into harmoniousness with ourselves and the dance, two buskers arrived at this outdoor location to play their music, separately, not together.

Neither of them seemed to care that there was a dance event going on, with a DJ playing beautiful music through speakers, and one began to play a fiddle and the other a saxophone, in different parts of the park.

A bewildering cacophony

They were not interested in harmonizing with the music coming over the speakers, they just wanted to play their music.

The result was a bewildering cacophony that made dancing even more challenging. A great discordance.

Not in the big way, like in the geopolitical, or the nightmare of all that is unfolding in the United States currently, or in the way that sometimes my heart and mind can be overwhelmed by trauma resonance.

Just too many discordant sounds, too much information to process or interpret, while trying to dance the song.

The contrast, as well

I was feeling an intense desire that bordered on murderous rage. I wanted to make the saxophone and fiddle sounds stop, so that I could hear the complex song we were improvising to at this dance event.

A big part me of was feeling pretty stabby and violent in reaction to the great discordance.

Particularly in reaction to the introduction of loud disharmony into this specific moment when I had been harmonizing so beautifully (or trying to) with the song, my partner, my body, my dancer self, the floor, the outdoors, the magical moment of connection…

So many beautiful relationships and interrelationships, moving in harmony, and then: this great discordance.

Vibrance, in a dream

The night before, I had had a dream about The Arborist.

I wrote to The Arborist about the dream:

“You took me to a cabin where you lived or had once lived, there was an older woman who was related to you in some way, maybe an aunt, she and I had met before, last time and she was not happy to see me, you and I danced in the living room and then you carried me into a bathroom and gently placed me alongside an empty tiled tub…

“The tiles were a vibrant blue that reminded me of Turkey but with a pattern that was an illustration that spread out across the tub, and I was entranced by the blue and the pattern, trying to place it because I knew it from somewhere else…”

The resonance

“You said to me, ‘Okay we are going to speak now, it’s time.’

“And the tiles in the tub were so familiar to me, like I knew this pattern intimately, maybe from childhood, but not as tiles, maybe an illustration in a book or on a blanket…”

“I felt very sleepy and tried to tell you about the familiarity of the pattern, out loud, and you said, ‘wait, I was not prepared for the RESONANCE.’

“We leaned in towards each other and you shook your head in a very small way, and I said oh right I forgot, and you repeated, ‘the RESONANCE’, and kissed me on the cheek.”

Look at all the beautiful people

The Arborist and I had never spoken, or not out loud in words, before this day, the day of the great discordance while dancing in the park, but we know each other intimately and this has been true for a long time.

And I know, for example, that when we are standing together and observing a group of people dancing, I am thinking about how I would love to give everyone a ten minute posture intervention so their dancing could look better.

And I know that The Arborist is thinking: LOOK AT ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.

This is why

This is why, over the past [well over a decade] since I first encountered The Arborist, who had been prowling the outskirts of my life for even longer before that, I have tried to channel this lovely and loving perspective of theirs.

I have tried to be or to become or to embody the person who can think LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE , instead of thinking about how they would all be more comfortable and their dances would look and feel so much better if they weren’t tilting their heads forward and slumping their shoulders.

There is a time and place for everything, and sometimes the time and place is a class on how to stand and move in a way that is both upright and relaxed, and maybe some day I will teach a class on that, or I am happy to recommend other people’s classes on that…

But mostly it is the time and place for beaming love, and channeling The Arborist: LOOK AT ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. So I try to do that instead of using judgment-eyes or assessment-perspective.

Just bask in the beauty of people enjoying the magic that is dance. Why not.

Back to the discordance

So in this moment in which I wanted to smash the saxophone and the fiddle and throw them in the fountain, I was aware that The Arborist was probably amused by the astounding cacophony.

Like, “listen to all the many sounds doing different things!” Amazing. Amazing that this person even exists.

I am not like this. I need the discordance to stop, I will do anything for a return to harmony.

But I love that The Arborist can beam love in so many situations and directions, because they love the resonance of life.

We are both right, and there is a time and place for everything, including for both of our ways to be right.

The high beams versus just simply beaming

Over the duration of our five hour conversation on the bench in the darkness, more disharmonious moments kept happening

Teenagers in cars honked at us or yelled at us. There were sudden bright lights or loud people on the walking path.

I am someone who is visiting a city where I once lived, but normally, in my daily life, I live in the wilderness, or wilderness-adjacent, at the edge of the forest, in the middle of nowhere.

So I am very much not accustomed to any disruptive lights and sounds at night, or at all, never mind so many of them, and in such close proximity.

It was disorienting and overwhelming for me. I kept having to pause our conversation, our first ever conversation, so that I could recalibrate after each interruption. The Arborist appreciated this, and kept beaming.

The beeping

Days later, we were at a picnic table outside a gluten-free bakery, another wonder that does not exist where I live, and The Arborist was telling me a funny story that involved many people, something about the brother of a colleague.

A delivery van was trying to parallel park in a tiny spot, and was beep-beep-beeping each time it backed up.

I had to ask The Arborist to press pause on the story, because I cannot assimilate the story and the beeping. I can’t hear anything until the beeping stops.

The Arborist was happy to wait peacefully and beam at me delightedly until the beeping stopped. We were in a state of harmoniousness within the discordance, and also we understood each other, even though we have different needs.

Then I got to hear the story, and follow all the ways everyone was connected, and it was a good story. We were both glad we waited it out.

The tidal wave

This is a similar but different story involving many of the same moving parts.

A big rippling-out effect had come to pass in The Arborist’s life, and they wanted to meet with me and discuss it with me, but I was experiencing a tidal wave of energy being directed towards me, and so I was not available to have that conversation.

I explained that I did wish to have this conversation, along with all the conversations, and that also it was going to have to wait until I moved through this energy tidal wave or it moved through me.

First I had do something with all the energy that was not mine.

They were very happy that I shared this information, and happy to wait, and happy that I wanted to move the energy first. I was very happy to have the conversation once I was ready.

There had been a discordance, but then harmoniousness returned. Yes?

Choosing love

In January, when I was deep in the pits of despair after a big heartbreak a couple months earlier, I started using a guided meditation recording each morning.

The meditation asks you, towards the end, to choose an intention for your day, and says, that if nothing comes up, to simply choose love: I choose love.

I rarely have trouble selecting an intention from whatever bubbles up during the meditation. For example, today what came up was: “I am beautifully clear, focused, motivated and intentional.”

But then I always add: [I Choose Love].

I choose to be love

At first, in my winter heartbreak, it was too painful for me to choose love, or to state that in words, and so I would say, instead: I choose to be love…

I choose to be love or in a state of love…

Or to somehow glow love into the world or towards myself, if I can.

And now I choose all of it:

I choose love, I choose to be love, I choose to be loved, I choose to be in a state of love. I choose all of it. Love.

