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124. this horizontal is a ritual: mash-up with a wizard podcast [2 of 2]

in episodes on 19/02/21

This is my Wizard friend, Devin Person, as seen by Mark Shaw Studio.


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Lila:  I am a Love Warrior. I have these tools, and I have trained, I have trained my heart by opening it up again and again and again, and being interested, and opening myself to desire, and taking risks, and allowing myself to be hurt! And allowing myself to experience joy! And excitement, and heartache and grief and figuring out, how to carry that. Because I don’t believe that heartache is the worst thing in the world! And I think that we are here to connect! And that all efforts towards connection… are worth it!

Devin:  And I’m gonna tie it all back together; it goes beyond connection ‘cause you actively engaged with that 12 year-old, and really listened, but also it feels like, responded to, and had your adult voice in the conversation. It wasn’t just “Let’s hear from the inner child,” it’s, “Let’s talk about this together.”

Lila:  And that’s the self-intimacy. Because when I say “intimacy” I don’t only mean connection with others. I mean seeing yourself, and being deeply seen by yourself, as well.



My darling patron.

This is the second installment of my mash-up with Devin Person’s this podcast is a ritual.

In part one, titled “this ritual is horizontal,” I told Devin the story of my friend Jon, Hamilton & the Hondalorian, and we talked about phone calls vs. video calls, the sort of friends you play reruns with and those you chart new territory with, digital communication & its nutrients, resilience, rejection, & confidence, the joy of sexting,  the Seamlessification of dating, and icing on Tinder.

In part two, “this horizontal is a ritual,” we discuss:

  • a bit of ghosting wizardry
  • dating reviews
  • self-holds
  • & parenting our inner child.

I tell Devin my story of being photographed nude in a nest, and the miserable sexy dance party that followed.

Devin invites me to suggest creative approaches to making virtual communication more pleasurable, and then conjures for us a 3-point spell for alchemizing connection across distance.

Through the Magic of the interwebz, come lie down with us again in Canggu, Bali, Indonesia, Louisville, Kentucky, and wherever you find yourself horizontal.

Pre-recording selfies in an era when we could be horizontal in the same place at the same time. Two of my Season 3 horizontal episodes: 85. well-hung psychedelic sex wizard / no hookups, & 86. you’re trying to porn sex me, feature Devin & his Best Wiz, Kevin!


Links to Useful Things:

Devin’s Wizard website

Devin’s Wizard Instagram

Twinpowerment on Instagram for Self-holds

Devin has been exploring Internal Family Systems

My all-time favorite question game: Gravitas, the little box of big questions

A question game I’ve enjoyed on several major holidays at the Villa: Vertellis, which literally translates to, “Tell Me More!”

Spy article on the Best Sex Gifts for Long-Distance Relationships

Lila was photographed nude in a life-sized nest as part of Debbie Baxter’s The Nest Project


Show Notes:

(if you quote from this resource, please link back to this post or the horizontal Patreon!)

[3:41 – 7:03]  Lila tells a story about a bit of ghosting retaliation & Devin dubs it wizardry

[7:09]  Lila & Devin discuss rating lovers on a fictional Uber-like dating app (on the Amazon TV show Upload)

[9:28 – 16:04]  Lila on literally holding yourself, & Devin on Internal Family Systems

Lila:  Since most of us — if we are un-partnered, if we are not living with people who touch us and whom we touch — are not getting the touch that we desire, or, require, as my friend Jeremy’s mom, who’s a psychotherapist says, “You need 8 hugs a day just to feel normal,” and it’s like, who gets that, even in pre-pandemic times? You know, very very few people are getting 8 hugs a day. So imagine that deficit, you know, that touch deficit, and skin hunger that people are running on, throughout their whole lives, which I believe, creates a whole host of issues, and irritability and, inability to sleep and all kinds of disease … but, if we are unable to get touch, currently, from others, then giving it to ourselves becomes a matter of vital importance. There are these women that I follow on Instagram — their handle is @twinpowerment, — and they do these s— very simple videos, of self-holds, where, your hands are both on yourself, right, and so you’re creating a circuit, of, care. So if you’re thinking about things in a yogic sense, right, in a energy center or chakra sense, the hands are connected to the heart, so the heart goes all the way out through the arms and through the hands. So you’re creating a circuit that goes from your heart, back into you, and, for many years, I’ve used two hands over the center of my chest, of my sternum, in order to calm myself down when I felt rejected or jealous or, heartbroken or grief-stricken. Or in emotional pain. Others that I’ve seen them share, like one hand on either of your cheeks, right, like you’re, like you’re cradling your own face. One hand on your forehead and one hand cradling the base of your skull, at the back. So I think these, these self-holds are incredibly powerful, and necessary, for when we’re not getting the touch that would be the real ice cream. This might be the space ice cream, that has the vitamins (giggles) that we— that can get us by.

