What's in the gallery?

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.

What's in the gallery?

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.

a week as memoir (a check-in)

The week that was and wasn’t and is

I am still yes to reflecting on my week, and also receiving a resounding no to sitting down to write about it in any known form, so: collecting notes, themes & thoughts from my week, some in the form of memoir titles…

Wishes, goals, goal-wishes & Desired superpowers

Pare Down & Get Agile.

Stay Glowing, Stay Wild.

More Clarity please (something about how this relates to being Well Oxygenated)

Strength to Strength:

Nailed April goal of 14,000 morning sun salutations (in under the wire! not always in the morning!), and now ONWARD & UPWARD, with a goal-wish that is so outrageous that I am not going to speak it yet, because it is the very definition of a Tiny Sweet Thing that needs some extra protection.

Best parts of the week:

+ Getting second shot
+ Turns out no longer constantly anticipating an agonizing death at every moment and every turn is having a huge impact on my sleep, I am sleeping eight hours uninterrupted, dream life.
+ Have been making some just absolutely inspired deliciously poor life choices, I think I have to recommend it.
+ Dessert in an enchanted garden with the person I have missed smiling at, see above.
+ Delicious things are delicious, a joyful, laughter-filled wandering through favorite outdoor places of magic, a pilgrimage to a new-to-me hidden labyrinth, fantastic vegan chocolate stracciatella ice cream from Monsoon.
+ Made sahlav (vanilla orchid rose-water coconut, cinnamon & pistachio pudding, fulfilling a deep wild nostalgia.
+ Suddenly everyone is writing me love poetry? NOT MAD ABOUT IT AT ALL. Hello hot poet spring, do your hot poetic thing. (That was not meant to be a line of poetry, but I’m leaving it as is.)
+ Everything is fluid & in flux right now, so just gonna flowwwwwww!

Hard/challenging/painful elements of the week:

+ Boundary challenges, so many of them
+ What do I want
+ Ahahahaha so many options (too many?) vs perception of running out of time
+ How do I protect my wants when my tendency is to be “flexible”, which invariably turns into people-pleasing
+ How to maintain morning practice in a place where mornings are defined by interruptions
+ Yeah that was a gun, okay, we are fine, shaking it off, onward (but are we fine, or are we just so used to saying “okay we are fine, let’s shake it off” that we think this is the same as being fine)
+ I Am Trash For Danger & Regrets: A Memoir
+ All I Can Do Is Sleep It Off: A Memoir
+ The many many mysteries
+ Being an enchantress is a lot of work, actually???
+ Everything is fluid & in flux right now, so just gotta flow, ugh
+ sigh & lolsob at how familiar this is, what would it be like to be able to hunker down into some safety

Some wisdom from the labyrinth that I transcribed

The labyrinth said…

Listen and know:

To live a life of sorcery and to be in love with life are THE SAME

What does this mean?
More ritual,
more precision and high regard,
choose your settings wisely,
be in places that nourish,
get rid of everything that doesn’t befit an enchantress
take your magic making and your settings very seriously

What would I like from this coming week?

Slow down, breathe more fully and intentionally, do less to get more, a joyful return to prioritizing Delicious Food, Beautifully Plated, more attention to setting & settings, epsom salts, be deliberate and formidable, reduce distractions, give everything more time, be with what is.

Appreciation

Thank you so much to people who sent me surprise Appreciation Money this week via Barrington’s Discretionary, it is always welcome and received with love, and if I can land in a place, which is the wish-goal of wish-goals, I can share more writing here, that’s my preferred way to fill time; writing and hopeful thoughts.

Play with me in the comments! I LOVE COMPANY!

Reminder that you can always use a made-up name in the comments whether in service of safety or playfulness.

We are all going through what we are going through. So we make this a sanctuary by not care-taking or problem—solving for other people, we can leave each other warmth or hearts of love or pebbles of witnessing.

🚨 WE HAVE EMOJI WORKING NOW!!! 🚨

How are we holding up? Anything hard and/or good in your week that you want to name here, any wishes or superpowers or anything else that wants to be named? Sometimes naming helps. Naming & breathing.

And if that’s not your thing, you can say hi or call in something you’d like more of for the coming week.

Love you,
Havi

Something about (a chicken?)

Something about checking in

I have had the phrase SOMETHING ABOUT in my head a bit lately.

As in: I don’t know what, exactly, but something about…

Something about a something!