Look at all the beautiful people

Choosing love, in my mind, is a lot like “look at all the beautiful people”.

Or waiting for the beep-beep-beep-beep backing up to subside. Or moving away from it.

Or the way I seeded [I Choose Love] over and over again over the course of months, and then suddenly now being in this situation of an abundance of love and loved and loving. Not in romantic ways, just in a state of there is lots of love in my life, and it is beautiful and I feel lucky.

Sustained mutual delight

Another dance friend saw me dancing with my long-lost dance friend, and texted the next day:

“I enjoyed seeing the two of you dancing together and your sustained mutual delight in each other.”

What a world. What a superpower. Sustained mutual delight.

How can we channel more of this, all of us. How can we find some good beaming among the horrors, or: how can we be good sources of beaming, even while things seem to be collapsing and disharmonious.

I don’t know, or I don’t know yet, and yet: I am committed to being a light source, a place for harmony and harmonizing.

Peace within

A favorite yoga teacher says, “Notice the peace you have created within”, and then invites you to contrast that with what is going on around you, so that you can echo out the peace into the disharmonies. She doesn’t say it exactly like that, but that is the essence.

There is great discordance, and there is (or can be, at times) peace within, and sometimes these can co-exist, and sometimes we need to swiftly remove ourselves from the discordant situations if we have the privilege or option of doing so.

(over-clarifying, for clarity)

I don’t wish to imply that you need (or that anyone needs) to be so internally peaceful that the disharmonies don’t matter.

And I don’t wish to imply that we should ignore the bad things or glow past the bad things, or stay in situations that are bad, or any of that. God forbid.

This is more about noticing and acknowledging that many things can happen at once, that there are harmonious options available, sometimes, and that it’s okay to crave peace and quiet, and to fight for that or not-fight but something else, a secret third thing.

A return to beaming

What is yes, for me, right now…

Protecting my sanity through prioritizing harmony. Not ignoring the scary or disruptive and disharmonious things in the world but also separating myself out enough to be able to function so that I can be a source of beaming love for the collective.

Seeding

Seeding wishes for peace within — and peace without, and peace around, and peace through, in all directions in time and space…

In much the same way that I have been seeding [I CHOOSE LOVE], and then tending to those seeds.

Maybe I can’t always say “Look at all the beautiful people”, maybe sometimes I want to stab a saxophonist, I can meet this part of me and beam love for that too.

Yes, okay, I am both a being who beams and a being who is reactive. Can I appreciate and welcome all of this? Maybe!

The resonance

A hand-on-heart breath, a humming hum, for me, and for the collective, and for things getting better, and for elegant simple solutions, and for all of us doing our harmonious part, whatever that might be.

It might start with rest and replenishing, self-tending, getting quiet, reducing some of the beep-beep-beeping. It might start with a solo dance party to the music that feels right and moving lots of energy.

Sometimes some healthy screaming is needed. Or sometimes some big yawns. Time and place for everything. We try things. We brainstorm next steps. We do whatever we can to support the good fight against the bad things.

What invites more resonance

What feels resonant, or what invites resonance? This is what I am trying to remember to ask myself these days.

Anyway, I love that you are here, reading these thoughts and musings. I love that we are in harmonious connection with each other.

I love LOVE, and I choose love and wish to keep choosing LOVE. I hope this can in some way be a beaming and a healing, or a seed for that.

A sanctuary of beaming

Here’s to more love, and a wish for miracles and action and magic and something even better, because these hard and scary times require all of that.

Beaming for us all, beaming outward and also inward.

A sanctuary of beaming.


Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

Leave a pebble (o) to say you were here, so I know I’m not doing this alone.

Also it feels good to pick up a pebble and place it somewhere, I have noticed.

You are invited to share any related situations or musings, or name any wishes in process.

And of course you are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, anything that helped, clues received, or anything on your mind or heart. Let’s support each other’s hope-sparks…

I am lighting a candle for us and our beautiful heart-wishes. What a brave thing it is to allow ourselves to want something better for us and for the world.

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

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Transcendence abides

a sweet pastel sunset over the Pacific ocean, a sandy beach, tree logs

Reflecting on the wonder of finding yourself in the right place at the right time…


A breath for these tough times

Sending out extra wishes of Safety & Sanctuary for everyone in the path of the hard things, what a scary time we are in, inhaling and exhaling, for compassion, strength, courage, swift and steady miracles.

Announcement / last chance for Emergency Calming Down Techniques

I’ve been reeling hard lately in some cursed combination of heartache, numbness, political anxiety, winter stuff and some wild panic episodes.

Have been holding on (for dear life) to my Emergency Calm The Hell Down Techniques from a long time ago, and it’s been helping.

I am giving away a copy of these (ebook + audio recordings) to anyone who gives any sum of money to the appreciation funds / discretionary fund in the hopes that we can all keep practicing together, for each other and for the collective, and also for ourselves in these scary times. ❤️

Transcendence abides

Something about a moment

Last week I wrote about a transcendent experience I was fortunate enough to be swept away in — a wordless ninety minute dance in the arms of a former lover, and really so much more than that…

It was beautiful and otherworldly.

Somehow both grounded and dreamy, real and surreal, deeply playful and deeply serious, nostalgic and tantalizing, devastatingly sad while also simultaneously just whole-hearted joy, everything at once.

How is it possible to have an experience so pure, so exhilarating, so correct and so magical all at the same time.

There for it

I felt so alive that I wasn’t even sure it was real, if that makes sense, I know it sounds contradictory.

The whole experience was almost too thrilling to be believed and yet, it happened.

We were there for it and it was there for us; the elusive perfect coda to a long-lost love story, a heartbeat-by-heartbeat close-embrace healing for the hearts.

Impossible to describe, seemingly impossible that it happened

Again, how is any of this possible? I don’t know.

Transcendence is mysterious and fleeting by nature. And yet, there we were.

Right there in it, deliciously and perfectly in it. Held in the embrace of the dance, but also in the embrace and grace of transcendence itself.

I want to keep re-living it in my mind, replaying the magic, but the thing about magic is that it is by nature ephemeral; if it just kept hanging out then it would be something else, probably.

A sequence of monsters

Okay so I received this incredible gift of a perfect goodbye that was also a high-magic moment in time and space, charged up with presence, intention, love and something beyond all of that.

A double-rainbow arch of a moment.

And then, a few days later, I was hit by a heavy sadness, convinced that I would never experience a moment like this again.

It was absolutely, unquestionably, the work of a chorus of monsters, by which I mean: all the internal and internalized voices of doubt and sabotage that poke at us.

Only stale crackers from now on!

This train of thought said that it had, after all, been many years since I’d experienced anything like big magic, and maybe this was the last time!

Or maybe it would take another ten years, if I’m lucky, and everything in between will just be grey, boring, impossibly bland.

My whole life will just be stale crackers. And so on.