Devin:  Huh, that’s interesting — how, how, you’ve been experimenting with them? And how do they make you feel afterwards?

Lila:  The hands over the heart… has a sense of taking care of my inner little girl… and mothering myself. Essentially telling myself that it’s gonna be okay; things are gonna be alright. That we will, come through this, and that, I will never abandon, my little me. That I will always show up for my little me, or if there is an instance in which I am unable to do so, I will make amends to myself. And my little, me…

horizontal & holding my self @ The Confetti Project‘s June Open Studios. Photo by Jelena Aleksich


Devin:  That’s beautiful; that’s one of the things that I’ve been reflecting a lot on this year — I’ve been doing Internal Family Systems therapy, which is all about, talking to the different parts that you have inside of you and learning how to get them together. And I was running into these moments where I was like, Okay! I’ve identified the part like, I’ve heard what it had to say, like, why am I still feeling this way and bothered? Shouldn’t I have the epiphany and then the problems melt away? And I was at a bonfire for the solstice and I was sitting across from someone, and we were all like, giving our like, New Year’s speeches, and, this person said something that just really resonated with me about how this year she had learned to be a parent to her inner child, and I was like, Oh my God, that’s what I’ve been missing, it’s not just that I hear them, you’re heard, you’re a ghost and now your spirit is free, like stop haunting me! It’s like, Oh! I get to be the parent to you, and so that means both stepping into that role of giving the attention and nurturing that that part feels like it was lacking, but also, being a parent where it’s like, “No, you don’t get to have a temper tantrum in the middle of dinner, like, that’s not what we’re doing right now.” And having some guidelines and boundaries and parameters that you use to work with these parts — that’s been a totally different concept where I think it, it’s similar to that idea of like, holding yourself, of, yeah it’s, it’s learning how to, even when you’re alone, get along with others, and the others are, just, yourself. 

Lila:  Mmmm. Madison Young talks about actual parenting, in-life parenting, as a process of re-parenting yourself at that age.

Devin:  Yeah.

Lila:  Almost all of us have these stories about how our parents did it wrong. And how we wished they had done this, or how they had been unable to show up in the way that we desired them to do. And, we cannot change that experience, that experience happened….. We could reframe … but, I think the more effective, more powerful thing … is to … be able to talk to ourselves, and step into that— most of us want this kind, loving, firm, taking care of things, parent. And figuring out how to, offer that voice to ourselves. I have done some visualization about myself at the most tender ages that I remember, the most fraught ages. And still, every time I think about myself, particularly at age 12, I just — and I visualize, you know, close my eyes and visualize myself in my pre-teen room I just wanna cry, you know, I just wanna ….. I feel her pain so much. Actually this is related to the story I was going to tell you later when you asked me for a story. 

[16:39]  Lila makes suggestions for connecting more joyously (and effectively!) across the digital divide

Lila:  Like with any group of people who meet regularly, it’s likely that your pandemic pod, your household, gets into conversational grooves, from which it’s hard to deviate. 

One of the things I love the most, is to play question games with people. A few of my favorites are: Gravitas, the little box of big questions, Vertellis, a game I’ve played on several major holidays at the Villa, which literally translates to, “Tell Me More,” and the card-free improvisational Hot Seat Game, where multiple people direct their attention to one person, and ask anything and everything they feel curious about, especially the things that they wouldn’t typically ask. You can ask follow-up questions in Hot Seat, but first, the response when someone answers your question is always, “Thank you.” I like playing Hot Seat with a timer. Five minutes per person, for example. Once you get into it, it probably won’t feel like enough! These games are invaluable to me because you are likely to share and learn things about those close to you that otherwise wouldn’t arise in the, what they call here in Bali, the “new normal,” or what I’m thinking of as, your pandemic paradigm.

