Friday chickenWhere 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.

Hello, hello!

I am back from my two beautiful weeks away at the VICARAGE, where I was on a (mysterious spy op!) silent retreat that I can’t talk about, because: silent retreat.

And I should mention that I’m feeling a bit wobbly because everything is slightly different now. Good-different. Just in the transition.

What worked?

Silent retreat!

Asking for the superpower of Easy Transitions, and then processing that.

Next time I might…

Anticipate the fact that transitions themselves are actually not that easy by their very nature.

So helping them become easier means building in spaciousness. And time. Lots of time.

It means lots of conscious entry. Also anticipating that however much time I think I need is probably way-way-way lowballing it.

Next time I will plant a reminder that there is nothing wrong with the wobble, or with the fact that I am in it. It is a temporary, natural, normal part of landing. Like when you first walk on land after a long sojourn at sea. You haven’t forgotten how to walk. This is just the time for adjusting.

The hard.

  • Transitions.
  • Flux.
  • I don’t want to be done yet.

The good.

  • Horizon.
  • Water.
  • Dance
  • Understandings.
  • Process.
  • Anticipation.
  • Knowing
  • Returning. Returning.
  • Realizations and epiphanies.
  • Seeing friends on the way back.
  • Home.
  • Oh, phone and internet and modern conveniences! It is nice to see you again, you crazy dangerous beautiful drugs.
  • My bedroom.
  • Appreciation for the me who set this up and the me who will return.
  • Secret flowers. And all the flowers.


A superpower I had this week…

The superpower of deciding that this time is the right time.

And a superpower I want next week.

All the superpowers of landing and landings, everything that has to do with land and ground and earth and anchors.

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

Background. Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once invented hanging out at the Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.

This week’s band comes by way of @vicarpac, who incidentally is in charge of reminding me to take time off. They’re noisy and goofy and full of surprises.

Phantom Thumb Drink.

Though, of course, it turns out that it’s really just one guy.

Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.

Picture me wearing that crazy hat

I again recommend the class on TIME. You’ll need it for the Year of Emptying and Replenishing (password: compass), which begins soon and is going to be amazing.

That’s it for me …

Join my Friday ritual in the comments if you feel like it. Or call silent retreat!

We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. And we don’t give advice (unless people specifically ask for it).

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 (or not) and it’s no big deal.