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We dissolve stuck and rewrite patterns. We apply radical playfulness to life (when we feel like it!), embarking on internal adventures (credo of Safety First). We have a fake band called Solved By Cake. We build invisible sanctuaries, invent words and worlds, breathe awe and wonder.

We are not impressed by monsters. Except when we are. We explore the connections between internal territories and surrounding environment to learn what marvelously supportive delicious space feels like, and how to take exquisite care of ourselves. We transform things.* We glow wild.**

* For example: Desire, fear, worry, pain-and-trauma, boundaries, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity.

** Fair warning: Self-fluency has been known to lead to extremely subversive behavior, including treasuring yourself unconditionally, unapologetically taking up space, experiencing outrageously improbable levels of self-acceptance, and general rejoicing in aliveness.


One possible invocation. To be read in your own voice. Translate or adapt as necessary.


Arriving at this new place, and arriving at what I am here to do
… even if I don’t know exactly what that is yet.

Hello, entry.

I am preparing to enter this experience.

This is me-now and the-experience-now. Meeting for the first time. Each time it is new.

And each time I will breathe in some of the qualities that I want to connect to.

Hello, river. I am online, and I have a purpose in being online:

Flow. Knowledge. Wisdom. Sharing. Possibility. Support. Communication. Community. Plenty. Opportunity. Curiosity. Exploration. Source. Trust.

Hello, door:

Creativity. Delight. Possibility. Discovery. Autonomy. Welcoming. Belonging. Spaciousness. Containment. Shedding. Light-heartedness. Warmth.

Hello, experience:

Sturdiness. Strength. Shelter. A loving heart. Remembering. Ascending. Passage. Discovery. Preparation. Sovereignty. Autonomy. Play. Safety. Grounding. Love.

This is the threshold. Filling up on me. Presence.

A full inhalation and a full exhalation. Feeling my feet on the ground.

Connecting to the version of me who knows how to do this.