Also in the realm of games, many board games have apps these days, either stand-alone apps or bundles like Jackbox Games. My favorite game to play lately is a word game called Codenames. I love games where you have to try and guess somebody’s sense of humor (like What’s Your Meme) or try to guess associations that they have (like Fishbowl).

Another playful way to connect across distance is to watch a movie together and Mystery Science Theatre it out loud (or in the comments) on Zoom. Or to watch a stand-up special together.

If you’re looking to connect with a lover long-distance, there are toys that allow one partner to have a remote control that operates the other partner’s sex toy!

And lastly, for this interlude, what if we returned to the Fireside Chats of radio days. I am told, in my parents’ youth, families would gather around a radio in the living room, and listen to the same program at the same time. What if we did that with podcasts? What if they weren’t just a solitary, in-earbud endeavor, but a communal one, if we just shifted our listening style from solo to group? What if people treated podcasts like their TV series — deciding to binge one together, or waiting until your listening-mate was available to hear the latest episode?

What if?

[19:50 – 29:42]  Lila tells a story of getting photographed nude in a life-sized nest as part of Debbie Baxter’s The Nest Project, the miserable sexy dance party that followed, and the mantra, “Don’t disassociate, don’t crumble, don’t leave” aka the path of the Love Warrior

The Artist, Debbie Baxter & I. The Nest Project. Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. 2020


Lila: I’d been living in Bali a few months when somebody in Portland reached out to me and said, “I know someone you should know. She’s living in Bali. She creates life-size nests, and photographs people in them naked,” I was like “I need to know this person!” (chuckles) “Whoever she is, I need to know her.” Her name is Debbie Baxter. […] And I participated in her Nest Project. 

I came to the studio where she had the nest —  sometimes she does it on a beach; sometimes she does it in the jungle, in this case it was in a studio in a, kind of multipurpose space called Magic, which has a restaurant, a performance space, and a yoga shala and a library, and a jewelry store, and all these, all these things! And a little gallery. So I showed up to this little gallery, and sat with Debbie. And the first thing she does, is interview you. Because each photograph is accompanied by a story. And she interviews you about what you’re bringing to the nest. What she means is: 

What are you carrying? 

What’s heavy? 

What are you, what are y—  what load are you carrying from your childhood, or from your history, that you wanna take into the nest with you, in service of some kind of healing. Or some kind of transformation or catharsis. 

So we talked a lot about my mother. We talked about, my lack of memories before the age of 12. We talked about the divorce and, my difficulty growing up as a teenager in my mother’s house. And, she had me pull out of my history, three ages that felt particularly — tender or rife with energy and emotion. One of them was 3, which is when I had been spending a lot of time in my mother’s country of Brazil, and then they brought me back home. And apparently I was very unhappy about that. When I was 12, which is when my parents got divorced, and my mom moved me down to Florida, where I did not want to live. And when I was 16, which is, before I was able to get out of my mother’s house and I felt so so so trapped.

A lot of my thoughts in that interview focused on the 12 year-old, and, she had me do that visualization, where I thought of myself in my room.

A lot of my thoughts in that interview focused on the 12 year-old, and, she had me do that visualization, where I thought of myself in my room. When I was 12 I had magazine cutouts, and pictures pasted all over my wall. I had a twin bed, a lot of books. And I visualized, with her guidance, going and sitting next to myself, as I am now, with my 12 year-old self, and I of course wanted to cry and I began crying and she asked if I wanted to put my arms around her, and I did, and so I, in my mind’s eye, put my arms around my 12 year-old self. And I did a lot of weeping; I was wearing mascara, and I went into the bathroom after the interview and I saw that it had created tracks down my cheeks. My eyes were red, wet, eyelashes. My nose was swollen and rosy. And I just left it like that; I didn’t wash my face. My hair got all frizzy. I had done it up in curls; it was now just a— a big, frizzy… Amazonian mess. And I got in the nest, nude, like that, and she photographed me. 

Devin:  That sounds like the right way to get into a nest. I mean.

[29:42]  Devin & Lila on the fire of rejection

Devin:  The risk of rejection is the price that we pay for playing around and trying to win the affections of others.