I will just be waiting for a moment that doesn’t come, and what’s the point? I got my magic, and now it’s all over.

Some laughter

Laughter is good medicine for monsters, and so I laughed.

Sometimes if I am unable to laugh at my monsters, I share their thoughts with friends who can respond with a string of laughing emojis.

But the idea of Only Stale Crackers Forever is pretty funny all by itself.

I understand why they think this is an option. We did have a long winter clawing our way out of the pits of despair. There have been some times when hope seemed lost.

Reasonable, understandable, legitimate

It is so very reasonable to fear that the memory of the delicious moments will fade, and to feel the anxiety and trepidation related to what if they don’t come back?! That’s all garden-variety scarcity stuff. Understandable.

We practice Acknowledgment & Legitimacy, and we laugh, if we can find the humor in it.

OH NO ONLY STALE CRACKERS FOR ALL TIME? Okay, first of all, I bet we can do something with stale crackers.

But also, we can put them aside and make a killer clafoutis instead if we want to. There are options!

There are options

The magic is not gone forever, and we can appreciate a beautiful reminder about what’s possible without sinking into the despair now that the reminder has passed…

What if there are more reminders to come? Can I invite in more reminders? Can I be the one who reminds myself?

Can I be the keeper of the reminders, the reminder-er?!

Moments fading into moments fading into moments

I went and did more outdoor dancing to try and lift my spirits, and it didn’t work, because even the good dances weren’t transcendent, and nothing compared to the sheer bliss of that impossible reunion.

But a few days later I went dancing again, and this time there were intense, powerful, blissful moments, and dance itself felt like a long-lost lover that had returned to me.

I wanted to share this feeling, and asked an older woman to dance who was sitting on the sidelines. We had a lovely, sweet dance, and I remembered how much I love leading, and while we were dancing, I felt someone smiling warmly from the doorway.

It was my new friend the salsa teacher, who wanted to tell me that my dance partner looked so cared for and happy, and to invite me to a beach day…

Another remarkable gift

On beach day, we hiked through the forest until we arrived at a cliff-edge overlooking the ocean.

The water was impossibly sparkly, swirling around rocks at the shore, rippling out into fractal patterns that seemed to make no sense. We sat inside little nests made from tree roots, and watched.

The air smelled delicious: trees and ocean and peacefulness. We felt high, even though no drugs were involved in this fairyland day.

Suddenly an elaborate sunset began to play out over the water and we realized that what had felt like an hour sitting up in our cliff perch had actually been closer to six or seven hours…

There, again, the magic

We traipsed along the forest trails, winding our way down towards the water, so that we could catch the tail-end of sunset from the beach.

When we reached the sand, we kicked off shoes and danced near the water, until suddenly somehow the sky was dark with a swath of stars overhead.

There it was again, the big magic.

It didn’t take ten more years

Sometimes I think people throw around words like “special” and “magical”, not even knowing what they can mean, or just how transcendent the transcendence can be.

But this was the real deal.

A lesson for my monsters and for any monster crew: they thought I could never experience magic again, or that at the very least, it would take another decade.

But it only took a week. It just so happened that we were the right people to appreciate the right place in the right moment. We were there for it, and it was there for us, whatever it is.

Elements at play

Even as I wonder at and delight in the good fortune of it all, I am also aware that there are elements at play.

RECEPTIVITY is so much of it.

Because that is the main thing, I think, the way everyone involved shows up for it, stays available to it.

Receptivity, playfulness, a willingness to channel joy or to be a channel for that joy.

What else?

Also something about getting quiet. Doing entry. Taking a moment. Taking several moments.

Interestingly, a favorite writer, Etgar Keret, just issued an invitation related to this, in his inimitable way, which made me smile.

It’s hard to make time for transcendence when it’s hard to make time just to take a breath and decompress a little. That’s a practice too.

Also sometimes we have to lower expectations in order to raise possibility.*

Maybe even lower expectations a lot.

*Pausing for an asterisk

The thing about lowering expectations to raise possibility…

My former mentor used to say this, speaking of people I would like to have relational healing with but cannot…

He would say that if you want to raise what is possible, you have to lower your expectations. I have sat with this a lot over the years.

I miss that relationship and it is gone, and the wisdom is there, and the wisdom reminds me of the person I learned it from, even though the relationship can no longer be.

Relational wishing

And this exact flavor heart-pain is partly why that healing dance of forgiveness and love with my former lover was such a big deal, because I need it to ripple out into all waters of all relationships.

Maybe my former mentor isn’t someone I can have a heart-healing with in the sense of both of us showing up for that, but I got to experience it with this other person whom I loved so intensely, and we wordlessly forgave each other for everything and delighted in our big love that was, and that was a miracle.

Do you see? Miracles rippling out in all directions.

Maybe all that was enough. Maybe all that was more than enough…

And while we are adding asterisks to things..

I said the person I had the transcendent dance with last week was a former lover and that’s not not-true, but really it’s so much bigger than that.

The transcendent dance of last week was with a former [person who was and still is important to me in all ways].

And the transcendent dance of this week beneath the stars was with a new friend.

What a beautiful surprise, to be re-surprised.

WHAT IF…

What I am taking from this is a lot of gorgeous What Ifs.

What if, for example…

There are different people (or tree friends or animal friends or majestic spots in the natural world) to share beautiful, meaningful, unlikely moments with, and different forms of these moments to be had!

What if I can stay receptive to transcendence and unattached to form…?!

What if all of this is a heart healing? What if all of this is part of the big, beautiful magic of life?

What am I learning, receiving, taking from this?

Oh right, transcendent moments can (sometimes) be generated.

Or at least, I can actively invite or put myself in the circumstances that might allow for them…

But/and/also: it does mean a lot of patience, a lot of getting quiet, a lot of entry.

And it also means accepting the stale-crackers moments and noticing the monster-choruses, and releasing judgment.

In fact

In fact, if I am taking anything from this, it is the reminder to myself that guilt, shame, self-blame and self-recrimination and other monster-stories really gunk up the machine, so to speak, and I am not going to keep adding them in.

I am going to notice, with sweetness, when I am forgetting to pause. I am going to pause, and breathe, and notice, and inhale life and aliveness.

Hello, beautiful moments and mundane moments. Hello, small miracles, and all of the in-between.

May it be so

May all this be a healing backwards and forwards in time too, echoing out into the beyond.

What completely magical and astonishing place are we going to find ourselves in next!

I can’t wait to find out, whenever it happens.

In the meantime, staying receptive, staying playful, staying with the waves of feeling…

Reaching arms up to the stars by the ocean for all of us.


Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

Leave a pebble (o) to say you were here, so I know I’m not doing this alone.

Also it feels good to pick up a pebble and place it somewhere, I have noticed.

You are invited to share any related situations or musings, or name any wishes in process.

