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Here we are. 321 consecutive weeks of wishing. Welcome. ♡
Two and a half weeks.
Two and a half weeks is how long my lover is away, back and forth between the mountains and that city where the indescribable Vesica Piscis massage table lives.
I don’t want to spend this time just doing day-to-day stuff while missing his kisses, thinking about the particular way he looks up at me and smiles with his whole self.
I want these two and a half weeks to feel like a container for me, something that can hold whatever most needs to happen now for me, possibly a mission or secret op. Intentional space. Retreat time. Rally time.
What’s the mission?
All these desires were clamoring for attention at once:
Writing time for Writer me. Working on dance drills with Dancer Me. Doing things for my home. Caring for the body that is a home for me. Clearing out the spare room. Thinking more about operation Round House!
I felt overwhelmed, and choosing was impossible.
Except then I woke up and I knew two things.
First! The secret name of both my passion and my project: Operation Luscious Minimalism.
And then also what it’s about, which is my APPROACH to all those possible projects.
Luscious Minimalism is what I want to embody, as a writer and a dancer, and in my home and in my space and in my body. This means that investigating everything I know (and don’t know that I know) about Luscious Minimalism supports all of those desires and more.
It’s a fractal flower.
Haha! Of course it is.
For five years, I [verb]-ed an outrageously magical center in Portland called The Playground, where we had retreats and also Rallies, which were basically retreats for projects.
And people would come to Rally with so many monster-based misunderstandings, in the form of “oh no I don’t know what my project is” and “oh no I have too many projects” and “oh no I can’t work on my project because I forgot my notes” and so on.
I would explain:
None of this matters. ALL projects are really one project, because all projects are interconnected. Playing with one supports all the others, because you’re acquiring the clues, skills, awareness and insights that will help you reach whatever needs to happen next.
And — here’s a secret — all projects are one project because anything you work on in life is part of the bigger project, aka the True Secret Project.
Wait, what’s the True Secret Project.
It’s this: How do we come more fully into ourselves?
And it’s everything we do to investigate and play with that:
Welcoming back all of our lost and forgotten aspects, amplifying our qualities and superpowers, untangling our distortions and internal misunderstandings, meeting ourselves with love so that we can be our most embodied, shining, full selves, glowing our wholeness of soul/life/presence/aliveness, delighting in our unique suchness!
That’s also why we practice self-fluency, to be better equipped for this mission.
Lalala, back to the other point.
So of course I have taught this for years and still hilariously forgot the most important thing about projects, which is that I don’t ever have to choose which project to work on.
I just choose the qualities and the feeling I want, everything else will come from that. Okay. Let’s do that!
Qualities and feelings of Luscious Minimalism for me right now…
Here’s my compass, starting from North:
Adornment, Simplicity, Pleasure, Plenty.
Grounding, Intention, Tranquility and Thankfulness.
In the center is SANCTUARY.
When I am filled up on the feeling of Luscious Minimalism, I glow. I feel creative, inspired, peaceful, wildly sexy, freedom to fully express whatever needs to be expressed, and yes, oh yes, that glow.
What is Luscious Minimalism.
Well, let’s start with what it isn’t. It’s not a paradox. It might be considered an Unlikely Combination, but actually it really isn’t.
There’s been a lot of backlash lately, if you follow these things, about minimalism.
As more attention is directed towards people who are interested in living mindfully and intentionally with Less Crap and More Meaning, and all this talk about paring down, it’s been met with reactiveness and misunderstandings. And legitimately so, because of course as we know, possessions do have meaning and value.
So it can get complicated.
Here’s what I think.
Sure, there are some people at the fringe of minimalism who just want to own as little as humanly possible, to Do Without and Make Do at hardcore puritan-guilt levels of self-punishing abstinence, and to get everyone else do the same.
And yes, there can be a monk-like beauty in having very little, it can be a wonderful treasure-filled experience, and occasionally this can get distorted into a kind of obsessiveness that doesn’t bring joy. And it makes sense that other people react by wanting to protect the sanctity of objects.
Extremist minimal philosophy is the fringe though.
Those people are to minimalism what people struggling with anorexia are to the slow food movement. Or what someone who genuinely hates men would be to feminism.
Not representative, not even connected to the actual thing, not choosing from love.
When we’re in pain, we do the best we can in the moment. And sometimes that’s trying to work our shit out through attempting to exert control; in how we relate to our bodies, our environment, our relationships.
And I have a heart full of love for that, because who among us hasn’t gotten lost and disconnected from ourselves? Who among us hasn’t forgotten truth and grasped for anything that might feel like support? We can’t let a pain-fueled path be representative of the beautiful truth of minimalism though.
Back to truth.
Slow food isn’t about denying. It’s about PRESENCE. Presence and pleasure and sustainability. It’s about enjoying each beautiful bite, and filling up on gratitude for the process, the ingredients, the land, the preparing, every moment that came together into this moment.
