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 All Timing Is Right Timing}

Even — and maybe even especially when we miss the Friday part of the Friday Chicken because of Life Stuff, in this case because of Operation Gem Springs.

What worked this week?

Using the labyrinth.

I have a tiny labyrinth that I carry with me when I travel.

It’s kind of a pain, the TSA invariably finds it suspicious, and then I forget to use it anyway. But each time I travel, Slightly Wiser Me whispers to me to bring the labyrinth. So I bring it.

This week I remembered to use the labyrinth.

Each day before I leave to work on the op, I choose a quality and I trace the labyrinth focusing on this quality. Confidence. Sweetness. Pleasure. Curiosity. Wonder. Delight.

And then I take the quality with me through my day. I feel more focused, more calm, more alert to what Max calls signs of forming.

Next time I might…

Use the labyrinth in new ways.

The labyrinth is a door. I’m using it as a way to practice conscious entry.

I’m pretty good at doing entry for things that scare me, and this week involved a lot of those.

It’s much harder for me to remember to enter everything with that much intention.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. This week was all about wax on wax off. In dance, for sure, but also in everything else. I’m in the slow motion montage training sequence and it is so hard. A breath for process.
  2. I did all the scary things this week. A breath for comfort.
  3. Got new estimates for the house repairs, and while they are slightly less terrifying, it’s not fun. A breath for perfect simple solutions.
  4. Still discovering effects and complications from the traumatic middle ear infection in Berlin ten years ago. A breath for my body and for the process of recovery.
  5. CONFLICTING INFORMATION is the most frustrating thing in the world. This has been happening nonstop all month in dance, but it came to a head this week when an instructor asked me to think “up, up, up-up-up” on a sequence and then handed me over to the next instructor who asked me to think “down, down, down-down-down on the same move before I’d even had a chance to try and apply the first instruction. Ooof. A breath for meeting frustration with patience and maybe even laughter.
  6. In my stuff about so many things. A loss of confidence. A breath for finding my way through.
  7. Feeling overwhelmed by choices. A breath for trust.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Wax on wax off! Montage! I am learning the things I need to be learning, and making progress and the dedication to meticulousness is paying off. A breath for the joy of visible palpable progress.
  2. I did all the scary things this week! Go me! Including an audition! Two auditions, since I also tried out for the Splash Choir. Anyone who knows me knows how severely allergic I am to any form of trying out for anything, and I get a hundred trillion sparklepoints for bravery. A breath for courage.
  3. Getting to play. Also a really thoughtful, sweet, heart-conversation about entry, presence and not falling for anything. A breath for the many different kinds of play that I enjoy, and for getting a bit of all of them at the same tiem.
  4. Astounding moments of coincidence, during which I met two people I greatly admire, who proceeded, with no prompting from me, to have a discussion about [super secret big wish of mine], and then gave me wonderful encouragement. A breath for magic.
  5. Sharing a moment, and a moon. A breath for things that are surprising and extraordinary.
  6. Writing. A breath for saying all the things I want to say.
  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. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. 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. Wham Boom.

Superpowers!

Powers I had this week…

The power of smiling.

Superpowers I want.

The power of unapologetically and unwaveringly trusting my instinct.

Salve. The Salve of Slow Motion Montage.

When you rub this salve into your skin, you suddenly become much more patient with everything in your life that is in process, in transition, in a state of becoming.

It stops feeling like an endless slog, and instead you are able to feel the wind against your face. The calendar pages are floating past. You are learning skills and accessing information.

One day you’ll back on this as a magical time of growth, even the parts where it has seemed like nothing is moving. It was totally moving. You’re in the training montage sequence.

The more you use this salve, the more you enjoy that process of learning and curiosity, trying and falling, picking yourself back up.

This salve fills you with a soft steady glow, it infuses your life with patience, perspective, perseverance and play.

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 band is called (Foo = X), they do smooth jazz saxophone versions of ska songs, 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.