What we do here:

Work on our stuff. Dissolve stuck. Play. Experiment. Rewrite patterns. We take sometimes-heavy things* and we make them more fun, playful, manageable.

I also write about my conversations with walls and monsters, and what it's like to work on a pirate ship. Good times.

* Sometimes-heavy things include: mindfulness and presence, pain and trauma, business-growing, that problematic word which rhymes with flaweductivity

 

Wish 266: Operation Grants Pass


very personal adsPersonal ads. They’re … personal! Very.

I write a Very Personal Ad each week to practice wanting, and get clarity about my desires. The point isn’t getting my wish (though cool things have emerged from wishing), the point is learning about my relationship with what I want, and accessing the qualities. Wanting can be hard, it is easy to feel conflicted about it, and the reasons for that make this a surprisingly subversive practice…

What do I want?

Oh you guys. This weeks’s wish is so very loaded for me. I’m not even sure how to talk about it.

I think we’re going to need some secret agent code to keep this safe because the monsters are freaking out so hard right now.

Safety First! That’s how we do things.

There was a scholarship thingy.

Let’s not call it that. Anagrams to the rescue! There was a Splash Choir!

The Splash Choir was going to put on a show on a certain date, and to join the choir you had to show up to a practice before that happened.

Incoming me was very clear that she wanted me to splash in this choir. She reminded me over and over about the practice session. She made me write a reminder on a post-it note and put it above my bed.

She told me splashing with the choir would be a transformative experience. She said the parts that seem scary are worth the growth that this experience offers, and that I can kill it in the practice session because this particular kind of splashing is something I’m really good at.

And then I missed the practice session because I was so in my stuff about this that I couldn’t even bring myself to look online to find out when the date was.

What else do I know about this?

I felt bad about not having listened, since her suggestions are ALWAYS on target and they always pay off, and she laughed and said not to worry about it.

She reminded me that I believe in Nothing Is Wrong, and so does she.

We did some practicing related to forgiveness and presence and Now Is Not Then, and talked to some of the monster crew who were very upset about how I’d Screwed Up My Only Opportunity, even though of course they were the ones behind the paralysis of not being able to take a step towards even admitting I wanted the thing I wanted.

And then there was an announcement that the practice session had been postponed for a few days, and I can still make it to the practice session.

What do I know about what I want?

This is about receiving, and my ability to receive.

Which is pretty fitting, because this is my year of Emerging & Receiving, and these are the things I need to figure out, so of course they are stuck right now.

This is also related to my big current Lioness Self adventure*, which has to do with the thing Incoming Me keeps saying:

It. Doesn’t. Matter. What. They. Think.

* Lioness Self is an anagram for life lessons!

What do I know about this so far?

There is so much fear for me tied up in asking for help.

Showing up to splash with the choir means being deeply vulnerable. There’s lots of fear about what people will think about me if I get into the choir, especially if that means they don’t get into the choir, because there is only one opening this year.

Right now small scared me is having a lot of trouble believing that it doesn’t matter what they think.

There is fear about misunderstandings, about having to explain myself or defend myself.

There are painful memories about Operation Resilience, when I really, really, really needed help, desperately.

I asked people for help who were not the right people to ask, and they told me that it was selfish of me to ask. And then I stopped asking, and things got really bad.

There is so much pain, so much fear, so much sadness. And: now is not then. Now is new.

What will help with this?

A new frame. What if I stop thinking of it as a scholarship and think of it as a grant instead? I’m going to do splash choir stuff anyway, and this is a way to do more of it.

A grant. Grants Pass. It’s a passage.

Grants Pass came into my mind because this weekend a completely brilliant and crazy series of events happened, and clues were flying all over the place and I was standing there with my jaw on the floor, and then I picked up a flyer about something happening in Grants Pass, Oregon. It seemed like another clue.

Anyway. A grant is a good frame for me. A splash choir is a good frame for me. Language and play. This will help. Operation Grants Pass it is. Or Grants Splash…

You know what else is good? For me, I mean. Asking for reassurance from friends.

Max asked, “Hey do you think they might have extended the deadline just for you?”

Richard said: “It’s not evil or messed up to say YES to a sweet thing life offers you.”

That is a form of asking I can do, and it is helpful.

Baths are helpful. Naps are helpful. Talking to incoming me is helpful. Finding the good is helpful.

Taking sweet pauses, saying yes to the red lights, remembering the purple pills, saying thank you to the broken pots.

Where do I want to start?

I want to work backwards.

Let’s say there’s a version of me who has already gotten into the Splash Choir and feels amazing about it? What can she tell me?

Let’s reverse-engineer this thing.

Anything else?

I can use the Floop.

