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’s Friday, you guys!
It’s going to be a beautiful day, I can already tell.
I get to have breakfast with Colleen!
Also, this past week was Rally! And Rally (Rally!) makes things all sparkly.
Not that there wasn’t a ton of crap this week, because there was, but I am feeling strangely optimistic. Let’s do this.
The hard stuff
Way too much going on right now.
Will take a silent retreat on the rest.
Preparing for Rally with way too much going on.
Lions and tigers and bears.
So many things that can turn into seeming Doom, even when they are not actually doom.
Scared by shadows this week.
The CRUMb died.
The CRUMb is the Crew User Manual. It is like the PLUM (the Playground User Manual) but for the Crew.
So it is the CRUMb instead of the PLUM. The b stands for whatever we want it to stand for. Like booty-bouncing. Or bananas. Or benevolence.
Anyway, it is a wiki.
And this week it totally disappeared.
We have it backed up but can’t reinstall, and are currently in tech support hell. They’ve called in the head developer to deal with our Mysterious Problem, and it’s a gigantic pain.
Also: horrible timing. Disgruntled!
Two day monster conference.
Seriously, two whole days of monsters and insecurities.
And all the worries about all the things.
Own your crap, people.
This week some people thought that the proper thing to do with their crap was to hand it to me.
But that is not how it works.
Really nothing should happen on the monday of Rally except meditating.
I need to be at the Playground singing and doing yoga and meditating and doing the four questions and my other entry rituals.
And I should definitely one thousand percent definitely not go online.
And the bronze medal in the Jewish Guilt Olympics goes to…..
The same person it always goes to.
This was some hardcore guilt-tripping, y’all.
Some people are scarcity-generators. Which is kind of funny, right? I mean, if you can generate scarcity, you should be able to generate other things too. Theoretically. This person has an abundance of tactics but they all have to do with lack and manipulation.
Anyway. That was exhausting and horrible!
The good stuff
Wow, guess what, monsters?
My monsters were in full force over the weekend.
And I can’t even remember now what they were so up-in-arms about but they were convinced that all the bad things were about to happen, just like that one time, and they had very good evidence for why everything was about to be DOOM.
I used the coloring book techniques, of course, until things calmed down.
And you know what happened right after that?
Undeniable incontrovertible proof that they were wrong. Yes. My monsters were a thousand billion percent wrong in every possible way.
Yup. I’m going to try to remember that.
Reconnecting with an old friend.
My friend Scott was one of the few people in my high school whose company I really enjoyed. The last time we hung out regularly was close to twenty years ago, and the last time I saw him (funny story, I’ll tell you sometime) was twelve years ago.
We stay in very loose contact and I know more or less what’s going on with him and his wife and life in general but last Friday we spent two long hours chatting, and it was as if no time had gone by.
We had a wonderfully easy, funny, play-filled time. We are just as hilarious as we were then. It was the best.
This playdate thing just keeps getting better and better.
My playmate is a just-right match for me and for how I like to play, which is all the kinds of playing, with all the games and all the variations and ALL THE WORDS.
This week we played with shiva nata and music and reading and so many different things. This week was about possibility. About all the things that are possible. So many things!
A song for me.
My playmate recorded a song for me.
Surprise Monday morning stealth playdate.
I did not know this but it turns out that this is the best time for a playdate.
This is also the best way to reverse Monday-morning-panic.
Now is not then. Now is not then!
The day-before-Rally was 100% different than it was last time.
Remembering this and seeing how things have changed was really, really reassuring.
Everything that happened at Rally.
I freaking love Rally.
This one (Rally #23) was really, really different than the last few and that threw me for a bit of a loop, but it was also amazing, because Rally Is Always Amazing.
The shiva nata was extraordinary, the smiles were warm, the blanket forts were epic, and things are different and good and sparkling.
The April 2013 Rally is sold out.
The Shiva Nata was so hard that we forgot to be giraffes!
We did crazy fun shiva nata, and it was so hard.