Feminism isn’t about hating. It’s about JUSTICE and equality and sustainability. Being deeply aware of the forces that create divisiveness and oppression, and how we internalize those belief systems. It’s about conscious presence, working towards change, uncovering more sustainable ways of relating to each other, investigating how hierarchy and power and magic beans (privilege beans!) work so that we can be aware of how we participate in oppressive structures, and make new choices to help dismantle them.
And so that we can be better humans, ideally glowing more empathy and love for everyone who is harmed and disadvantaged by the current systems and structures, which paradoxically also includes everyone who benefits from them as well.
Same goes for minimalism.
Minimalism isn’t about abstinence and getting rid of everything and being wholly unattached to objects, in a cold way.
It’s about full-body delighting in the spaces and objects and experiences that are beautiful and joyful and meaningful for you, so much so that you wish to remove everything from you life that is less-than-that, in order to fully be present with what you love.
It’s not caring less, it’s caring more. It’s knowing we need much less than we thought, which lets us really connect with those things that elicit appreciation, nourish the senses and transmit real pleasure.
It’s about PRESENCE, joy, simplicity, clarity, peacefulness, hope. It’s about treasuring beauty, spaciousness and everything you own. And of course, choosing to live sustainably.
Anything else is a distortion.
Do I have Stuff about Minimalism too?
Absolutely. Ohmygod. I look at Instagram feeds of people who care about the things I care about: sustainability, ethically-produced clothing, conscious fashion. Clothing whose production and manufacture does not exploit, or worse.
In mind and heart, I am on board with this mission!
Saying no to fast fashion and the way it oppresses people and harms the earth, and turns us into creatures addicted to the temporary sugary high of consuming but can’t actually enjoy our belongings. Being intentional about our choices, buying LESS but better. Yes!
And yet what I see is an endless parade of thin, mostly white women, wearing all black or all white, with interesting “statement piece” jewelry, and always the ubiquitous and much-loathed-by-me standard issue identical straw hat.
I have Reactiveness!
In part, because that’s not my aesthetic. What I want is a lushness: a richness of color, fabric, and texture. I want to wear clothing that supports my Havi-ness.
I want to be a Wild Sensualist, a lover of life!
And also because I want to see more of a variety of everything: body types, cultural diversity, glorious self-expression, interesting hats!
So yes, I have no end of monsters and Ludicrous Fear Popcorn about Oh God You Will Be Boring, and What If The Only Way To Live A True Yes/True Less Life Is To Be Monochromatic, and What If Sustainable Fashion Is Turning People Into Zombie Clones And This Is The New Stepford Wife.
None of that is truth though. Truth is that I am always allowed to find my own way, discover my own flavors, play and explore, invent and re-invent.
What do I know about this?
What else about this wish?
[I just removed two thousand words because this post is already extremely long, even for me, so we will have to return to this topic which apparently fascinates me to no end, because I have a lot to say.]
This is not about negating, denying, forcing, rejecting, or discarding for the sake of discarding.
This is about the buoyancy and joy that comes from intentional choosing: what is beautiful to me, what is important to me, what gives me pleasure and delight, how do I want to live, what supports me in accessing the qualities of my compass?
It is about making space to see what I love about what I love, so I can bring more of that into how I am.
You are invited to share many !!!!!! about my wishes and realizations here, to share anything sparked for you while reading, to say “oh wow, what beautiful wishes” to me and to each other, to wish your own wishes.
I will also take all forms of EXCITEMENT and GLADNESS for this particular wish, and also clues if you have any, or good wishes if you don’t!
I am looking out through my bedroom window at the beautiful green tree whose leaves take up the entirety of my view, appreciating how very lush and green and alive it is, the sun streaming through it.
I pause to kiss the palm of my hand and press the kiss into my cheek — Smooooooch! Smush! A sweetly sloppy, enthusiastic toddler kiss, the way we sometimes do at Rally. I want to appreciate me as much as I appreciate this tree.
That’s the kind of thing that is easy to forget about when my space is so packed full of distractions, or reduced to such spareness that I don’t remember pleasure.
The superpower of Fearless Intentional Choosing.
Now I am ready to Stand In My Strength more, and September comes in with the marvelous superpower of Fearless Intentional Choosing.
Which, interestingly enough, is actually the theme of this week’s wish about getting to the truth of Luscious Minimalism.
I am also remembering that June (Release More) came with the superpower of I am stronger than I think, and now I am STANDING in that strength! Double strength. Thanks, June Me, for all the work you did to get me here.
Progress report on past Very Personal Ads.
So. Last week aka Stand in my strength more…
I’m doing it. This week was all about setting clean boundaries, speaking truth, finding my allies, navigating complicated situations with grace. And I worked on being beautifully grounded in my dancing, which is the same mission.
Thank you, process of writing about wishes. Thank you, me who asked.
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