I can write a love letter.

I can tell a story. I am good at telling stories. I don’t have to tell the whole story. I can tell bits and pieces of a story. I can dance. I can dance this out. In my safe rooms for her, and safe rooms for my fears.

Where do I want to start?

Interview incoming me to find out what she knows.

Skip stones as often as possible.

Dance. Intensity. Writing. Red lipstick. Eight breaths. My body gets the deciding vote.

Use the compass. Eight breaths: one in each direction.

Pleasure. Presence. Ease. Comfort. Emerge. Receive. Glow. Wild.

Say thank you in advance.

Thank you in advance!

Me: Hey, slightly-wiser me, what do you have for me?

She: They changed the deadline for the choir because they didn’t find the splasher they wanted. You are the right splasher for this choir. This choir is the right place for you to splash. If that changes, that’s fine. Right now though, this is your beautiful challenge. The win isn’t getting to be in the choir. The win is showing up and saying “YES I WANT TO SPLASH”. And the biggest win will be the point of not caring what anyone thinks about your splashing, but in the meantime it is still a hugely important win to know that you care and still try.

Of course you have pain around this. It’s your stuff. And. There is treasure in this.

The superpower of coming into your superpowers.

August-2014-Emerging August is Emerging in the Fluent Self calendar.

The superpower of coming into your superpowers.

This is exactly what I need. I am ready to come into my superpowers, including the superpower of knowing that it doesn’t matter what they think, and the superpower of receiving gifts that are winging their way to me. So let’s do this.

Oh wow, what beautiful wishes.

Oh, wow. What beautiful wishes.

What else do I want?

Seeds planted without explanation, a mix of secret agent code and silent retreat. Things to play with someday.
  • Everything is easier than I thought, and look, miracles everywhere.
  • I have the best time dancing in my ballroom.
  • This doesn’t require my input!
  • Ha, it’s so perfect that it turned out like this. Past me is a GENIUS
  • I have what I need, and I appreciate it. There are resources to do this.
  • Trust and steadiness. I can see why this moment is good.
  • I am fearless and confident. I do the brave things and it is not even a big deal, and I still get sparklepoints, yay.
  • The superpower of Everything Enhances My Superpowers.
  • Ops: Real Seeing. The Protocols. Sip Hint Learn. The Panache Brigade!

Clues?

Ohmygod this week has been nothing but one clue after another. Brazil, again, and then again. Anchors everywhere. Last week I tried things on for size and this week the shoes that don’t feel good suddenly feel fine.

Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.

So. Last week, aka lioness self in the isles of lens…

Well, my lessons are here, and I have my work cut out for me. I know what the missions are. Be okay with receiving. Delight in receiving. And know that it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.

Easier said than done, yes? But I know where to start, and I’m doing the work and things are moving and changing. It was the right wish at the right time.

Thank you, writing. Thank you, me who asked.

Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.

I wish to whisper a whisper about the Monster Manual! It comes paired with the world’s best coloring book, which does so much monster-dissolving magic that even if you wait to try the techniques, you’ll still feel better about everything.

Self-fluency is hard enough, we need ways to to interact with the thoughts-fear-worry-criticism that shuts down creative exploring. And when people get the manual, I am able to me spend more time writing here. So if you don’t need help with monsters, get one for a friend. Or plant a wish that someone gets it for you! And bring people you like to hang out here. The more of us working on our stuff, the better for all of us. ♡

Keep me company?

Consider this an open invitation to deposit wishes, gwishes, personal ads. In any size/form you like, there’s no right way. Updates on past experiments are welcome too, as is anything sparked for you.

Commenting culture: This is safe space for creative exploration. We are on permanent vacation from care-taking and advice-giving. We are here to play.

Let’s throw things in the pot! And: Amnesty. Leave a wish any time you want.

xox

Chicken 315: trying things on for size

Friday chicken

Where I cover the good and the hard in my week, visiting the non-preachy side of ritual and self-reflection.

It is Friday and we are here.

{a breath for Friday}

What worked this week?

Saying thank you.

And sharing my thank-yous.

Next time I might…

Remind myself about the relationship between rest and [everything else].

Naps are portals and bridges to healing things. For me.