And of course you are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, anything that helped, clues received, or anything on your mind or heart. Let’s support each other’s hope-sparks…

I am lighting a candle for us and our beautiful heart-wishes. What a brave thing it is to allow ourselves to want something better for us and for the world.

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

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I am emailing copies of the Emergency Calming Techniques package!

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I have some ideas for the next ebook too but if you do too, shoot me an email or share in the comments.

A request!

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously.

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

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

Thank you for the dance, and the terrible zen

a forest path winding between tall trees under a tree arch

Reflecting on the gift of a long slow forest walk, and how it is different every time…


A breath for these tough times

Sending out extra wishes of Safety & Sanctuary for everyone in the path of the hard things, what a scary time we are in, inhaling and exhaling, for compassion, strength, courage, swift and steady miracles.

Announcement / last chance for Emergency Calming Down Techniques

I’ve been reeling hard lately in some cursed combination of heartache, numbness, political anxiety, winter stuff and some wild panic episodes.

Have been holding on (for dear life) to my Emergency Calm The Hell Down Techniques from a long time ago, and it’s been helping.

I am giving away a copy of these (ebook + audio recordings) to anyone who gives any sum of money to the appreciation funds / discretionary fund in the hopes that we can all keep practicing together, for each other and for the collective, and also for ourselves in these scary times. ❤️

Thank you for the dance, and the terrible zen

I think a lot about goodbyes

I think a lot about goodbyes, and what makes a good goodbye. If there is such a thing, as a good goodbye.

This makes me think about something a favorite yoga teacher used to say.

He would have us bring a lot of movement and play into downward dog, and then gradually slow it down or narrow the movements, until eventually you would come to the state of a still dog. Arriving at being a still dog.

A Still Dog!

If such a thing exists, he would always add, with a laugh.

You have to laugh

You have to laugh.

Because of course any living dog is in motion even when it is still. Still!

It is still in motion in the sense of there is ongoing motion within the stillness, and also still in the sense of still being a dog, because it has not stopped being a dog and there is the rippling and twitching of dog.

Our dog friend is not ever motionless even when it holds itself in one luxuriously stretched position, or even when asleep…

So the still dog is not a still dog, because it’s still a dog. Breathing, pulsing, innately in motion.

Similarly

Similarly, I think we can say that even the elusive good goodbye (if it exists) is still at the same time quite often hard and painful by virtue of the fact that it is still a goodbye, and endings are intense.

Whatever makes the good goodbye good, it is still, after all, the end.

Endings are intense. The never-again of it all. The non-still-ness of it all.

Sometimes even when an ending is dearly needed, or an ending is a liberation, or an ending is what is indicated, there can also be sadness in the finality.

What makes a good goodbye

It’s hard to know, I have had so few of them.

I know much more about what makes a bad goodbye bad.

Whether by virtue of the fact that it doesn’t happen, the non-suchness of it all.

Or when it is cold and bitter even though it could be sweet and loving in nature, despite the ending of the sweet and loving times.

Or the agonizing not-knowing surrounding an unclear disappearance or a vague non-explanation.

Or the bafflement of being around a person you knew so intimately who once seemed to embody certain qualities, and now is seemingly an entirely different person with a new and unfamiliar personality.

Do-overs

This week I was given the gift of do-overs for a goodbye from over ten years ago.

Or, I had the chance to partake in the goodbye the way I wished we had been able to say goodbye then.

They showed up at the agreed-upon place, we melted into each others arms and danced for ninety minutes without pause, except of course there is lots of pausing in dance in the same way that there is motion in stillness, but we did not pause our embrace.

And then the moment came when it had to end and we walked in our separate directions.

I understood what was said even though it wasn’t said

Not a single word was exchanged, but what I understood from the dance was that this person has forgiven me for what they were angry about ten years ago, that we still love each other, that we both know there is no possible way we could ever be involved again, and that this was our beautiful goodbye.

Our chance to hold each other and not-say the things that should have been said then but to feel them and to express them and to adore each other, and be amazed that we found each other for that period of time that was, and that we got to do it one last time.

It was transcendent.

We smiled at each other and breathed each other in and filled up on joy and longing and more joy, and danced our way to goodbye.

What can be learned from a good goodbye

A good goodbye can still hurt like hell. It is not a get out of jail free card from the heart pain.

I can fully confirm that this hurts a lot, and also say without doubt that it is the best goodbye I have ever had, and also it was maybe one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

A good goodbye is clarifying.

We both said everything we needed to say, we just didn’t use words, because we were in a mind-meld of mellifluous motion.

We were a still dog.

In the slowest of slow motion, playing in a state of quiet.

Regrets? Wishes? Dreamy dreaminess?

Do I wish the music had continued for another twelve hours? Yes.

Do I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye? Probably also yes.

But I got a good goodbye, and I needed it.

Healing inward, outward and through

I need this good goodbye, this beautiful glowing goodbye made of nothing but love and presence.

And mainly I need this good goodbye to be a healing not only for that relationship from then, and all the What Could Have Been, but for all the relationships that did not get their good goodbyes, or just goodbyes or any goodbyes…

I need this goodbye to be a healing for every time a beloved and I could have held each other all night and hugged it out and cried, and said YES WE LOVE EACH OTHER AND NO THIS IS NOT GOING TO WORK, and just let ourselves feel sad. But instead we were cold.

And I need this good goodbye to hold the essence of a good goodbye for all the awful times that I didn’t get a last conversation or a last hug or a last glance or a last something…

A terrible zen

A wonderful friend and I were talking the other evening about how sometimes you are forced to embody A Terrible Zen, when there is a hurricane in your life, for example…

Or sometimes the hurricane takes the form of a person you love and their mental illness or addiction or the combination of these.

There is simply nothing to be done, but keep on keeping on. You batten the hatches, take it minute by minute, survey the wreckage, keep moving some way some how.

Then there is all the post hurricane recovery, and The Terrible Zen of knowing there is nothing you could have done to make things different, there is nothing you can do now to prevent it from happening again, and there is nothing to be done generally.

The hurricane just is/was/exists as potential.

A funny coincidence

Right before the ninety minute dance that I wished would never end that I also knew was my one Good Goodbye, I mysteriously got locked out of my phone.

And then for three entire days I didn’t have a working phone, until that could be solved.

It was like going back to the 1990s. When I had a two hour drive to my uncle’s place, I had to look up what exit to take and then memorize the number. There were stops to ask a kind stranger for directions.

Analog time

I said my good goodbye that was also a heart-wrenching goodbye that was also one of the most beautiful and transcendent experiences of my life.

And then I was without technology for three days, so I couldn’t call anyone to talk about what had happened, or send texts that I shouldn’t, or turn to any of the usual distraction places to distract myself.

Instead I had to do analog activities like walk in the forest, do slow yoga in a narrow hallway, make tea, drink it slowly, daydream, cry, say come on baby girl snap out of it, watch the mesmerizing back and forth of my uncle and his friend playing ping pong.

