Pray Tell, week! What were the Haps? is my now-official (it’s official!) mini-practice of saying goodbye to the week, in an acknowledging + reviewing + closing ritual sort of way. A kind of weekly chapter in the Book of Me that I’ll be attempting to do every Sunday, in an attempt to learn useful things from the stuff that worked and the stuff that didn’t work so well.
Invoking Our Blogposting’s Our Dave to help me write this with ease. And Our Play’s Our Dave to keep things silly (oh wait, they already are).
The previous nonsensical sentence is the result of filtering Hiro‘s gorgeous concept of devas through my odd Mancunian* mind. *Meaning = someone who comes from Manchester
To briefly explain the concept, devas are energetical forms that hold the blueprint or pattern for the perfect unfolding of a thing. Kind of a more personable way of talking about the essence of something. Hence, the deva of blogposts, and the deva of silliness.
I’ve been invoking them left, right and centre this past week, with some glee. Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m doing it right (when wanting help with finding my socks do I call upon Our Socks’ Our Dave, or Dave of Finding Things in General, or Dave of Ease and Calm?), in which case I go for the what the hell approach and figure the Daves will know what I’m talking about.
So, now that’s clear… Onwards!
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Pray Tell, week! What were the Haps?
Or, Celebrations and More, please!
- Playing with asking for support from the Daves!
- Dance class! Yay to movement and expression and flow and heart-pumping and – thanks to my Shiva Nata practice – being able to laugh at my many, many mistakes and jump right back in.
- Doing practical stuff with friends, inspired by my recent library acquisition, Better Off. Because I almost always hang out with people in a sit-down-and-chat way, the concept of doing stuff as a social bonding thing is novel and delightful to me.
- Consciously focusing on having my mini-meditation (six minutes!) and three-pose yoga practice as an evening ritual. I’ve discovered that having them at the same time of day helps with the sense of ritual and rhythm, and now that I’ve become aware of my conflicted relationship with mornings, evening practice seems to be the answer.
- Force-fielding before interacting with other people’s ideas (through books, websites, conversation). When I’ve remembered to do this, it has been ridiculously awesome in keeping me sovereign.
- Massage! Oh, my body was so very thankful for the massage.
What didn’t work so much?
Or, Acknowledging, mourning and taking notes for next time.
- Not being prepared for the massage. Or specifically, not being prepared for the layers of stuck emotional gunk that would be released and the resulting feelings of complete awfulness as my body did its detoxing thing.
- Forgetting the ‘it’s not about me‘ rule when the Bably Glove was feeling down, which then set off all my old, deep abandonment-story patterns. No fun at all.
- Eating just before bedtime and/or eating sugary things in the evening. And then waking up feeling bleugh.
Noticing my deep longing for living in community.
Noticing that there is time.
Noticing the seeming conflict between the part of me that wants to live so minimally that all my belongings fit in a backpack and the part of me that drools over interior decorating blogs.
Noticing the pain that’s been in my right arm for the past few days.
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Want to play/acknowledge/review/close the week with me? Or leave some noticings? Just saying hullo is also adored by me, and I can recommend a good ‘hullo’ heartily.
As always, the usual culture-notes and requests: we’re all working with our stuff (including me), and we give each other space and love to do it in. Noticing where our stuff gets triggered + not throwing our stuff at other people = safe space to explore. Hurrah for safe spaces!
p.s. The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny comment button is up there, by the post title. I know it’s not the most practical of comment buttons, but you have to admit it’s pretty cute.