Something about how I am finding myself in and out of moments of utter fog and startling clarity.

In other words, [Something About] is what I’ve got at the moment, a clue, a direction, a pointer, maybe.

And who can even know anymore which things are hard and which are good, how can we categorize anything when it’s all so confusing at the moment, so I am trying a slightly different format to check-in/chicken, and naming all things on my mind at the moment. Like an inventory. Of somethings.

Something about a (something about) and something about a check-in that is also a chicken.

For starters

Something about returning to ritual, specifically.

Something about freshness. Something about sorrow.

Something about beginning again, and the mysteries of re-emergence when there is no going back, and no “back” to go to, even if we wanted to.

Something about forgetting and remembering.

I made a mint simple syrup for the first time in twenty years and added it to a startlingly tart and bright lemonade that I made from the lemons from a tree in a garden in Arizona, on the property of the parents of a friend of mine from Oregon.

Something about paths and how they cross, something about sense memory, all the way back to my forgotten orchards that are never forgotten and always so close and too far at the same time, long gone, gone now.

What did I forget last night

I have to laugh about this because the main something about something that I wanted to tell you about has slipped my mind.

It is so odd to have been cursed by the gods with flawless recall of any conversation I’ve ever had, but to also have ADHD and not know where my keys are or what I was so clear on last night.

Something about it was until it wasn’t, and now something new.

Something about the relationship between mourning and demolishing

Something about grief, again.

Something and really Everything about DEFUND & ABOLISH, and more than that, and sooner, and how do we get justice when the system of justice is inherently unjust, and the casualness of the wrong-doing, the [overwhleming vastness] that is too much, to see and re-see how our culture continually harms black and brown kids in terrible ways, and the cumulative damage to the psyche from watching it happen over and over again, how is this still happening (I mean, I get that the system is designed for this to happen, but it’s still infuriating), this past week of murder after murder was so awful and so telling, and the “justice” so small.

This week was so much.

Something about impatience

I have lost my temper many times this week, and was abrupt and unkind.

Something about authority (experiencing helpless fury dealing with institutions and their uselessness, endless phone calls to resolve a mystery bill, and it is still unresolved but I am out of the ability to stay with this and stay embodied at the same time).

Something about sudden uncontrolled rage (mine), and how it still surprises me.

Example, I got so mad at a Keurig coffee maker, I don’t know why, it was just taking up so much space while doing so little and being unattractive to me and drawing the eye exactly where I don’t want it, so really this is more something about aesthetic sensitivity, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing at all.

Something about maybe I am getting mad at the small things because I can’t handle how mad I am at the big things.

Something about rage and spite as fuel, and how relatable this is to me.

Mysteries of X and not-X (what am I solving for)

Something about the mysteries of sleep, and of course how the longer they remain unresolved, the more moody outbursts I am likely to have.

Something about the mysteries of place.

Something about unknowns and waiting.

Something about a line in a song suddenly striking differently. “Once I could swallow the full (entire) moon…”

Something about poetry.

Actually, quite a lot about poetry. Most of my somethings, maybe. I don’t know.


Something about wishing wishes in the shower, and how this is the only place I like to wish wishes.


Something about how most of my moods can be fixed by adjusting the temperature or what I am wearing.

Something about the power of aesthetic pleasures.

Something about zen and something about emoji

After much much effort on the part of Richard, we did figure out how to make emoji work here (aha, something about ❤️ ☀️🌵⚔️ !!!!), so that is a delight.

However making this happen involved losing the last two blog posts and related comments (something about loss).

So I don’t know, if having those is important to people I could try to possibly repost them, maybe salvage some of the comments, or we could also let it be like a zen garden made of sand, and know or remember in our hearts how the sand made beautiful patterns that were then lost to the wind because they were of the moment.

(Something about taking a breath for the beautiful that is beautiful because it is ephemeral).

Something about second-guessing myself.

And then getting bored by that pattern, and then doing it again.

What is yes? What is known about yes?

If nothing is known about yes, surely something is known about no?

Something about wanting to be seen and known by a someone

Something about how someone who I thought knew me very well saying they don’t think of me as a hedonist, when obviously I am a Known Hedonist (but not to this person, so do they need to know me better or do I need to recommit to my Devotion to Pleasure, probably both…)

Something about my friends and how they, unlike former lovers, can always be counted on to text the best and most correct things (“wow how could anyone read you so wrong, you are a top 10 hedonist, you are the blueprint of hedonism, you prioritize lusciousness and sensual delight in a way that is INSPIRING!!!”)