Lila:  And that I, I can handle it. And that’s how I came out of it was like, I am a Love Warrior. I have these tools, and I have trained, I have trained my heart by opening it up again and again and again, and being interested, and opening myself to desire, and taking risks, and allowing myself to be hurt! And allowing myself to experience joy! And excitement, and heartache and grief and figuring out, how to carry that. Because I don’t believe that heartache is the worst thing in the world! And I think that we are here to connect! And that all efforts towards connection… are worth it!

Devin:  And I’m gonna tie it all back together; it goes beyond connection ‘cause you actively engaged with that 12 year-old, and really listened, but also it feels like, responded to, and had your adult voice in the conversation. It wasn’t just “Let’s hear from the inner child,” it’s, “Let’s talk about this together.”

Lila:  And that’s the self-intimacy. Because when I say “intimacy” I don’t only mean connection with others. I mean seeing yourself, and being deeply seen by yourself, as well.

[31:55]  Devin conjures us a 3-point spell for How to Engage Across Distance

Devin Person, my favorite wizard. Image by Mark Shaw Studio.


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Dear One, I hope this makes you laugh as much as Dear One,

I hope this makes you laugh as much as it made me laugh. 

Laughter in the midst of grief is so good. As good as tears. Different sides of the same emotional release.

My dear friend & brilliant psychiatrist-writer, writer-psychiatrist Dr. Owen Muir, called to check in on me. We joked about my plan to write a scathing critique of this looks-so-nice-from-the-outside, for-profit Assisted Living facility my mom had been living in for a year. (This is not a joke.) 

Owen suggested I write a scathing critique of everything, and then used the phrase “the terrible consumer experience that is death.” 

He said I should write it. I said he should write it. 

So he called me and we recorded it. Together.
Because this is what we do. 

Big Love,
Lila

To listen to the 7 minute recording, tap the Substack link in my bio, or type this link into your browser: horizontalwithlila.substack.com
My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artis My new friend @latonya.sunshine78 , a visual artist and educator whose work I *deeply* admire, gave an Artist’s Talk on Friday at the conclusion of her @floridarama.art exhibition, and I got the chance to see it, and hear her speak passionately, eloquently, humorously, lovingly, about her art and the process of making these large-scale mixed media collage works that, for lack of a better art-world term, I personally think of as Very Mixed Media.

If you swipe through to the last slide, you will see the very first time I caught glimpse of her work, long before I know who the artist was, weeks before the exhibition opening, when it had likely just been hung up, and I brought @mrghyseye to experience the immersive exhibit at FloridaRAMA and we both fell in love with the respective pieces behind us. We thought we matched the pieces so well, in both vibe & style, that we had best selfie with them!

And since I follow FloridaRAMA so closely here on IG, when I saw that the official exhibition opening was happening, I made it my business to get there, on my @radpowerbikes @stpeteradpowerbikes ebike, in my ball gown skirt. I brought two Toastmasters friends, Lena & Steve, along.

You can see from the second photo that I was so moved by Latonya’s work and beautiful energy, that I spontaneously Kissed Her Hands (!!!) Later I was a tid bit embarrassed, like ‘really Lila? She does not know you!’

But she does now. And I can tell you that Latonya is a source of unending inspiration, just by being who she is, and working the way she works.

I was deeply moved by the way she weaves objects, and memory, into a visual tapestry, and the way she listens to the objects until they Tell her how they want to be incorporated, so moved, in fact, that I brought her something back from my father’s funeral, and from his dilapidated house. I will be honored if those memories make their way into a tapestry of hers.

Recently I heard this quote. (Do you know who said it?) 

“Use your suffering. Don’t waste it.

I promise I will use it. I promise not to waste it. It will make its way into all of my art, of every medium. And maybe, it will make its way into the art of others, as well.

❤️‍🩹
I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave I’m recovering from a speech heartbreak. I gave the most beautiful speech of my life last week. It was about my parents, my father’s sudden death, my love, the love of my life. And it is gone because I forgot to turn on my microphone! 

It’s not completely gone. I did find an app transcription service that can read lips. So I have the transcript, but I am devastated to not have the video as I thought it was going to be something I would send to the @ted curators to follow up on my finalist win in 2021. I was going to send it to X, Y, Z… ( And @imranamed )

And the ephemerality of this is really with me. Sometimes creativity, even visionary creativity is a mandala. 