And so on. I was a still dog, which is to say, always moving, but slowly and sometimes imperceptibly. The beautiful and terrible zen of that too.

Here’s to…

Keeping on keeping on. And some good analog time.

Saying thank you for the dance (and for The Dance).

Recognizing that there is space for these transcendent moments, and that just because not everyone can have that kind of goodbye with me doesn’t mean I can’t have these kind of goodbyes in my heart. Do-overs forever!

I can apply the sustenance and magic of a beautiful good goodbye to all the shitty goodbyes, the non-goodbyes, the hurtful endings.

Just knowing that this is possible feels very hopeful, even if it is also a form of the Terrible Zen.

Thank you for the dance

Thank you for the dance is also thank you for the terrible zen, and thank you for the terrible zen is also a form of dance, of motion within stillness.

Here’s to more delicious motion, and more delicious pauses, and something even better, and to love, and which sometimes co-exists with hurricanes.

It is brave to keep trying, and to keep movement alive, to add some sway to the stillness and some stillness within the sway, some presence and breath.

A hand-on-heart sigh for all of this. I hope you can feel some hopefulness with me, draw some hopefulness from the well…

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

Leave a pebble (o) to say you were here, so I know I’m not doing this alone.

Also it feels good to pick up a pebble and place it somewhere, I have noticed.

You are invited to share any related situations or musings of your own if you like, or name any wishes that are in process.

And of course you are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, anything that helped, clues received, or anything on your mind, wish some wishes, process what’s percolating…

I am lighting a candle for us and our beautiful heart-wishes. What a brave thing it is to allow ourselves to want something better for us and for the world.

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

Whatever comes to mind or heart. Let’s support each other’s hope-sparks…

Housekeeping note: You can subscribe to posts by email again!

If you aren’t seeing these updates in your in your email and want to, you can can solve that here.

This will pop up a new page on Follow.It that lets you subscribe via email, newsletter, or RSS reader. They say “expect 50 stories a week”, and that’s a very imaginary number, once a week is the dream.

I am emailing copies of the Emergency Calming Techniques package!

Anyone who gives to the Discretionary this week (more info below) will get my Emergency Calming Techniques package by email as a pdf. I am only checking email twice a week because I no longer have wifi at my place, long story, so be patient with me but if it doesn’t show up within the week then let me know!

I have some ideas for the next ebook too but if you do too, shoot me an email or share in the comments.

A request!

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously.

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

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

The gap between noticing a reaction and being able to shift or adjust that reaction…

a desert labyrinth made from small stones, clouds in a blue sky

Reflecting on the walking the pattern that is there, and letting it change you, or: your interaction with the path changing the way you walk the path…


A breath for these tough times

Sending out extra wishes of Safety & Sanctuary for everyone in the path of the hard things, what a scary time we are in, inhaling and exhaling, for compassion, strength, courage, swift and steady miracles.

Announcement / last chance for Emergency Calming Down Techniques

I’ve been reeling hard lately in some cursed combination of heartache, numbness, political anxiety, winter stuff and some wild panic episodes.

Have been holding on (for dear life) to my Emergency Calm The Hell Down Techniques from a long time ago, and it’s been helping.

I am giving away a copy of these (ebook + audio recordings) to anyone who gives any sum of money to the appreciation funds / discretionary fund in the hopes that we can all keep practicing together, for each other and for the collective, and also for ourselves in these scary times. ❤️

The gap between noticing a reaction and being able to shift or adjust that reaction, aka Part Two…

Where were were last time?

Last week I wrote about a useful practice in self-fluency, the slow and ongoing process of recognizing when we get reactive.

Which also entails recognizing how we are reacting to whatever set that off, and then how we are reacting to our reaction, aka judging ourselves for our reaction (usually, often).

And then the next step becomes noticing where we might be able to lovingly interrupt those patterns, or noticing where in that pattern is some room for play, so that we can meet ourselves with some sweetness as we do this work…

A practice of generosity

Mainly of course this process is about learning about being generous with ourselves as we do this.

In other words, adding in compassion where we can, making space for the experience and the discomfort and whatever feelings arise as we get more practiced in this work of witnessing ourselves going through life.

Which is a huge topic, maybe even the biggest topic.

Maybe even the biggest topic

I didn’t get to many of the points I wanted to cover, and then people brought up their own thoughtful and wise noticings in the comments, so I thought this week we could try to touch on those points as a follow-up…

And then this week, I got massively activated in an interaction with someone and was given a good chance to really observe/feel/experience this whole messy process in action, so maybe next time I will tell you about that, and how that went.

Let’s play!

When awareness of the reaction is not enough to change the reaction

(And this is usually going to be the case!)

This lovely comment from Patricia reminded me of just how hard it is or can be when we are working on this stuff:

thank you for this. today there was a big reaction and awareness that it was a reaction vs a response. and that awareness was not enough to change the reaction. that is hard. i feel freakish, misunderstood, isolated.

so i am immensely grateful for the reminder about acknowledgement and legitimacy. with heartfelt appreciation -o-

Yes, this is all so familiar to me too, and I’m sure also for anyone reading, this experience of having the flash of awareness, and it not being enough to shift anything in the moment, and then the perceptions or narratives that can flood our consciousness after experiencing that…

Taking a moment, and then another moment

So first of all, I just want to thank Patricia for sharing this relatable content (the most relatable content!), and to remind all of us that it really does take such a long time to move from that awareness to an actual shift in behavior, or something that feels more visible or palpable from the outside.

Sometimes we can feel so (legitimately! understandably!) frustrated about how we aren’t able to change the reaction yet, that we aren’t able to just take a moment to celebrate what a big deal it was to be able to even have that awareness in the moment.

Awareness is a win, and: it doesn’t always feel like one at all

The moment of extra awareness is a win, a big one, whether it feels like it or not, and whether we are able to remember that or not.

And: knowing that might not help us feel any better either, haha.

And then yes, we add Acknowledgment & Legitimacy to the entire process and the feelings that arise, including our own very reasonable frustration about not being able to react differently even though we wanted to.

Hashtag #RelatableContent

This is extremely relatable content, and I’m glad Patricia brought it up, because:

One of the most frustrating aspects of pattern-noticing is in fact that exact gap between being able to notice the sequence of events and emotions in our reaction pattern, and then being able to do anything at all about that reaction…

Yes? You’ve experienced that too, I assume.

Even though it’s true (and hopeful!) that noticing the pattern shifts the pattern, this doesn’t necessarily mean we are going to clock any immediate palpable changes. Quite often the way that noticing shifts the pattern is at first by extending the pattern.

In other words…

In other words, the way we are shifting the sequence or the location of the sequence-shift comes from adding on to the end of an existing pattern.

A sequence of events and reactions happened, and usually we jump in after to analyze. That’s great. We added on to the pattern, which is a form of changing the pattern.