One of our extra challenges was pretending to be giraffes every time we did horizontal 3 and vertical 7.
But half the time we forgot because we were so busy with words and qualities and directions and sound effects and music and the compass!
Yay confusion. Yay mistakes. Yay emptied-out-brain of emptiness and all the new patterns emerging and reconfiguring.
That fabled Rally Glow.
Do you know about Rally Glow? That weird side effect that makes everyone weirdly, even suspiciously better-looking?
It happens every time but it happened hard this time.
I don’t think I’ve ever been flirted so much walking down the street. And rally glow happened to everyone, it was very entertaining.
We are all adorable and smiley.
Ask everyone who was at this Rally. It was out of control.
The epiphany that saved the day. No, the year! No, everything!
I have been struggling with a certain systems problem, and until I solve it we can’t open Stompopolis to new members.
This issue has been the bane of my existence.
And something we did in yesterday’s shiva nata jolted my brain into reconfiguring all the connections.
And then suddenly it was so easy: I realized that I had three steps out of order. I have spent hours and hours and hours puzzling over this. And all I had to do was reverse the orientation of these three pieces.
Problem driving me crazy for eleven weeks in a row. Problem solved in five minutes after one very very madap crazy-ass shiva nata practice.
The power of helper mice.
It’s such an amazing thing and I always underestimate how much it changes EVERYTHING to have help.
Usually after Rally I spend about two hours straightening up little things around the Playground.
And then a few more hours the next day.
This time Natalia is in charge of that, and she made everything beautiful while I meditated and did yoga and my clearing-out-after-Rally rituals. What a difference. Huge.
And Marisa helped me work and made everything good.
Marisa! Here! With me!
For oh, thirty whole hours?
I got to hug her all the way to lunch and then all the way through lunch and then all the way to walking her to her cafe!
And then we had a mini-playdate of wonder where All The Problems got solved in about half an hour. And now again today.
And then! This is the plan. I have to miss her for one whole month and THEN she comes and stays until christmas! I love her so much!
All the exclamation points forever!
Things that are worth waiting for.
I can wait.
I can wait for this.
Yoga that changes everything.
I don’t know if it’s because most of my yoga this week happened at the Playground and Stompopolis, but wow.
Bliss-state of bliss. Every particle of me rejoiced in movement and stillness this week, my whole body (even the hurty parts) felt adored and appreciated and cared for.
It was a big thing.
Like having a designated helper mouse after Rally.
Like trying new (shivanautically-inspired) sequences in my yoga practice.
Like turning the Wine & Cheesening into just a Cheesening, which then turned into a monster-coloring party where there was also cheese.
We broke out the the monster coloring book and all the crayons, colored pencils and markers. And we had at it.
It was funny and sweet and companionable, and I loved it.
Experimentation worked this week. The monsters were not loving it, but the evidence to support my “experimentation might be useful!” hypothesis stacked up in my favor.
Thank you, everyone who was at Rally. Thank you, everyone who played during Plum Duff. Thank you, pirate crew at Stompopolis. Thank you, everyone from the Floop who made me laugh this week.
Thank you thank you thank you.
And thank you, everyone who reads this. It’s been seven years in this online home, and I like it here. Thank you.
From the archives.
Some old, weirdly pertinent posts that I don’t remember having written, encountered while looking for something else:
Things I didn’t know that I knewabout nests.
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:
Forgot To Be A Giraffe.
Though, of course of course of course, it’s really just one guy.
Hallo Hallo! I am saying Hallo Hallo. Announcement time.
Picture me wearing that crazy hat…
TODAY (Friday) is the very last day for Plum Duff.
Plum Duff is a very occasional thing where we have special stuff available that you can’t usually get. And bonuses. And raisins.
It is special and it is lovely and it is ALMOST OVER.
So. Here is the hidden Plum Duff page. Password: heaveaway.
It will be gone tomorrow.
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.
p.p.s. Last day for Plum Duff. Plum! Duff! Password: heaveaway