If you’ve ever seen the monks with the sand, pouring a mandala, they put such meticulous precision, such effort, such focus into it. And when they are finished, they gaze upon it… and they sweep it away. Somebody said that my speech last week was a mandala, and I was like, “Yes! I know!” 

Many people have said, “If you can do it once, you can do it again. And I know that this is true. 

As a person who has been creative my entire life, I know that this is true.

{To WATCH the whole speech or READ the full transcript, go to: 

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

Or click the link in my bio, bb}

And then go out and make some art.
“Fashion” I think I’m gonna need to add a B “Fashion”

I think I’m gonna need to add a Bowie album or two to my burgeoning collection… 

Which ones are your favorite? Let a girl know in the comments.

Art by @mollymcclureart 
Leggings by @l.o.m_design 
Vampira lipstick by @thekatvond 
Sneaks by @adidas 
Photo by @samia.mounts
Here’s how it starts: Dear Young Man I Dated in Here’s how it starts:

Dear Young Man I Dated in 2016,

I have something very important to say to you, and it isn’t ‘I told you so.’

It is this:

Politics are about people and the planet.

Every single political issue is about people, or the planet. 

Politics do not equal some ideological, intangible thing. “Politics” are real things with real consequences to real people. Probably people that you know. Probably people that you love.

When you say, “I’m not political,” what I hear is, “I do not actually care about people other than (a handful of) the ones I know personally.”

To read the whole letter, tap my Substack link in bio.
Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first t Brought my mom to @floridarama.art for the first time so she could experience something different than the view from her couch, and she “didn’t like it”? It was “esquisito”?

#okboomer 

BeforeI went up to NY for the funeral, I did wind up telling her that my father died. I was worried she would be devastated and she would develop what they call “increased mental state,” but that wasn’t the case. Mostly she was just sad for me. 

I’m not sure if she now remembers that it happened.

To be honest, sometimes I don’t exactly remember that it happened. I have his wedding ring and his glasses and the prayer card on my nightstand but still it’s sometimes unreal.

I don’t want to bring it up all the time, but I do like having physical reminders. 

And though I don’t want to wear all black all the time for months on end to show that I’m in mourning, it feels good to put on my morning armband… even, and maybe especially, because it’s just a little bit too tight. So I really know it’s there.

Because the grief is always there even when I’ve forgotten about it.

So is joy.

Hold your people close and tell them, 
if you love them, 
tell them.

#mourning #arttherapy #floridarama
A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years A poem of grief and wonder-ing that I wrote years ago, and could have written yesterday.

You can read the whole piece on my Substack (with proper syntax). 

Substack is where I put my tenderest thoughts and deepest writing. If you want to, you can become my patron there. This would move me very much.

Link in my bio.

#grief #griefislove
Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear Went to my father’s funeral, but couldn’t wear black *all* weekend.

Dreamy roses are red @selkie tournure skirt giving me life. Fascinator by @babeyond_official
Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club? Only two Are you a member of the Dead Dads Club?

Only two criteria for membership!

Any Dad will do. Stepdads, Granddads, Poor Dads, Rich Dads, Fun Dads, Un-Dads.

But for real.

I thought for sure my Mom would go first. I mean, I moved to Florida because she has dementia and she is dying.

“Plot twist,” somebody said.

That’s funny.

I actually mean that. I’m just too tired to laugh today. It takes too many muscles.

My mom is in an assisted living facility, on Hospice Care, can no longer stand up from a seated position on her own, and is worried about the stuffed cats we gave her possibly being dead because they ‘have a soul and they used to meow and now they stopped.’

The staff has been putting down food and water for them and every time I drop by the stuffed cats — and the food — are in a different place in the apartment. So that’s good. They’re still alive, you know. And the facility is still keeping her. Alive, you know. And putting down real food for her stuffed cats.

“What’s the harm?” they said. 

No harm, I say. She wasn’t going to eat that, anyway.

To read the entire essay, to subscribe, or to become s paid subscriber and be part of my art, follow the Substack link in my bio 

horizontalwithlila dot substack dot com

#deaddadsclub #deaddad #grieving #sickmom
Try not to forget, okay? Belt @l.o.m_design Bow Try not to forget, okay?

