In 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 can’t be Friday because in my head it’s still Wednesday.
But here we are.
Happy Friday! Let’s do this.
The hard stuff
Still too many things to do.
Plus there is always so much sadness and grief about the things that don’t get done. Even though, when you think about it, there will always be things in that category.
I mourned some of the not-doing this week.
So tired. So very tired.
I don’t even know what to say about that.
The building next door to the Playground is not done doing renovations.
Apparently they will never be done. They’ve been renovating since we moved in (fifteen months ago!).
And, according to the latest from my neighbors in the building, they’ve been doing this for at least NINE YEARS.
We’re going to have to sing the buttmonster song to make it better.
Ignored my bedtime.
I wanted so so badly to see Sharon Van Etten. I’ve pretty much stopped going to shows since the Nick Cave thing, because my needs to preserve my hearing, breathe steadily and be able to sit down are stronger than my desire to be present with the music while it’s happening.
Plus I really need to get enough sleep.
And if that makes me boring and old, I can deal with that.
So this show was going to be at 10pm, which is about half an hour past my bedtime.
But I had to go! And it was a tiny, special show. In a bar. Where I could sit. And not be overrun by throngs of people. Which is basically music heaven for a highly sensitive person.
Except, of course, that it didn’t actually start until 11:30. Which is when I used to start my shift back when I was a bartender. But right now it’s too late for me by a lot. Didn’t get to bed until after one, and that was not good.
Music still has so much sad.
Because I still miss my friend who is dead. He was at the concert too, sitting on the window ledge and smoking.
It never bothers me when he smokes. Maybe dead people cigarettes smell differently. I told him how many years it has been since I stopped, and he was really happy for me.
The news. I am ignoring it.
Seriously, it’s too much.
I wish the Shiva Nata training was at least a week longer!
I have so much more to cover!
And everyone is so amazing and I just want to get to hang out with them and do crazy shivanauttery all day.
Why does it have to end? Not fair! Not fair!
But it ends this afternoon. And then Rally starts Monday. What?! How?
That’s going to be amazing though, so ONWARD to the good!
The good stuff
Hit by massive inspiration.
I had a good three days of being in the zone, thanks to all the crazed Shiva Nata I’d done the week before.
Including the thing I had been completely blocked on. I just sat down and wrote it. Not even at Rally. Incredible.
I started this site six years ago (six years and two weeks!) but I’ve never done a guest post.
That’s because I’ve never wanted to.
But I did it for TJ as part of his Wagging the Blog experiment.
Partly because I really like the form. 30 Things I Love Right Now.
And partly because I really like TJ.
Also I met him at Rally. Rally! You should come to a Rally. It will be good. It’s where I meet people.
Anyway, I will send you think link when it’s up.
Went out to see a film on the weekend but there was a crazy impossibly long line, so gave up on that.
Went outside just as my friend Dana and her husband were driving by. They stopped. We went to Captured by Porches for beer and happiness. It was just right.
Help and support.
I’m getting so much wonderful help and support from people in my Kitchen Table program. I get to run all this stuff I’m working on by them, and they are so unbelievably helpful.
Feeling really appreciative.
Sharon Van Etten!
Even with no sleep, I wouldn’t have missed that show for the world.
It was unbelievably great.
I was there.
I’ll link to a video at the bottom so you can imagine it. Just like that but a hundred million times better!
The Shiva Nata training.
Ohmygod, this training.
I am having so much fun teaching it.
The hot buttered epiphanies are top notch: extra buttery!
The people who came are smart, funny, creative, goofy, and wonderful companions for doing something like this.
It’s a thrilling experience, really and truly.
And the usual thing where everyone there thinks they can’t do it and they can’t teach it, and then they all realize how deliciously wrong they are about all of that.
Also, I’m teaching it completely differently than either of the last two, which is a fun experiment. Results! There are many.
And all the Shiva Nata, of course.
We’ve done it silently and with music.
With words and numbers together. If you get a chance, ask one of our brand new teachers about the ten creative robots, the twenty one comforting ice creams and the twenty eight magical moments of spontaneity.
With sound effects:
Whoosh, Kapow, Meep and Ping for the horizontals. Eeeee, Shhhhh, Splat and Zap for the verticals. These also combine in cool ways like Meeping (4:3) or Splatsch (7:6).
Kapow and Whoosh gives you this cool kapowsh kapowsh sound.
We did it in a variety of other impossible ways too. We got hot and sweaty. We got still and silent. We did things we didn’t think we could do.
We made mistakes gleefully, messed up disastrously, made order out of chaos and took the world apart and put it back together. We rested and we ate potato chips. We fondled butt-monsters.
And I get to do three whole more hours of this stuff today. Yay!
Oh, and all the epiphanies, of course.
The number of insights, realizations, understandings and bits of Oh Yes It’s Like That have been huge.
Between the training and all the stuff I did to prepare for the training, my mind has been blown six ways from Sunday.
Wow. That’s all I can say for now. Wow! And still processing the rest.
Rally starts on Monday!
I love Rally so much I can hardly stand it. Rally!
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 courtesy of my wonderful uncle Svevo:
Mysterious Toe Accordion
They’re playing in town all week. Except that it’s really just one guy.
Also thanks to Darcy for introducing me to this marvelous song.
From the archives.
An old post of mine I accidentally encountered this week that I don’t remember writing or that seemed weirdly useful…
That’s from November, 2008. Weird.
Imagine that I’m wearing that crazy hat. :)
- Reminder: Rally prices have to go up in 2012. Sooner than it sounds. And Rallies are already filling up quickly. So take a look at the SCHEDULE for this new year and make a Gwish about when/how.
- The whisper-brunch is happening for Crossing the Line: the 8 Day Voyage! (password: haulaway). I highly recommend signing up before I have a chance to write the copy for this. The bonuses are better.
- Lisa Firke has a gorgeous new site and, even better, a wonderful list called Rabbit, Rabbit. Get on that! I am a Lisa-fan.
I think that’s everything? If not, I’ll add stuff to the Very Personal Ads over the weekend.
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.