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.
Man, time. I don’t know where it’s going.
Somehow this week just kind of happened.
The hard stuff
You know what? Let’s start with today.
I generally try to avoid having meetings and such on Fridays because the Book of Me is very clear on how this invariably ends up screwing my weekend.
But today was all meetings all day. And about eight different buses. It was hellish.
All I want is for Friday to be a long relaxing graceful side into exit.
And a bath.
Super ridiculously sore because of going back to dance class after two months hiatus, due to [personal].
The thing I’ve been going through is still a thing. Better than before, but still taking up most of my time and energy.
Related, I can’t concentrate at all.
Seriously my attention span is limited to maybe getting an hour of work done a day until I can’t do any more.
Which is kind of a problem because we are CRAZY FREAKING BUSY with the new space.
Crying for hours on end because of old narrative and basically being deep in my stuff and the stories, in the helpless and the grief, thinking it would be forever.
Knowing, of course, the truth: that none of it is about me.
But still sad.
Grumble, change, grumble, adjust, grumble.
Wally is gone for a MONTH, what will I dooooooooooo?!
Physical therapy addict, it is me.
Not hearing a thing I wanted to hear.
In three different ways. And then being so in my pain about the not hearing.
Specifically wanting changes at Hoppy House and the new Playground to happen faster than they’re happening.
Unforseen problems and challenges.
The leak in the Treasure Cave (that’s the treatment room we’re opening at Stompopolis) meant the carpet had to dry out and then the carpet cleaners had to come, and now the ceiling tiles need to be replaced….
Agonizing waiting plus frustration plus expense plus worry.
I want to tell people about a thing but I can’t.
See also: [personal].
The good stuff
Roller derby league championships!
Every minute of it.
Hanging out with friends, beating the Heathers, the incredibly exciting last jam overtime bout of craziness, just being in a state of joy.
Things that were disharmonious coming into new and much more pleasant configurations.
Everything that was not good became good again. Not really in any way related to the things that had seemed painful, more just the perfect distraction. And a reminder that actually no, things are beautiful.
Sunday night was luminous.
And then the perspective that comes from sweetness.
Lighting! Finally installed.
I know, it’s been months that we’ve been waiting on this.
Everything looks better now.
Small miracles. And yoga.
There was magic in the air.
Back to dancing!
Everything is better when I’m dancing.
Something that was broken came back together.
A wish granted.
One of my Very Personal Ads from Monday was for some clearing of the air in a way that is sweet and harmonious, and it happened!
I absolutely didn’t think that was possible but then it was!
All the amazing Shiva Nata I did this week was doing the craziest things. Epiphanies and realizations all over the place. Catching things in mid-air. Undoing old patterns. Replacing stuck pieces with flow.
I am in awe of the whole damn thing.
This is where I live.
And some times this is hard and painful. But this week it felt like home.
Playing live at the meme beach house — it’s the Fake Band of the Week!
Background? Ez and I make up bands. Stu (retired Bolshevik-fearing voice-to-text software) once translated “people will hate me and be jealous” to “they’ll hang out at my Meme Beach House“. It’s just one guy.
This week’s band is:
From The Park
They’re shaggy-haired goofballs who play banjo. And sometimes kazoo.
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…
The thing that saved my ass a thousand times this week when things were scary and painful was the monster manual & coloring book. So I’m recommending that.
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.
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.