Belt @l.o.m_design 
Bow @riskgalleryboutique 
Earrings @artpoolgallery 
Top @forloveandlemons 
Photo @samia.mounts 
Art @verticalventures
I never wanted a child. So the universe gave me I never wanted a child. 

So the universe gave me an 84 year-old one. 

We are the playthings of the gods.

I have cleaned up her urine. I have cleaned up her shit. I have changed her soiled diaper. I have used a q-tip to put medicine in tender places that I never wished to see, because there was no one else to do it.

What’s that they call it in the Bible? Smiting? God smote him? Smited him? Smit him? In my bitterer moments, it does feel as though I’ve been smote. In my better moments, it’s simply the part of my story where Timon & Pumbaa sing the “CIRRRRCLE of LIIIIIIFE.”

{You can read the rest of the essay on my Substack. Link in my bio. Thank you for being a witness.}
I’ve just learned that today is International Me I’ve just learned that today is International Mermaid Day!

Thanks @jujubumble 

📸 @wildartistryphotography 
💄 @mrghyseye 
✨ Me
📖 Gift from @kristianndances 

#internationalmermaidday
My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small g My Mom is dying. Fasc!sm is on the rise. A small group of evil corporate overlords is trying to Handmaid’s Tale us. My brilliant, funny friend @synchlayer died of bladder cancer at age 49.

I’m out here buying pretty things on the internet. 

I have no regerts.

This will be an essay mostly in photos. I am very, very tired. 

February was: 

setting up temporary-house in FL

gathering 95% of my possessions from 4 places in NY (thanks Kenneth, Deniz, Marghe, Owen!) and two places in Los Angeles (Thanks Adam M. & Samia!) 

driving a 12-foot box truck from NY to Baltimore to Savannah to FL (mostly with Jon! thanks Jon!)

shortly thereafter, flying to L.A. and, while packing up, the remaining 17% of my possessions, managing to see as many people I love as humanly possible (for someone who is slightly manic and rather time-optimistic) — which is, honestly, rather a lot of people, if I do pat myself on the back… myself— and then rushing back to St. Pete (thank you friend for flying me home; you know who you are) because mom went into the hospital again…

FOR THE REST OF THE ESSAY, TAP THE SUBSTACK LINK IN MY BIO, bb. 💋 💋
Proud to Protest today.
Falling more in 🩷🧡💛🩵💙 with St. Pete!

Happy International Women’s Day. 

May each of us born to a woman, 
raised by a woman, 
nurtured by a woman, &
 f*cked by a woman 

CHOOSE to SHOW WOMEN the RESPECT and CARE that we deserve.

#internationalwomensday2025 #stpete #resist
“What a year January has been. 

My dear friend’s sister died by su!c!de. My dear friend lost his home in Altadena and had to evacuate the fire with his family, including his 92 year-old grandmother. My dear friend is dying of cancer in New York. (In his 40s.) The br*ligarchy rears, fasc!sm festers, and every tr@ns person, woman, and human with even mildly uncertain imm!gration status in the United States is, rightly, terrified. 

Here in Florida, my mom fell on her face right in front of me at church last week, on the threshold of the ladies room (busting her upper lip) and had to go to the E.R. where her CAT scan and her hand xrays came back negative but it turns out she has…..”

You can read the whole piece on my Substack- link in my bio!
In March, 2019, my friend @stevenmdean (remember h In March, 2019, my friend @stevenmdean (remember him from horizontal with lila episodes 82. 200 dating profiles, & 83. you do not have voting rights in this startup relationship?) teamed up with an experience designer to create an event they dubbed The Love Immersive, a “10-hour exploratorium-style foray into the 5 love languages.”

In Steve’s words: 

“I teamed up to architect a choose-your-own-adventure interactive journey through the languages of love. 
Spanning every floor of a sprawling 6-story arthouse in the heart of New York City, and co-produced by the creative arts group Moontribe, Love Immersive attracted over 450 attendees who came to explore love through the nuanced dimensions of touch, words, service, quality time, gifts, and more. 

