my sunroom told me it was a gay uncle and that i was supposed to decorate it accordingly
and the exact questions you should ask your room when you're ready to change her (or his) outfit
what a wild fucking first post for substack… but welcome to the un/doing. it’s weirder and more alive than even i imagined.
my inner perfectionist, valedictorian, corporate-ladder-climbing past life is cringing… i’ve actually named her dottie and while she looks really hot with a clipboard, i’m telling you loves.. this is healing for me.
so. as i’m pretending that i don’t know you are ‘supposed’ to strategically give your origin story, hero story, and 5 other beautifully templatized first articles..
i’m going to tell you how my un/doing led me to asking my sunroom how she (sorry, he) wanted to be decorated…
and HOW YOU CAN TOO FOR A LIMITED TIME OF ONLY… kidding.
so first of all, what does this have to do with “sacred work with influential visionaries, helping them remember what cannot be taught: power, sensuality, depth, and aliveness.”
a hell of a lot actually. so let’s start there.
i scroll instagram almost every time i’m on the toilet. and the home aesthetics are gorgeous. not a monster truck, hair tie, or 27 half read books in sight.
but in a space where my entire life philosophy is focused on the sacred, the beautiful, and the alive… why are more of us not tapping into the energy of our homes (specifically each room) to understand what it wants to offer you… what it exists for… what pleasure it can bring to you?
setting the stage… i love my home. her spirit is protective. i know she always has our back. but recently i have been feeling from every core of my body that every single room needs a complete overhaul.
cue: jillian uplevel because when my surroundings don’t feel normal anymore, i know i’m about to plop into a new life.
i decide that my sunroom is the first room of focus because hello wisconsin summers, you’re gorgeous.
i plop my little butt on my garage sale patio couch. it’s hot af out, mind you. my tits are sweating. i close my eyes.
i call upon the spirit of my home… and then the spirit of my sunroom.
and we begin.
me: who are you
sunroom: a closet gay old uncle who loves laughter and safety…… and sun prisms
me: what is your purpose in my home?
closet gay old uncle: to gather through laughter, to reminisce, to be comfortable, to hold the kids now at ages 9 and 3, and later at 18 and 12
me: why were you built? (my psychic gifts helped here.. don’t worry we all are psychic)
closet gay old uncle: a gift from a husband to his wife as a place of relaxation
me: what do you long to become?
closet gay old uncle: lived in. a place that thrives off human energy and laughter.
me: what have i been asking of you that you were never meant to be?
closet gay old uncle: a storage unit (ouch)
**and then it got so warm i melted even further**
i learned from this beautiful energy that it wanted to hear conversations about everything. i mean everything. everything is safe here.
celebrations. first loves. first sex. fears. embarrassing school stories. “i’m proud of you” moments. breakups. bff’s getting a divorce. others getting married. all of it.
and loves. fuck did it break something in me. because when i tapped into the essence of what made this room alive, i felt alive. when i thought about what a beautiful home looks like, this gay old uncle reminded me what a beautiful home feels like.
when you sink into your un/doing there is a re/membering.
so here are the exact questions that i asked my loving sunroom. you can bet your cute ass that i’ll be doing this with every other room in my home.
and if enough of you want this… i’ll record the meditation i channeled and used and share it here. 🥀
your list of questions:
who are you?
what is your purpose in this home?
why were you built?
what do you long to become?
what have i been asking you to be that you were never meant to be?
when are you happiest?
what does your light feel like?
where does the sun pause?
how should someone feel five minutes after entering?
what emotion should they leave with?
what conversations belong here?
what silence belongs here?
what wants to grow here?
what plants belong here?
does food belong here?
does writing belong here?
does music belong here?
what happens in the mornings?
in the evenings?
in October? January? April? August?
what memories do you hope are shared here?
where do people naturally gather?
what stories will this room witness?
would i write here?
would i dream here?
would i cry here?
would i invite a friend here?
a lover?
how do you change?
what materials do you love?
who do i become when i’m here
love you pookie butt, here’s to you witnessing your home as alive.



Loved this!
Love love the creativity and soul in this. I don’t have a decorative bone in my body, but now I want to try it out with the rooms in my house!!