However, you could also say that every moment of noticing the pattern is an addition to the pattern, which is also changing the formulation of the pattern, which is absolutely something to celebrate.

Creating little portholes of noticing!

From another perspective, we are also creating little doors or portholes of noticing in between the pattern-points.

Right? We observe something happen that sets us off.

Maybe we are also able to observe the tension in our body as this is happening or another physical reaction taking place.

Maybe we are able to watch ourselves as we [react reactively] in our predictable way and not how we would (ideally) like to respond in this situation.

Maybe we are even able to notice ourselves judging ourselves for this or feeling frustrated with ourselves for not being able to handle it more gracefully as we wish we could or think we should!

That is a ton of good noticing!

This is a ton of good noticing!

And, each time we are able to be in this noticing state alongside or immediately after our reactions, we are making space within the pattern for something new to emerge.

Has it emerged yet?

Not in any noticeable way from the outside maybe, but from the inside we are doing big and important work, and it matters. We are setting things up for the next time, and the time after that.

We are solidifying or strengthening the desired pattern of being loving Noticers or Witnesses, and as we do this, we make space for next time.

We are making space for next time

We carve out the place in the pattern for a future iteration of this experience, where we will be able to jump in with our Wise Selves to respond differently.

The pattern-shifting is in process, fluid, alive.

We are doing the work, even if it can feel frustrating that this work hasn’t seemed to bear fruit yet.

There is no one and done, that’s why it’s a process

This actually reminds me of dance, and how when you are learning to dance, you learn where to step on “the one”, aka the first beat of a bar of music.

Over time, as you train, you learn about all the different moments that exist leading up to The One, that first beat, as well as all the space that is inside that beat, and between it and the other next beat.

You learn how to fill that space with your body; how to use your feet and your breath and spine and your entire being to embody and accentuate that beat, and differentiate it.

Not only does this not happen the first time you learn about this concept, but it doesn’t happen most of the times you try to do it.

Learning how to get this understanding first into your mind and then to move it from your head into your body is an ongoing process…

So we notice, and we do more noticing, and this can feel exhausting

And also it’s great training.

We’d like to think that we could move evenly and seamlessly from “oh, I’m noticing how I’m reacting in a moment” to “and now I’m reacting differently”, and yet: hahahaha, no, it hasn’t happened yet, and that’s fine.

The noticing is still a big deal and it matters, it still supports the training and is part of the training.

We’re working on it, this is an ongoing process

So we meet the frustration with Acknowledgment & Legitimacy, and we meet ourselves with love when we can where we can, and we try to give ourselves more credit for the work of noticing.

While it’s true that we weren’t able to catch the reaction in time this time, we still created more space within the pattern, and that spaciousness is a real and meaningful shift. That spaciousness is what is going to allow us to react differently over time.

Right now we’re working on it.

(And we will still be working on it, and refining it, even when we are able to react differently.)

There is no done, there is a loving, ongoing process of improvement and refinement, and giving ourselves credit.

But what can I do to speed up this process????

Or, what can we do while we are patiently training?

I would like to offer a technique here that I find useful, and you might find helpful to experiment with. Like a dance drill, but for the mind.

This technique is specifically for meeting that frustration that arises when we aren’t able to visibly, palpably change the pattern even though we have been doing the work of noticing the pattern.

And the way I do this is by adding the words EVEN THOUGH to each of my noticings or observations, as they come up.

Por ejemplo

So if we use Patricia’s example as sort of a general setup that is familiar to all of us: an interaction or a situation happens, we can actively notice ourselves reacting reactively as opposed to responding in a more measured way, aka the way we wish we could respond.

And then there are feelings and narratives that wash over us in reaction to having experienced all of this in the body-mind.

Here are some ways I might apply EVEN THOUGH in this situation…

Using the EVEN THOUGH method…

This is me talking to myself in the aftermath of a moment like this:

Okay, even though I am feeling this big surge of feelings, judgment and recrimination over how I reacted, I am also giving myself credit for noticing the reaction as it happened, good job babe…

Even though I wish sincerely that I could have responded differently in the moment, the moment was the moment, and the river current that carried me through it was the most familiar neural pathway to take, and the work to build the new pathway takes time.

Even though I feel frustrated that noticing the pattern wasn’t enough (this time! yet!) to shift the pattern, I am reminding myself that actively noticing the pattern is in fact shifting some element of the pattern.

Even though this isn’t how I wanted to react…

Even though this isn’t how I wanted to react, I am remembering that next time and over time it will keep getting easier for me to jump into the new neural pathway that I am carving in my mind by having this conversation with myself, and being the observer who observes.

And we keep going…

Even though I am noticing myself feeling frustrated with myself and my reaction, can I make space for that legitimate frustration and also meet this situation with some degree of compassion, like I would for a beloved friend who was going through something like this?

Even though I am noticing a narrative come up that says that I am freakish, misunderstood, and isolated, is there some room for me to lovingly challenge or interrupt that narrative in any way?

Aka what’s true and what’s also true…!

How much of this story or perception is self-criticism monsters?

Even though I very legitimately and understandably don’t enjoy feeling these uncomfortable feelings that come from the perception or narrative of I am [Freakish, Misunderstood, Isolated], I am reminding myself that all feelings are legitimate, and some of the perceptions might be monster stories…

Even though I am feeling big feelings inside of this perception or narrative of F!M!I! (freakish! misunderstood! isolated!), I can remind myself of all the ways that I am not freakish, misunderstood or isolated…

Being a human having human interactions is hard!

Even though it is painful to go through an interaction and not be able to react differently, I can appreciate that being a human having human interactions is hard.

We are brave for even trying to notice, learn about and shift our internal patterns never mind to play with how they might echo out into interpersonal interactions!

People aren’t trained at this! Most people we are interacting with most of the time aren’t even necessarily thinking about practicing noticing their own patterns at all, never mind doing it.

The worthy practice

Even though this work can feel lonely and challenging, it is a worthy practice to keep adding compassion to our relationship with ourselves for its own sake, and also so that eventually we can have more fulfilling interactions with other people.

Or meet ourselves with love, patience and understanding when we can’t. Yes? YES.

Where do we go from here?

You guessed it. We keep practicing, and we give ourselves credit for practicing.

This is not the kind of thing where there are only wins when you get visible results. That would be a silly and very frustrating way to practice! There are so many seemingly small and yet extremely meaningful wins within the practicing.

We notice what we notice, we give ourselves credit for the work of being Noticers.

We add compassion. We practice Acknowledgment & Legitimacy.

We try things

For example, we can use our Even Though sentences. Sometimes I just sit down with a notebook or an open document in the Notes app, and set a timer, and write thirty Even Thoughs. It usually helps more than I think it will.

This is a great thing to practice if it’s not already in your toolbox or repertoire. Or if you haven’t played with it in a while (I know we’ve talked about it a lot here over the years), maybe it’s time to bring it back.