And I forget this.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. Some body stuff going on. Left foot. Right hand. A small burn. A breath for taking better care of myself.
  2. In addition to last week’s Alarming Estimates for house repairs, my dentist informed me that there are things that need to be fixed. This never happens! Except it’s happening now. A breath for ease, comfort and perfect simple solutions.
  3. We invested in new equipment for the imaginary chocolate shop, and it was so expensive, and there was just no way around it. A breath for breathing through.
  4. Of course we somehow ordered the wrong equipment, and of course there were endless complications with the delivery and of course it arrived on a 90 degree day and of course it took hours for me and Richard to unload all the heavy boxes because we didn’t know anyone who could help. A breath for everything about this situation and for new forms of support coming in.
  5. Got seriously overloaded during the workshop weekend. A combination of too much intel and too much time around people. A breath for falling apart.
  6. At the point with my dancing where I can catch so things that aren’t working and I know why and I know what to do about it, and just not able to implement yet. A breath for being just past the beginning of the montage sequence….
  7. Travel and logistics and so many things to be done, so many things on hold. A breath for trust.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. Wally Walsh, wizard of bodywork, was able to do miracles with my back. I went from being in pain and having very limited range of motion to feeling completely fine. A breath for movement, and for love.
  2. Last week’s new understanding related to my relationship with dance has been bearing fruit of the best kinds. A breath for knowing what I want and how to get there.
  3. The workshop weekend with Brandi Tobias was incredible. I have pages of furiously scribbled notes, some of which are hilarious (“don’t be a baby skunk!”), and drills to play with, and a thousand shining epiphanies. A breath for the thrill of understanding new things. Or old things in a new way.
  4. I had all kinds of great dances with people this week. A breath for delight in life.
  5. Grand adventures of various kinds. Getting Redirected. Ending up at a Bosnian cafe and discovering clues. A breath for discovery.
  6. Writing, writing, writing and more writing. A breath for pleasure and for process.
  7. I am in California having an adventure related to Operation Gem Springs. I am finding the treasure. I am trying new things. A breath for everything about this.
  8. Appreciation and thankfulness. I am learning the things I want to learn. Incoming me is wise and hilarious and gives me good counsel. Red lipstick. Lovely surprises. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. All Timing Is Right Timing. So many things are good. A breath for deep appreciation in my thank-you heart.

WHAM BOOM! Operations completed.

The phrase Whoosh Ha Mastodon Boom is secret agent code that means: this thing is done! It is often shortened to wham-boom. You may also shout (or whisper) other joyous words if you like.

Lots of progress on ongoing missions, specifically Provisioning and Tiny Liberations. Wham Boom.

Superpowers!

Powers I had this week…

The power of Trying Things On For Size (in all senses), and being okay with what doesn’t fit.

No worries. These things that turned out not to fit aren’t for me. I just try things! I try things and I enjoy learning about what fits and what doesn’t.

Superpowers I want.

The power of Whatever Is Happening Automatically Enhances My Superpowers.

Salve. The Salve of Supported.

When you rub this salve into your skin, you suddenly become aware of all the forms of support that are already in your life.

The basic ones like oxygen and gravity.

Support in the form of beauty: Trees and flowers. Vibrant colors. Marvelous smells.

Support in the form of resources — internal and external — available to you whether you remember to call on them or not.

All the hidden forms of support are visible for you now and activated for you, in such a way that accessing them is now easy and uncomplicated. This salve only activates forms of support that are safe for you to receive, no strings attached, no stuff attached. This is support in pure-essence.

This salve adds grace to everything. And — here’s something interesting: this salve makes it easier to try things on for size.

When you remember how much support there is for you, it’s not a big deal to let things go that don’t fit…

These salves can’t be seen, but the production factory delivers enough for distribution by way of the magic of the internet, so help yourself. There is enough.

If salve does not appeal, you can have this in tea form, as a bath, cocktail, whatever works for you. Not only is there enough salve, there are also enough ways to receive it.

Playing live at the meme beach house — the Fake Band of the Week!

My brother and I make up bands, which are all just one guy. The Meme Beach House is the venue.

This band is called The Fly Ribbon Sutras, they play indie banjo covers of Tom Waits songs and it’s actually just one guy.

Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.

My writing/righting retreat is full. (PASSWORD: oneword)

Is this something you would want another chance at doing in the future? Let me know.

You don’t have to think you’re a writer, you don’t have to write, nothing is required other than that you want quiet time to be deeply creative, wildly inspired, and take some mostly self-guided time for internal exploration or whatever appeals to you.

Come play if you like…

Join me in the comments. Some of us share hard and good, some of us say hi, or maybe we’re on silent retreat. My ritual doesn’t have to be your ritual. Whatever works for you. Almost three hundred weeks of this and there still isn’t a right way.

Everyone belongs. We let people have their own experience. We’re supportive and welcoming. We don’t give advice.

Wishing you a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious day, a restful weekend and a happy week to come.

Shabbat shalom.

p.s. It’s fine if it’s not Friday anymore. There’s complete chicken amnesty — join in whenever you like, it’s no big deal. And I am blowing kisses to the Beloved Lurkers. I love that you are here too.