Something about blooming

Thinking about walking somewhere with my cousin Itai, this is many years ago, and he said something about how I am blooming now, like in the sense of coming into my myself, flourishing.

This week I drove through saguaro national forest, as I do, and the saguaro are blooming, I got to see it happen, because I drove every day, so one day they had not bloomed, and the next day my tall beautiful friends had sprouted hats and crowns, soon with white flowers that will open, glorious.

The ocotillo are blooming too, speaking of plant friends who teach about boundaries and boundaries and boundaries, with love and patience.

Something about what have I learned since last they bloomed? A lot. Not enough. Something about that question more than the answer.

Something about what have I learned (or maybe what haven’t I learned) during pandemic life.

Something about assumptions.

Okay, maybe a lot of things about assumptions.

Hmmmmmm feelings

Something about getting a text that says “Still adore you” from the person who disappeared for nearly a month after saying they would never disappear again.

Something about feelings and something about being addicted to chaos.

Something about needing more reminders and never enough, tell me again.

Here + now

Something about finally landing.

Something about full powers.

Something about lusciously embodied.

Something about the solutions that show up when you need them, and how they are not the ones I tried to force or jerry-rig.

Something about the bliss that resides and hides in repetition, sort of a runner’s high, but without the running part.

Pleasure

Something about the best Bulgarian sheep feta drizzled in olive oil, something about the small joys.

Something about a poem a friend sent me, something about translations and renaming.

Something about the just right pillow and how it changes everything.

Something about the small pleasures can lead (sometimes) to bigger ones.

Something about anticipation, my very favorite drug, and finding new sources.

The freedom in the grief

Something about knowing there is nowhere I need to be, no one I need to take care of, nothing that needs me, and this can be very deeply depressing, or it can be beautifully liberating, and right now I am finding some joy in something that has been painful.

Come play with me in the comments!

Something about how much I love you all and appreciate your company and companionship in these experiments, these adventures into reflection.

You can regular chicken (name some hard/good in your week), or name some somethings about somethings, or whatever you feel drawn to do with lovingly reflecting on the week.

DID I MENTION WE HAVE EMOJI WORKING NOW?! Go wild. ✨

Reminder that you can always use a made-up name in the comments whether in service of safety or playfulness.

We are all going through what we are going through. So we make this a sanctuary by not care-taking or problem—solving for other people, we can leave each other warmth or hearts of love or pebbles of witnessing.

How are we holding up? Haha maybe that’s the wrong question. What kind of somethings are we having a something-about about?

xox
Havi

Seven depressions in a trench coat? (a check-in)

Seven somethings in a trench coat, probably (story hour)

I was journaling about FEELINGS and had the realization that they are all jumbled for me right now:

I think I can’t even differentiate anymore between pandemic depression vs regular depression vs breakup depression vs loneliness depression vs impending summer heat depression vs hopelessness re vaccine depression vs hopelessness re the govt wants us all to die depression SHRUG EMOJI!!!!

And I texted my friend about this, and she said, oh yes, the old seven depressions in a trench coat trick.

This made me laugh, so that’s how I’ve been referring to it and imagining it. Seven depression raccoons standing on top of each other’s furry raccoon shoulders, doing their best impersonation of a person, possibly wearing a top hat or something equally absurd.

And of course, I’m not depressed, which I know, with certainty, because the second I have the opportunity to converse with a human I like, I immediately feel better. And in my experience of depression, it’s not a thing we can generally snap out of the way I snap out of it these days when I get to talk to someone.

So it’s not that I’m depressed so much as that my opportunities to do the depression-ending thing (interact! with a person!) are so limited, due to circumstances, and when I don’t human contact, aka most of the time, the seven raccoons keep me busy with their raccoon shenanigans.

So I’m trying to remember this image, nothing is real, it’s just a gaggle of creative raccoons in a not-even-very-good disguise, and I can laugh about it, which also makes them laugh, and then they topple into a pile, giggling madly at their own ingenuity.

May we all giggle a little at our ingenuity when we can. Survival survival survival. Let’s do this.

Weekend Check-in, we made it.

Reviewing the week aka Chicken/Check-in is not only a reassuring ritual and fun to say, but another form of remembering, turning inward with attentiveness.

