Friday chickenBecause it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.

And you get to join in if you feel like it.

It’s been kind of a tornado of a week.

I feel a bit stunned, actually.

Hi. Friday.

We’re here. We’re chickening. Let’s do it.

The hard stuff

A lot of hard news.

Actually, it wasn’t even so much the hard news itself as the back and forth between hard news and hopeful news.

Followed by more hard news.

Huge ups and downs. The hards were really, really hard. And then when it wasn’t hard, everything still felt unsteady. Shaken up.

Related body stuff.

All that mental and emotional roller-coastering isn’t good for the rest of me.

Feeling the wear and tear.

Worrying about my gentleman friend.

He has been having a more challenging time with the hard news.

And then even if I don’t get sucked into the anxiety loop, there’s the loop-next-door of wanting him to feel better.

You know what helps with the hard? Yoga.

And Dance of Shiva. And meditation. And rituals.

Wanting more of all of that than what I was getting.

Especially when it was clear that this is the time to be focusing on the stuff that helps.

Can we move onto the good stuff now?

The good stuff

We got the lease for the Playground!

I know!


After three long weeks since making the offer — and months since I wished for the Playground here — we got it sorted out.

Two years of happy play in a gorgeous, perfect space.

I cannot wait to get in there and start decorating for you guys.

A beautiful hopeful unexpected moment of pure possibility.

Among all the hard news, there was this one moment of gleefully good news (which now might not be happening).

But in that moment, it was completely hopeful and beautiful. It was a wonderful, shiny day. I am hoping that it will come back again.

And no, this is still related to the kind of tiny, sweet thing that is a concept. I’m not about to have kids and move to Bolivia.

Staying positive despite all the hard news.

I used every technique I have. And got some Hiro magic.

Letting myself be in the hard without being defined by the hard.

And slowly getting to know that thing called “faith” a little better. Good timing for all of that.

Brunch with dear friends!


Literal actual brunch where there are fried egg sandwiches and gooey things made with potatoes. Yum.

Proud momma hen.

Sometimes the member mice in my Kitchen Table program just … step up for each other in the most beautiful ways.

We’re repairing the world in there. It’s just so big sometimes.

Makes me cry.

Progress on updating the Shiva Nata site.

Made a bunch more changes that you might not notice.

Also, we now show up as the number two google search result for “Dance of Shiva”.

Which is pretty flipping hard when you’re competing with things like Wikipedia, physicists, and people writing about Indian art …

Nice. Win for the Shivanauts!

Naming my chickens and iguanas.

Chickens are things I’m working on.

While iguanas are things I’m working on that I do not feel like doing.

This week I discovered that if you name them, they go faster.

Not naming them like “Chicken #1”, though that works too. But actual names. People keep telling me this is crazy, and they may be right. But damn, I got a lot of things done this week once I started handing out names.

My chickens this week were Ralph, Snooky, Nitzan and Dee-Dee Shazam. They were awesome.

And then yesterday my iguanas were Sammy, Thumper, Maudie, Sammy Danger and Moonshine Tailbeams Waterloo Jones.

That last one kind of sounds like she used to play for one of our Fake Bands Of The Week.

Speaking of which …

And … playing live at the meme beach house!

Yes, that’s a Stuism too.

My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”

This week?

Inflatable Om.

I loved that one album where they do a cover of the Crocodile in a Turban song.

Of course, it’s really just one guy.

That’s it for me …

And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.

Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?

And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.

The Fluent Self