If you want to play with using Even Though sentences, let me know in the comments, or let me know how that goes. I personally find it very helpful in interrupting or rewriting the narratives of my mind.

And we keep trying things

Obviously there are many options for us in the category of Try Things.

For me personally it’s less important what I try and more that I try something.

Maybe for you it’s doing some journaling after an interaction, or interviewing Slightly Wiser You who is more skilled in responding to these situations. Maybe it’s doing something physical to move the stress energy out of your body. Maybe it’s showering off stress pheromones. Maybe all of the above or maybe something different…

For now…

I am wishing everyone who reads so much love and support in your efforts on this practice, and I want to really acknowledge just how challenging it can feel to even work on this.

We are brave and stalwart for trying things, and for our continued efforts.

All the work of noticing helps. If we fall down, or lose ourselves in a moment, or get tangled up in our stories and perceptions, we will find our way back. That too is part of the process. Love and legitimacy for all of it, I’m in it with you.

Love to everyone who reads. Leave a pebble in the comments -o- or share anything you’re working on, or use the space practice some Even Thoughs of your own, it’s welcome.

Let’s play.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

Leave a pebble (o) to say you were here, so I know I’m not doing this alone.

Also it feels good to pick up a pebble and place it somewhere, I have noticed.

You are invited to share any related situations or musings of your own if you like, or name any wishes that are in process.

And of course you are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, anything that helped, clues received, or anything on your mind, wish some wishes, process what’s percolating…

I am lighting a candle for us and our beautiful heart-wishes. What a brave thing it is to allow ourselves to want something better for us and for the world.

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

Whatever comes to mind or heart. Let’s support each other’s hope-sparks…

Housekeeping note: You can subscribe to posts by email again!

If you aren’t seeing these updates in your in your email and want to, you can can solve that here.

This will pop up a new page on Follow.It that lets you subscribe via email, newsletter, or RSS reader. They say “expect 50 stories a week”, and that’s a very imaginary number, once a week is the dream.

I am emailing copies of the Emergency Calming Techniques package!

Anyone who gives to the Discretionary this week (more info below) will get my Emergency Calming Techniques package by email as a pdf. I am only checking email twice a week because I no longer have wifi at my place, long story, so be patient with me but if it doesn’t show up within the week then let me know!

I have some ideas for the next ebook too but if you do too, shoot me an email or share in the comments.

A request!

If you received clues or perspective or want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously.

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

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

A useful practice

a glass baking dish filled with halved tomatoes

Reflecting on the process of slow roasting tomatoes into confit, and the alchemy of change with heat and time


A breath for these tough times

Sending out extra wishes of Safety & Sanctuary for everyone in the path of the hard things, what a scary time we are in, inhaling and exhaling, for compassion, strength, courage, swift and steady miracles.

Announcement / last chance for Emergency Calming Down Techniques

I’ve been reeling hard lately in some cursed combination of heartache, numbness, political anxiety, winter stuff and some wild panic episodes.

Have been holding on (for dear life) to my Emergency Calm The Hell Down Techniques from a long time ago, and it’s been helping.

I am giving away a copy of these (ebook + audio recordings) to anyone who gives any sum of money to the appreciation funds / discretionary fund in the hopes that we can all keep practicing together, for each other and for the collective, and also for ourselves in these scary times. ❤️

A useful practice

A useful practice

A useful practice, if you are someone who is interested in self-fluency, which is probably you if you’re here, is developing the ability to notice when we get upset or distressed or activated in some way, and maybe something about what sets us off.

This is a skill that we finesse over time, adding compassion as we go, making room for ourselves and our experience.

As we notice what we are noticing, of course we can add Acknoweldgment & Legitimacy, we can try to bring some sweetness into our noticing.

Spaciousness

Again, we work on creating a cozy yet spacious container of sanctuary space, in which it is safe for us to be feeling whatever we are feeling as we experience it.

Yes, I am feeling angry and upset about this, I’m allowed to feel that way, it makes sense that I feel that way, these emotions are moving through my physical body and I am making space for them to move through me…

Sometimes the emotions feel as though they are bigger than us, and we need to come back into right perspective, we contain them and not the other way around. They are temporary, and we contain the wholeness.

Noticing

Sometimes our noticing practice is about providing context: Oh, I notice that I feel upset in response to [x category of behavior or y words], and I am also noticing that my emotional state is more intense if I’m premenstrual or it’s hot outside or I have a headache, etc.

So there’s acknowledgment and legitimacy for my reaction and my reactiveness, and also the recognition that these emotions might be heightened due to circumstances.

Sometimes this is good and useful! Maybe if I wasn’t having that heightened experience, I wouldn’t have been able to clock my reaction to the same degree. Maybe I need this extra burst of emotion to really let myself be as upset as I need to be.

Situation [now] reminds me of situation [then]

Sometimes I can notice that I am feeling MORE intensely, if the current situation is reminding me of a past situation.

As we practice this over time, you might find yourself becoming more adept at this — noticing faster, recognizing that we get reminded of the same hurts because they still hurt more than we think.

This week I wanted to tell you about a situation in my life currently that really only barely has to do with me that has been stirring up all kinds of big feelings for me, and it turns out these big feelings are yet again about something else!

Practicing, in action, in community

This is the practice of noticing, in action, in community.

Or: I am experimenting with modeling what one form of this kind of noticing might look like, in case this is helpful for you.

Obviously, we bear in mind that People Vary. We are all different people having different experiences, your mileage may vary etc.

You are welcome to take any clues that might apply, and tweak things in a way that works for you.

Noticing, take one…

The situation is my friend’s

My friend, a skilled, competent, warm-hearted yoga person, has run an excellent and very thorough yoga teacher training for some years. If I could wave a magic wand and have everyone who teaches train with her, I would.

Someone else is starting up a rival teacher training in the same extremely small town, and this person has been publicly saying negative things about both my friend and my friend’s training that simply are not true, in order to grow her own program.

This is not what is setting off feelings for me though

This all is, sadly, extremely normal boring yoga world drama, and all it makes me feel is sad that my friend is going through this.

Sad and also frustrated that people who study yoga deeply often still can’t work with the basics (speaking truth, for example), and just sort of generally disillusioned with everything.

But not big waves of feeling. Just a slow lapping at the shore of feelings, if that makes sense.

Where the big feelings come in

Where the big feelings come in is that my friend does not wish to correct these lies because my friend does not wish to “compete”.

My friend wants to believe that the truth will prevail, and light over darkness, and all that.

Which, putting aside that this is not the world we live in (points to plummeting vaccination rates and measles outbreaks) is not the world that I live in, and that’s where my big feelings are coming from…

Scooby-doo rewind

Many years ago, my former teacher and mentor spread untruths about me online, in a very public way, and I don’t know what was going through their head at the time or at all, so I can’t make guesses about why or how this came to pass.