We can name what was difficult and name what worked, I find naming therapeutic. What am I experiencing and how am I experiencing it? All intel is useful.

Mainly we’re here to take a breath for having made it here. High fives all around and hand-to-heart appreciation.

If I neglect to name something big in the world, could be ADHD but also I’m keeping myself on this extended news break after spiraling hard.

Breathing for what was hard, challenging, uncomfortable, not fun…

These are in no particular order this week because they all feel weighted equally to me right now, for sure some are harder than others but I am perceiving them all as last straw material.

Got pulled over for expired plates (a problem I can’t solve anyway because of the pandemic), and while I conveniently and fortunately had a mask in my pocket, the police office who stopped me was not masked. IN A PANDEMIC, in a state full of dying people, did I mention that part. So if I die, please seek out Officer Reynolds in Tucson and at the very least make sure the world knows that all blame rests on him.

That is one very small example of the disconnect between my perception of reality and my wish to be protected and cherished, for my life to be valued by others as much (or ideally more) as I value it, versus the way everyone else is acting (like lives are expendable, and whatever, no big deal), this perception mismatch is so dissonant and overwhelming that I don’t know how to cope. None of this is new, it just feels intensified.

Another example: got a phone message from a friend saying he’s out of the country (?!) and flying into Phoenix (?!) tomorrow and do I want to have lunch in Tucson this week (?!?!?!) and, where is the part about keeping me safe, where is the part where I am protected and cherished, where is the part where keeping me alive is a priority?

Another example: a man touched my shoulder to get my attention and tell me his opinions about me, which I do not want, none of that please. But again, even not in a pandemic this is wildly inappropriate behavior, but this is life and death stuff, people. CAN WE FOCUS. On life.

Meanwhile, the selfish governor of Arizona who was first in line for the vaccine has decided that the rest of us can die, and has made mask mandates illegal. That is to say, individual businesses can decide for themselves but cities can no longer make masks a requirement. There are no vaccine appointments available. This is going to be so much uglier than it needed to be. It’s just cartoon-villain levels of cruelty.

I trust no one, and I am constantly bewildered to discover how many people I think of or thought of as friends seemingly are not particularly concerned with life, with my life, with sustaining life at all, to the extent that we can.

And sure, obviously most of [staying alive] is some unknowable combination of luck & magic, generally out of our hands. We don’t control much, and probably less than we think. But I’m pretty sure we could also not fly on planes if it’s not an emergency and we could definitely not go out to lunch. Like, come on, the finish line is in sight, let’s just make it to the next whatever-is-next if we can.

Similarly, my mysterious and confusing fight with the person I used to smile at (from behind a mask, so it’s not even like we could see each other smiling at each other, it was just feeling the smile, and that was both too little and more than enough, awful and sweet, and I miss it, all of it) is unresolved and I don’t see a way out, which is ridiculous but also it is just neutral information that I happen to not like. For whatever reason, this is unresolvable. I hate that, and it also just is.

I did what I could, until I ran out of olive branches to extend, and then I waited for my supply to be replenished, with the knowledge that maybe it won’t be, but at this point I kind of don’t care anymore.

Yeah okay, that’s not true, obviously, I care a lot, but it goes back to the question of what helps me perceive that I am protected and cherished in a relationship, that my safety is paramount. Not this.

I miss live music so much, and maybe that’s a proxy

Does that make sense? I miss live music but missing live music is also a way to be sad about something indirect, something that is not the current sadnesses.

I am awake a lot in the middle of the night. I had a dream and in the dream someone stole all my rings, her name was Lily, I confronted her, and she gave them back angrily but before that happened there was a part that was very threatening, she had the choice to harm me or not, and it took her a while to make up her mind.

I am tired of explaining to people in my life why my safety matters to me, and tired of explaining why no one gets to be Switzerland on the topic of pandemic safety. This is about keeping people alive, and we can argue the small details but we can’t argue the big point anymore.

The iconic Miranda Priestly line from The Devil Wears Prada — “Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.” —- feels very relevant to everything. Everything coming my way feels uninspired, and I wish I could explain to the world that it’s okay to take a season off.

It’s the first night of Passover tonight, and it is a lonely meditation on collective liberation.

Someone else wanted to lecture me this week on what is “unhealthy”, and yet again, it is something entirely out of my grasp to change, and yet again, the person doing the unsolicited lecturing is not the expert on what is healthy in general, never mind healthy for me. I am bored. Devote yourself to cherishing & protecting me or gtfo. Trying to live by this myself, and that’s a whole thing too, isn’t it.

