Friday chickenIn which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of ritual and self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

It doesn’t really seem possible that Friday could be here. And yet here we are.

Or so it seems.

Okay!

The hard stuff

Disoriented.

Loving this shorter week we had here in the States but it seriously threw me off in so many different ways.

And somehow I ended up with a million appointments today even though I hate Friday appointments, and apparently I overbooked and cross-booked and generally flubbed it all up.

Gah. I’m exhausted just thinking about the rest of today.

Scary times.

Doing things that scare me, and it’s so unbelievably hard right now.

Trust and faith.

Rinse. Repeat.

My life is way less fun when Svevo is not around.

My uncle Svevo was with us for four days (yay!) but then he had to go home (boo!).

And when he isn’t around, I forget to do things like nap, take long walks and delight in being alive.

I mean, I don’t forget. It just becomes less of a priority. Realizing that always depresses the hell out of me.

Keeping my mouth shut.

When I don’t feel like it.

But it wouldn’t be smart to say what I’m actually thinking in this particular situation so I’m not going to say it. Might have to go yell it into a forest though.

This thing I love to do is on the wrong side of town.

So half my day gets eaten up with getting there and back.

But I can’t stopped because I am crazy-addicted. Change, etc.

Seemingly unrequited crush!

Sadmouse.

Wednesday.

Oh, Wednesday. On Wednesday I fell apart so hard it was ridiculous.

Hug to Wednesday-me. She had a really rough time of things. I was worried about her.

The good stuff

Svevo was here! Svevo was here!

For four whole days.

We went for walks, over and over again. Once we visited the same flowers four times in one day.

We drank dew from rose petals. Did you know that the drops of water on a rose taste exactly the way the rose smells? Kind of sweet and wistful and crazy.

We met up with many friends (mostly by accident).

We cooked and ate and talked. There was napping and yoga and more walking. And every minute of it was wonderful.

Normally when I have guests I need to know exactly how long they’re staying (not that I can handle guests for more than two days anyway), but with Svevo I could totally have him stick around forever. It was so wonderful.

I am Tyler Durden.

On one of these walks we randomly stumbled upon an outdoor Shiva Nata class and saw Larisa, Rhiannon and Casey, among other shivanauts! These are all people who have rallied at Rally with me and who teach Shiva Nata.

I was exclaiming over that when Lisa Bee asked if if I feel like Tyler Durden.

That is exactly how I feel.

Shivanauts everywhere! This thing that I have been growing from nothing (way back when I started teaching I was the only person teaching this outside of Andrey).

I mean, some people were teaching but just as a warm-up for yoga, not as a thing by itself.

And now. Now I can just accidentally wander into a class.

It’s so insane and so great. I love it.

Salvaged Wednesday (not a band).

Even though Wednesday seemed like a total loss, around 4pm I got my second wind, thanks to some sweet and kind help from the First Mate.

And I got a ton of work done in about an hour. It was huge and important and it really saved the day, if not the week.

The Shiva Nata training page. I did it! Unexpectedly and joyfully.

Yes! I rewrote the Shiva Nata training page and now it is so much better.

You should read it. No, really. You should read it!

I had fun rewriting it, once I got over my giant stuck around it, and am so excited for September.

Note that early registration ends June 15 which is seriously soon. FYI.

Derby!

Roller derby all weekend long.

Come on, Shivanauts!

Inspired.

Big ideas, big shivanautical epiphanies, big decisions.

Stuff is changing and I am actually kind of happy about it.

And … playing live at the meme beach house it’s the Fake Band of the Week!

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

This week’s band, thanks to Dan Savage:

Its Tragic Aftermath

They’re smart, funny, and playing in town all week. Except that it’s really just one guy.

And some of what I’ve been reading/thinking about this week.

Good outpouring of anger from our Léan. Work, Parenthood and All That.

So, to summarise, if you do a job that allows breaks every day, weekends, sick pay, holiday pay – and, in fact, pay in the first place – you’re “working”. BUT if you perform exactly the same tasks, without any of the breaks or the pay and with a 24/7 on-call clause, you’re “not working”. Run that one by me again?

You should read this recipe for the literary reference. And for the beautiful description of peaches.

Heidi’s Presence potion is here. Hooray!

That’s it for me …

And of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments if you feel like it.

Yes? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come. Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s okay if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — you can join in whenever (or not) and it’s no big deal.