We invited over 50 volunteers and practitioners of different love languages to showcase their creative capabilities in an evening of self-discovery, secret missions, hidden rooms, wandering wizards, art installations, and live music.“

I was one of the 50. 
They gave me a closet. 
A closet.
This is not lost on me.

That was all the space they had left, apparently. And I was determined to make good use of it. I turned it into a cozy nesting pod with blankets and pillows and two sets of listening devices, and I recorded this 11-minute meditation for anyone who stopped in, so that they could take a break from the glorious menagerie for a few minutes. And reset.

In the closet.

#immersiveexperience 

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Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole Busy? Low on bandwidth? No time to read the whole piece?

TL,DR: Don’t ask. OFFER.

Don’t ask. Offer.

Honestly though, the whole piece is worth reading, and, of you’re grieving, sharing with those who ask you if there’s ‘anything’ they can do.

Link to my Substack in my bio.

I love you.
I grieve with you.
I love you.
Think of this as a candy conversation heart that s Think of this as a candy conversation heart that says “READ ME”.

“Annie Lalla, the love coach I would trust with my love life, who explains the unexplainable in ways that break open my head and my heart, once told me of smuggling love. Some people do not demonstrate love in ways that we at first recognize as love. She spoke of becoming a Detective on the Case of Love, noticing where a partner might be smuggling morsels of it. Refilling your water glass while you’re busy writing, perhaps. Going out to the car early to defrost it before you get in. Things like that, and things far less legible.

When I first courted her for a couple of episodes of horizontal with lila, I asked, “How do I smuggle love?” She replied immediately that I don’t seem to smuggle at all; I just come right out with it. Make like confetti. Festoon a person. She said loads of people are more reserved than I am because they believe compliments, effusiveness, and praise, once offered, lower their social status. She said I don’t care much about that, because it’s more important to me to let the person know.

Let the people know.

We are all going to die. And it seems like most of the time, it will be a surprise when. What does status matter, really? Really really.

The fact that I will express my love with a freeness is a thing I love about myself even when I don’t love myself.

So sure, I don’t need a holiday to express my love — which is one of the main annoyances I hear bandied about near February 14th — “I don’t need a holiday to tell me to tell my wife I love her!”

Okay. But setting aside a day for a thing can certainly help, right?

Atonement.

Independence.

Rights.

Holocaust remembrance.

If anything, Valentine’s offers us that cultural pause in the middle of an unfavorite month, a will-we-make-it-through-the-winter, hope-our-stores-last, do-we-have-enough firewood, dear-God-don’t-let-me-freeze-to-death month that says, in candy-colored suspended animation:

Think about love, will you?

What kind do you have?

What kind do you want?

And:

Now what do you want to do about that, sweetheart?”

Read the whole piece on my Substack, darling. Link in my bio.

P.S. I love you.
Read this if you love me: “february, the month Read this if you love me: 

“february, the month you’re supposed to be in love”

https://open.substack.com/pub/horizontalwithlila/p/february-the-month-youre-supposed?r=m6nsi&utm_medium=ios
“This has been a terrible no good very bad super “This has been a terrible no good very bad super sucky year. For moi. (You too?) 

Would not recommend. 
Would not wish on anyone.

Back in Florida. Mother descending into dementia and decrepitude. 

Don’t want to do the things. I am the only person to do the things.

Almost the entirety of 2024 has been an adulting montage. Or rather, for accuracy’s sake, the first three-quarters of the year was a months-long ordeal which Joseph Campbell of The Hero’s Journey might dub the REFUSAL OF THE CALL.

I am firmly in the montage now, though, for sure. How long will it last? Who knows. Montages are interminable for the person living them. That’s why we speed them up in the movies.

So I juuuust entered the montage 2 months ago. Basically when I got out of bed. There was a lot of bed. See: Refusal of the Call.

This is sort of a MVE, a Minimum Viable Essay. I haven’t written in 10 months. A list is the first thing I’ve mustered, and I’m very glad I’ve mustered it because it means I’m back. English is so confusing, isn’t it? Mustered. Mustard. Tomato. Tomato.

Anyhoodle! Without further ado, I present you with an exhaustive yet incomplete list of Things I Learned (in 2024) that I Really Never Wanted to Learn and Didn’t Really Want to Know:

[Go to the Substack link in bio to read about the 24 things!]
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