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 what I want.

A thousand sparklepoints to me because that was not always easy.

Next time I might…

Remember that I’m probably wrong about things I think about myself.

This week showed me a bunch of old filters that I have been seeing myself through which are not true or up-to-date or at all relevant to my life.

That was super interesting. And yet the most interesting part is how surprised I am.

Next time I’d like to start from the assumption of “of course I have insecurities messing with how I relate to myself”, and find out what I learn.

p.s. Thank you me-from-a-few-weeks-ago who made a wish about “I am ready to see clearly”. Holy shit. It is here and it is intense. I assumed I’d become more aware of negative things but guess what? I am seeing BEAUTY and I am seeing things that are absolutely remarkable which had been completely invisible to me before.

Eight breaths for the hard, challenging and mysterious.

  1. The Day of Mud during which I could not do anything. A breath for moving through.
  2. Both while doing all the things and being too overwhelmed to do any of the things, total shock at the sheer number of things. How do I have so many jobs. When is it going to end. A breath for trust and release.
  3. All kinds of not-fun stuff going on with the chocolate shop. Including a story that involves gun shots, not even kidding, as well as losing a bunch of business due to unrelated circumstances. A breath for whatever will help us get through this.
  4. Still mad about a thing I would like to eventually be done being mad about, whenever that happens. In the meantime, a breath for me, and a breath for love, and a breath for time doing its thing and bringing perspective.
  5. This week went to work and projects, and not as much to the things I like to be doing (yoga, dance, writing). A breath for comfort.
  6. The thing I want is not the thing someone else wants. A breath for finding our way, individually and together.
  7. Made a giant decision that will bring a lot of ease into my life, except now I am doing Even More Things in order to clear space for it. A breath for passage.
  8. Inhale, exhale. Goodbye, mysteries and hard moments of this week.

Eight breaths of good, reassuring, delight-filled.

  1. THE DAYS OF DOING. Rally magic kicked in hard and I have been doing all the things. 15 missions got cleared out just on Tuesday afternoon. Wham boom! It was mind-boggling how many things moved, shifted and completed this week. A breath for joyful applause. And a hundred billion sparklepoints.
  2. I was able to announce the writing retreat aka the Righting Retreat, and I am so excited about this! A breath for creating the thing that I always wished existed.
  3. Massive Rally epiphany that is currently blowing my mind so hard, and is impossible to explain because it falls into that category of This Realization Is Stupid-Obvious. It has to do with really seeing, and I am really seeing. Amazing. A breath for this new and glorious reconfiguration of how I can see things!
  4. No, really, doing all the things. I cannot believe how much got done this week. Things that have been cooking for what seems like forever. Projects that have been back-burnered for even longer. Forgotten things. Urgent things. Future things. All the things. I don’t even know what happened. Just somehow, this was the week, and everything moved for me. A breath for miracles and right timing.
  5. Richard is wonderful. I don’t say that enough even though I think it all the time. He does so many things that make my life easier. A breath for deep appreciation.
  6. Taking care of myself. This week I invested in the well-being of incoming me in dozens of different ways, and I made choices towards rest and towards rejuvenation. A breath for this.
  7. I AM RETREATING. In two different ways. I set up the Righting/Writing retreat that I have dreamed of, and also I found some notes from the last time I went to the Vicarage that basically said, “wow, I can’t believe I waited until I was this much of a wreck to give myself recovery time”, and thought, oh, man, I am watching what is coming and not doing anything about it. So I am taking myself away before I reach that edge. A breath for knowing what to do.
  8. Appreciation and thankfulness. Thank you, Karen J, for the scarf and for thinking of me! My mission last week about joining the Resistance turned out to be brilliant. T.J. said all the right things while I was panicking on Monday. And Oliver Danni sent me Chicken On A Raft! I can’t even tell you how quickly this put me in a good mood. The henchmen have hats, why do I forget this, it is the best. Richard brought me snacks. The yellow roses in the backyard are gorgeous. I am okay, and I am going to be okay, and I trust that every aspect of these hard learning is useful. Nothing is wrong. Now is not then. 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.

So much wham boom this week, I am in shock! I introduced Operation Sip Hint Learn to the Floop and people really got it, and now we are getting it ready to send out to everyone in the Year of Emerging and Receiving. Among the other ops taken care of this week: Operation Lipstick. Mission Morocco Babe. Operation Spacial Wish Times Five. Operation A Certain Witching. Mission A New Way of Os. Operation Possibilities. Operation Righting It Down. And I even got a haircut. Wham Boom.


Powers I had this week…

The power of seeing exactly what I needed to see, which is helping me with Wildly Confident, what I asked for last week.

Superpowers I want.

The power of knowing, deeply, that every moment is treasure.

Salve. The Salve of Zoom.

My astoundingly productive week feels like a miracle, it really does. And I know a lot of seeds and resting and waiting went into setting things up for this vivid, colorful explosion of flowering.

I wish I could share this with you, all of it, so I’m asking for it to come into salve form.

The salve of zoom is peppy and peppery, it is surprisingly soothing, it fills you with trust, and a tingly burst of knowing that things are possible.

I want to say “uplifting”, but it is very subtle. You put it on, and suddenly you notice that you are smiling, and you aren’t sure if this is new or not.

Things are starting to move, you can feel it. And this is good, you can feel it. So you smile some more.

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 from Richard and it’s called Don’t Sit On The Banana, and they are a fiddle quartet, though I heard a rumor that it’s actually just one guy.

I wish they sounded like Chicken On A Raft though. Chicken on a raft!


I spend a lot of time saying “ohmygod I want to go somewhere and WRITE, I want to go on a writing retreat” and then I never do that because of the part where hahaha I’d probably have to sit around with Writers and talk about what I’m writing.

And then I realized I could invent my own that would be exactly what I want. Price super low because I need to leave town for a couple of weeks. It is called a Righting Retreat.

Partly because that sounds less intimidating (to me), and partly because it is true. We will Right things.

Come read the page because 1) I swear a lot, 2) I make a pun that is also truth, 3) there is a cloud that makes me smile, 4) I can’t be the only person who longs for this, 5) I just made a thing and would love company, 6) there is an extra-extra-extra low price for the first few people.

—-> —-> PASSWORD: oneword

Attenzione! Attention, AGENTS.

I am deep in an undercover mission to get better at receiving in all forms, or as I’m calling it: Glowing Receptivity and Being Receptive to Glow. Including the skill of gracefully accepting thanks.

It is related to my mission of Coming Out Of All The Closets and sharing about my personal experiences with not-sharing-how-hard-things-are.

If you would like to take a part in this and support me on my mission by sharing sweetness and appreciation for any aspect of my work, I would love that. You can do it with the magic of words, through the comments, or add something to Barrington’s Discretionary fund. (Explanation!)

And if the way you are glowing appreciation is quietly in your heart, I like that too. ♡

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.

The Fluent Self