And then I invited myself to go strawberry picking on Toozday with Roller Eclipse and Draggin Lady, and we ended up spending a lovely two hours on the beach. So there. Fake Beach Day happened anyway, and on an actual beach.
Category: updates & announcements
Internet was down in Portal-land, so this Friday Chicken squeaks in at the end of a west coast Friday, making it practically a Saturday Chicken. (Certainly for all y’all on the east coast and in Europe, though I assume everyone in Australia thinks of it as a Sunday chicken?)
We’re here. Breathing and welcoming. Goodbye, week. Hello, weekend and new week to come. Let’s do it.
My god, Friday. Where have you been all week?
And why are you so beautiful? I have needed this.
This week, as is often the case, the hard and the good are all intertwined.
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. I am at the Vicarage, retreating into even more silence than I normally play with, and channeling the superpowers of Succinctness and Sweet Grounded Blissful [...]
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. You guys, you guys, you guys! TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHICKENS! So many chickens. If you had told me two hundred and fifty weeks ago [...]
I just realized. Next Friday is exactly TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHICKENS, you guys.
And this weekend will also be the 200th Very Personal Ads, aka Visions of Possibility and Anticipation.
We celebrate 250 weeks and 200 weeks in the same week! That’s a lot of consecutive weeks to do anything. And I would never do it if you weren’t here to read and play, so thank you. Thank you for shared space and shared ritual. It means a lot to be doing it with you.
I had a wonderful dream. And then I woke up from the dream and felt very sad that the thing that happened in the dream could not actually happen in real life.
So I used it as my proxy, and pretended that I was doing it.
Very many interesting things transpired as a result, including what might be the best superpower of all time: finding shortcuts wherever I look!
Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection. And you get to join in if you feel like it. What worked? Trusting. Someone I trust told me: “Your sparkle is strong today.” It was a difficult day for me. I couldn’t feel the sparkle. [...]
Listening to what I wanted.
To trees. To instinctive pull. To inclination and disinclination. To judgment and distortion. To the secret language of picnics. To questions I didn’t understand, trying to hear the question behind the question.
To music that is like this and music that is like that.
Relinquishing an old idea of what “right” looks like.
I was trying to make a mission happen, and my contact (Agent Stan of Stanistan) was not playing ball.
It kept not working, and I kept trying because I was convinced that this particular agent was crucial to the mission, and then eventually I realized: wait, this is stupid and not fun.
So I asked for the new just-right agent to be my contact for this mission, and I found her and it was easy. And her name is Bee, which is the best name in the world, and she was even more helpful than Stan of the Stans had ever been.