Breathing for what was good, reassuring, joyful, sweet

I feel incredibly fortunate to be in good health right now, a breath for this amazing good fortune.

Talked my way out of an expensive ticket, using every ounce of privilege I possess. A breath for that.

More friends getting vaccinated, I feel hopeful and relieved at each shred of good news, may we all be vaccinated speedily and in the best possible circumstances.

The slow motion montage is what it is, but I am no longer in the slog of it. I don’t know that I’m in the fun, uplifting part, but I am just doing the things: taking my vitamins, doing my sun salutations, making sure there is nourishing food for me, keeping phone off, heading to bed early.

Listening to lots of music. Especially concerts, to remember what it is like to sing with other voices. My two favorites right now are this surprisingly cheery love song (in Arabic), and the sweetest and saddest sad-sweet song (in Hebrew), I couldn’t find a video for the version of the concert I’m thinking of, but the point is, I spend a lot of time thinking about the people who were lucky enough to be at these shows, singing their hearts out, in the intensity of the shared moment, knowing what a special moment it was, but not knowing that world would stop.

Have also been listening to Melissa Carper who is basically the queer modern patsy cline I didn’t know I needed? I love her voice and her humor.

Last week I told you that I bought The Cooking Gene by Michael Twitty, I’ve read about sixty pages which is a huge win for me after a year of not having the focus for reading, and it is so beautifully written.

I am finding moments of focus, laughter, joy, pleasure, sometimes in very small ways but they all count, I am wrapping myself up in love, I am practicing, playing, experimenting, taking notes, trying again, living the practice, being the person who knows how to protect and cherish myself at all times, I am wishing my wishes and lighting my candles, and keeping tenderness for myself, holding myself close-close.

And I am reminding myself that so much of this big sadness is not mine, it belongs to the collective, to the swirl, the full moon big feelings, to the past, to the body-memories. I don’t have to carry it all. I only have to be with the part that is mine and right-now.

Still welcoming solutions that hold me in High Regard, inviting in new and better, in all forms.

I’m sure there is more good in my life than what I am able to remember in the moment, but I’m just trying to keep my focus on what’s working, seeding the seeds, trusting in what I cannot yet see.

Thank you again so much to everyone who sent me surprise Appreciation Money this week via Barrington’s Discretionary, it is always welcome and received with love, and if I can land in a place, which is the wish-goal of wish-goals, I can share more writing here, that’s my preferred way to fill time; writing and hopeful thoughts.

Play with me in the comments! You know the drill…

I love company! You can always use a made-up name in the comments whether in service of safety or playfulness.

We are all going through what we are going through. So we make this a sanctuary by not care-taking or problem—solving for other people, we can leave each other warmth or hearts of love or pebbles of witnessing. I still have not figured out how to get emoji to work in the comments, sorry!!

How are we holding up? Anything hard and/or good in your week that you want to name here? Sometimes naming helps. I have found for me that taking breaths while I name things helps a lot.

And if that’s not your thing, you can say hi or name something you’d like more of for the coming week.

Love ya,
Havi

magical numbers & bonbons for breakfast (check in)

Got what I wanted but not in the way I wanted it (story hour)

This week I journaled a lot on my wish of spending less time on my phone.

Specifically my wish is to spend my day with my day, aka with my projects and incoming selves, with zero desire to interact with my phone.

Such a beautiful wish, so luscious and enticing. I love the idea of being so immersed in something I’m passionate about that it doesn’t even occur to me to check my phone for updates, like a rat in an experiment who can’t stop pushing the button in an attempt to win attention-pellets and affection-treats.

And guess what, I got my wish but in the most annoying way!

One day I opened phone earlier than usual to see what time [person I love smiling at] was able to meet up for smiling and walking.

Except instead of warmth and sweetness, their text said “I’m beginning to feel concerned that [redacted really really great aspect of our connection, though not what you’re probably thinking because we are definitely not doing that!] might be unhealthy”, and wow, yeah, wow, that, as my friend K said, is certainly a word choice someone could make.

That might be one of the worst texts I’ve ever gotten, possibly the most boring thing a man has ever said to me, and men have been boring me to death for my entire life, though obviously the prize for worst text I’ve ever gotten still goes to “Happy Turkey Day!” from the person I thought was my boyfriend of eight months or so, after ghosting me, so let’s say this new terrible text can be second place, tied only with “Sorry for vanishing and hope you’re well”.