Perhaps they had been lied to by someone else about me, and believed those lies, or maybe something else happened, no idea.

What I do know is what happened as a result of this.

Teapots, fires, mixed metaphors abound

Here is what happened:

I did not defend myself or stand up for myself or try to correct these false statements in any way.

In part because of the same line of thinking as my friend: the truth will prevail, people know I’m a good person with a good heart and good intentions, and that will be enough. They will see this for what it is: a bizarre misunderstanding, a miscommunication, and it will be okay.

And in part because everyone in my life, from my business partner to my attorney to my friends, said that this was a tempest in a teapot, and it would blow over on its own. To give it more attention would just be to adding fuel to something that needed to burn out on its own etc.

Regrets etc

The main thing I regret is that by not standing up for myself, I also didn’t stand up for my own students and their teaching and the beautiful work we had done together.

I hurt them, and let them down, and that is awful. I am so sorry about that.

I think in the moment I was trying so hard to course-correct for my teacher’s misunderstanding (his perception that I did not respect him despite having devoted a decade of my life to spreading his work in the world?) that I didn’t want to say anything all that could be even remotely perceived as undermining him and being actually disrespectful to him.

So in that sense, you can say that I prioritized his comfort over the people who I owed something to, the people I had trained. I regret that. I also regret that despite my best efforts, I was not able to resolve the misunderstanding with my beloved teacher.

Noticing, again

So, I have this past painful experience, that majorly fucked me up, and that experience taught me, right or wrong, that the truth does not come out unless you actively put it out there.

And who knows, maybe even then it still doesn’t come out, but at least you tried?

In my experience, for the most part, people did not trust my good heart or trust that I had my own reasons for not defending myself. They were upset and they walked, and it is on me for thinking it could be otherwise.

I see my friend choosing Not-Competing, and what I see is someone declining the opportunity to set the record straight. I wish I had set the record straight, or at least tried.

I wish I had stood up for my students even if it meant that my teacher received that as disrespectful when all I wanted in the world was for him to know how much I respected him and his work.

Reactiveness

Every time I talk to my friend about what she could do to promote her program, I advocate for being really clear about all the great elements of her program, and correcting the misinformation floating around.

She doesn’t want to do this because she thinks love and light win, or something that sets me off completely, and then I stomp around about this on my own time, in my own stuff about it.

What is useful here?

My job here, in my relationship between me and me, is to provide comfort and compassion for the pain and painful echoes of these past experiences.

It sucks that I went through these painful losses, losing my beloved mentor and my beloved students and an entire community, it sucks that people believed and potentially still believe things about me that are not true, it sucks that I still regret acting according to wise and well-meaning counsel that came from people who love me, and so on.

Safety and sanctuary for past-me, for these big feelings of loss, grief, sadness, remorse, shame, hurt, regret and so on, and for all the stirred-up pain from the surrounding narratives, or other life wounds that feel connected to this experience.

My job as a friend is to be loving and supportive for my friend, and to not make this about me and my pain.

Wise counsel: it depends

In retrospect, I think the wise counsel I received from everyone in my life does apply, most of the time, in most circumstances.

Quite often the best move is just to let things blow over, don’t fan the flames, I am going to keep mixing metaphors on this one forever…

In this specific case, I don’t think it was the right move. And if I got to have do-overs, I would make some kind of public statement sharing as much as I could, in as warm and loving a manner as I could, in the interest of everyone having as much information as possible.

Might that also have wildly backfired? Sure. And I still wish I had set the record straight, and been there for people who needed that from me.

Making space, again

Something I have to remind myself when these big feelings come up for me in response to my friend’s situation is this:

Now is not then.
Our situations are not the same.
I can share with her as much as I want or not from my own situation, and ultimately she will receive her own decisions and make her own way, and learn what she learns.

I can’t solve my past pain through trying to solve someone else’s current pain.

What I can do is keep noticing all the ways that my past pain pops up now, and try to layer on experiences of safety and warmth and kindness for myself. I can work on meeting my pain with love, with acknowledgment and legitimacy, and recognize all the ways that it shapes my life.

What is the next step after noticing

So noticing has layers, and noticing is an ongoing step, because there is always more to notice. We notice, and add compassion. Notice more, and add more compassion.

We apply some Now Is Not Then. We take a breath for that.

We notice any monster-stories we are telling ourselves (nothing will ever change, this pain will never stop hurting, nothing ever gets better, nobody loves you, etc), and we investigate, with love, but without giving them too much credence.

We introduce fun and playfulness where we can. DANCE PARTY. Tell the monster-stories in a silly voice. We find the good / where is the treasure.

And we keep noticing how we are feeling, how we are reacting, what we need, what might help. We stay curious.

Stay curious

This is really the practice at its essence, right? It’s the point of all the noticing.

We stay curious about what our needs are, about what might change for the better, what is possible…

We stay receptive to useful clues, fun insights, all the ways that life sometimes offers up surprise moments of healing and joy and loving-clarity

We try things. We ask what is needed. We look for the next indicated step. We find pleasure where we can.

My focus right now is on being a good friend by glowing supportive thoughts, and making suggestions where I can, and then treating my own pain on my own time, making room for all of it.

Applying this

I’m sure there are scenarios coming up for you, and maybe you will feel drawn to journal or do art or otherwise process on some of these themes or clues or sparks.

If that feels too intense or too close to home, then going for a walk or doing some rolling around on the floor counts as good self-fluency practice too. Safety First!

Maybe it’s just enough to let some of these ideas skip out like stones across the water of consciousness, and there is nothing more that needs to be done for now. The work is working itself out, it’s all solving itself.

Into the wishing cauldron

I am wishing for safety, sanctuary, love, clarity, and joy, or whatever is needed most, for me and for all my former teachers and former students and for my friend, and for everyone reading.

I am wishing for support and strength in training this ability to separate out now from then.

And I am wishing for solace for the painful times and painful situations, past and present.

Certainly there is no shortage of current challenges that are also reminding us of the past, very understandably. I am wishing for simple elegant solutions, and for miracles, and extra ease and comfort for everyone who needs some. Let’s keep going, let’s keep trying things.

Noticing plus softening. Noticing plus breathing. Noticing plus compassion. Noticing plus play. Let’s play.

Come play in the comments, I appreciate the company

Leave a pebble (o) to say you were here, so I know I’m not doing this alone.

Also it feels good to pick up a pebble and place it somewhere, I have noticed.

You are invited to share any related situations or musings of your own if you like, or name any wishes that are in process.

And of course you are welcome to share anything that sparked for you while reading, anything that helped, clues received, or anything on your mind, wish some wishes, process what’s percolating…

I am lighting a candle for us and our beautiful heart-wishes. What a brave thing it is to allow ourselves to want something better for us and for the world.

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

Whatever comes to mind or heart. Let’s support each other’s hope-sparks…

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