Anyway, I don’t want to ever see a text like that again, and so I lost all interest in looking at my phone, and haven’t been opening it at all until I need to drive somewhere.

Next time I will ask for my wish to come true in a way that is fun and joyful please, but in the meantime, hey I’m not looking at my phone! So that’s something. A start. Maybe.

Weekend Check-in, we made it.

Reviewing the week aka Chicken/Check-in is not only a reassuring ritual and fun to say, but another form of remembering, turning inward with attentiveness.

We can name what was difficult and name what worked, I find naming therapeutic. What am I experiencing and how am I experiencing it? All intel is useful.

Mainly we’re here to take a breath for having made it here. High fives all around and hand-to-heart appreciation.

If I neglect to name something big in the world, could be ADHD but also I’m on an extended news break after spiraling hard.

Breathing for what was hard, challenging, uncomfortable, not fun…

THING ZERO and THING ONE remain the combination of the pandemic and the dissonance, no shared reality, no shared context, and not just regarding the coronavirus, but in so many ways, it’s kind of all blurring together to me, and so now I miss people and also I kind of hate pretty much everyone (not you), and when I’m not hating, I just don’t trust. That’s the best I can arrive at: not-trusting.

So part of that is my stuff, and part of it is structural, but a lot of it is just that I have lost so many friends to misinformation/disinformation, and it’s just sad. So much grief, so much loss, such a long year-and-change. Here’s to and-change, multiple meanings.

Meanwhile, my dad keeps asking me when I’m getting the vaccine, and I did not know there could be a more frustrating, irritating, guaranteed to get me to lose my patience question than his (and my monsters) other favorites aka “where will you live, what’s happening with your business, what are you doing with your life???”

But that’s the worst question and I hate it, mainly because not only do I not have an answer, I don’t know how to get an answer. The county in Arizona where I’m currently hiding is full of retired people, they aren’t even vaccinating people in their fifties yet, and my county in New Mexico has my number and is welcome to call me any time, but there’s no way to know when that will be. Or how I can get there.

It’s a waiting game, and it’s been a very long more-than-a-year of Unknowns & The Cards Said Wait.

Not just that, it’s been a very long more-than-a-year for me of no one to talk to and no one to touch, and sometimes the loneliness is so complete and all-encompassing in its agony, so utterly unbearable that I cannot do anything except be wrecked by it. It washes over me. All I can do is breathe and hope things will be different.

Very weepy this week, in general, which could be hormones or it could be the not-knowing, or it could be that while I am finally sleeping more hours, my dreams are so exhausting and stressful that I wake up more tired than I was when I went to bed. IT IS RUDE OF SLEEP TO MAKE ME MORE TIRED, and I emphatically rebuke this entire situation.

Or it could be because I read the news which was a terrible mistake and reminded me that I am not able to read the news and be a functioning human who remembers how to breathe. So now I know about Atlanta and about Sarah Everard, and other painful things, and when I am immersed in the collective grief, I am mostly useless. That’s a clue for me about something, about many things.

After a solitary month, I was looking forward to a walk with [the person I love smiling at], and that fell apart in the most ludicrous, boring way imaginable, the terrible text resulted in a falling out that I can only describe as inane.

I dislike being the one doing 95% of the conciliatory work to untangle the misunderstanding, but not as much as I dislike knowing someone would let me go over some crossed wires. I guess that’s also a clue, but why are all the clues terrible right now, who knows.

It kind of feels right now as if I am in the worst part of the slow-motion montage. That is, I know things are shifting and getting better but I’m still very much in the slog of it.

Breathing for what was good, reassuring, joyful, sweet

I feel incredibly fortunate to be in good health right now, a breath for this amazing good fortune.

My dad got his first dose of the vaccine this week, and I truly had not realized the extent of the worry-stress I’d been carrying about this until it happened. Joyful reassurance, exhaling again.

Four other friends got vaccinated this week as well. I feel delighted for them and hopeful for the rest of us, may we all be vaccinated speedily and in the best possible circumstances.

I am in a safe space for an entire month, for the first time since last June, and it feels amazing.

Oh and I bought a book, which is huge. My brain broke last spring, and other than my own writing, I haven’t read anything longer than a tweet in at least a year. The book is The Cooking Gene by Michael Twitty, someone I only know from Twitter but am very fond of. I am excited to even be in a hopeful enough place that I can imagine being someone who reads again.

Slow motion montage might be frustrating but also it is working, having some breakthroughs, both in my physical practice and in some other things I’m working on/through.

Equinox rituals were beautiful (happy vernal equinox!), and I did some writing about my wishes and had some useful epiphanies many of which were also very, very funny. Here’s to Agility, Frivolity & Vengeance!

Fancy hot tub night under the most beautiful crescent moon and surrounded by the most loving saguaro cacti.

I am welcoming solutions that hold me in High Regard. I am inviting in new and better, in all forms, may all misunderstandings be dissolved in love and may new playmates come into my life who are more fun and less work and only send texts of Wild Adoration (but I’m still able to not check my phone until the evening!).

Made really incredible lemonade this week, and next up is a grapefruit shrub, going to pick some grapefruits from a friend’s garden. And a friend delivered a birthday present of my favorite dark chocolate covered ginger, along with some extremely delicious bonbons which I absolutely had for breakfast, superpowers of that.

Might have a good place to stay for the summer, please blow some kisses in the air for this or light a candle, or whatever your preferred form or celebratory supportive magic. May it be so or something even better.

And my other wish is to stop fighting/dreading/hating this part of the slow motion montage and the glow-up ops, and figure out how to channel some EXCITEMENT for them.

Otherwise, just remembering that I’m a powerful sorceress and that leveling up is a process with ups and downs, and maybe I can have more fun with that, like a rollercoaster I decided to ride for fun, and less like something bewildering that is happening to me.

The other thing that has really been working for me is magical numbers. Setting a bell for one hour, eleven minutes and eleven seconds gets me to roll around on the floor and be a bobcat or do some yoga, and it’s also a good amount of time for me to play with a writing project or knock things off my list. LET’S SLAY OUR SHIT is the battlecry/slogan, and that plus the right container of time is magic.

I’m learning new words in Arabic, trying out new recipes, my mental map of Tucson filled in a bunch of gaps, like the last few puzzle pieces all clicking into place. My brain is sad but my brain is working again, and along with it my desire to learn, play and experience is back on! I really missed caring about things.

Thank you again so much to everyone who sent me surprise Appreciation Money this week via Barrington’s Discretionary, it is always welcome and received with love, and if I can land in a place, which is the wish-goal of wish-goals, I can share more writing here, that’s my preferred way to fill time; writing and hopeful thoughts.

Play with me in the comments! You know the drill…

I love company! You can always use a made-up name in the comments whether in service of safety or playfulness.

We are all going through what we are going through. So we make this a sanctuary by not care-taking or problem—solving for other people, we can leave each other warmth or hearts of love or pebbles of witnessing. I still have not figured out how to get emoji to work in the comments, sorry!!

How are we holding up? Anything hard and/or good in your week that you want to name here? Sometimes naming helps. I have found for me that taking breaths while I name things helps a lot.

And if that’s not your thing, you can say hi or name something you’d like more of for the coming week.

Love ya,
Havi

Say no more (a check in)

Say no more (story hour)

Over the past months in the desert, my car has gotten dustier and dustier, and when I do curbside pickup and have to identify my car, I say it’s dusty, and the person I’m speaking to says SAY NO MORE, I SEE YOU.

This week I finally got around to figuring out how my mini vacuum cleaner works, and gave star car a thorough interior gleaming, and then figured MIGHT AS WELL take care of the outside too, and drove across town to that one car wash where everyone is in a mysteriously good mood.

“Spa day for star car!”, I sang to my car. That’s the entire song, but I sing it to her when we are going through the car wash, both to calm myself down and to remind my car that she is loved, and that we are doing this in service of Freshness and Shininess and other spiritual-magical qualities that we want to be reminded of.

Anyway, I got back to the casita and it immediately began to rain, and then it rained on and off for two days. So I didn’t need to go to the car wash, but also I did, you know? I don’t know if I can explain it better than that, but that was basically the theme of my week.

Things were stuck until they weren’t, and then when they were unstuck, everything else flowed in such a way that I didn’t really need to do that work of unsticking to begin with, but also all timing is right timing, and no effort is wasted, and it’s all connected, and things get clean in the time that they get clean, and so on. And so we breathe through it and sing a little song.

Weekend Check-in, we made it.

Reviewing the week aka Chicken/Check-in is not only a reassuring ritual and fun to say, but another form of remembering, turning inward with attentiveness.

We can name what was difficult and name what worked, I find naming therapeutic. What am I experiencing and how am I experiencing it? All intel is useful.

Mainly we’re here to take a breath for having made it here. High fives all around and hand-to-heart appreciation.

If I neglect to name something big in the world, could be ADHD but also I’m on an extended news break after spiraling hard.

Breathing for what was hard, challenging, uncomfortable, not fun…

THING ZERO and THING ONE remain the combination of the pandemic and the dissonance, no shared reality, no shared context, re the coronavirus, though also in the political and also re climate change, it’s kind of all blurring together to me, it’s hard to remember who I can talk to and who I don’t trust anymore.

I said this last week, and I still think this: The pandemic has been so revealing and so clarifying, and that’s maybe the most diplomatic thing I can say about it, but one of the main things it has revealed and clarified is how many people I know (and thought I admired and respected) who view my life as expendable, and seemingly view most lives as expendable. Or maybe they don’t think about my life at all, and they just do what they do, but I don’t like it. It’s embarrassing and infuriating that we couldn’t get it together in the most minimal way to protect each other.

Other than that, kind of in and out of moods, and extremely exhausted.

When I finally got to the new place, I slept for ten hours straight and then spent the next two days napping, binging netflix, pacing, and staring into space. There might be more of that. It’s been a lot. Everything has been a lot.

Skipped sun salutations twice this week because the thought of moving at all was more than I could take.

I suddenly have multiple options for safe places to stay this summer which is exciting, but also like, where were these options when I had to move eleven times in a month?????

What else? So. Much. Anger. Just rage-fury-pain at the world and my world, and a world of memories. I am pacing and crying and taking dance breaks and just feeling everything the way I feel everything.

Also I really need a hug, and someone to talk to please, and we are still in a pandemic so there is still no way to do anything about either of those things, they remain wish-hopes, and I wish-hope for things to change.

Breathing for what was good, reassuring, joyful, sweet

I gathered forces and found a new safe house and made it there safely and I get to stay for an entire month. The last time I was somewhere for a month was last June. I almost don’t know how to handle this feeling, what is this, sanctuary, relief, hope.

Listening to music I haven’t heard in twenty years and some of the memories are sad, but so many are wonderful. Dance dance dance, keep dancing.

I have been making really fantastic meals for myself, which is the goal: Delicious Food, Beautiful Plated, Just For Me. This has been so hard for me in the past — I love to make meals for someone, and the idea that actually I am that person who is deserving of the kind of meals I can make, is blowing my mind.

Made deliveries of dessert to two people and they were both very happy with the surprise treats, and I was happy with their happiness.

Despite all the pressure I feel to Solve All The Mysteries, Close All The Doors, and generally get things off my list as fast as possible, I have been trying to practice compassion and go slow, aka let the pace be the pace.

Visited one of the places where I might be this summer, and it was beautiful and peaceful. Made friends with some donkeys and a horse and a very sweet dog.

It snowed on the mountains which is extremely unusual for March, and then I saw two rainbows. Big change, big hope. Clues everywhere.

I was feeling so foggy and lost, and then Incoming Me said, babe you’re a sorceress, please act like it, and I snapped out of it and went back to making things extra-magical, infused with intention, playful, delicious, unexpected, in the ways that I know how, even when I forget.

Delicious things remain delicious. Vengeance remains a truly excellent and exalted pursuit that brings me joy. Legs up the wall remains a perfect way to spend an evening.

Thank you again so much to everyone who sent me surprise Appreciation Money this week via Barrington’s Discretionary, it is always welcome and received with love, and if I can land in a place, which is the wish-goal of wish-goals, I can share more writing here, that’s my preferred way to fill time; writing and hopeful thoughts.

Play with me in the comments! You know the drill…

I love company! You can always use a made-up name in the comments whether in service of safety or playfulness.

We are all going through what we are going through. So we make this a sanctuary by not care-taking or problem—solving for other people, we can leave each other warmth or hearts of love or pebbles of witnessing. I still have not figured out how to get emoji to work in the comments, sorry!!

How are we holding up? Anything hard and/or good in your week that you want to name here? Sometimes naming helps. I have found for me that taking breaths while I name things helps a lot.

And if that’s not your thing, you can say hi or name something you’d like more of for the coming week.

Love ya,
Havi

The Fluent Self