He and I

He adds items to our luggage after I think we are finished packing for a trip. I say we won’t need it. I say we should pack light. I always say that. I tire easily when preparing for a trip. My excitement usually peaks, then crashes into irritability and fatigue right before we start to load the car. I gripe about why we’re taking so many bags. Why it takes so much time and effort to pack the car. He is always right about the last-minute items. I am always appreciative. “I’m so glad you thought to bring that,” I’ll say. He never says “I told you so.”

He was a Boy Scout and then an Eagle Scout: a childhood career of citizenship, commitment, survival skills, and “Always Be Prepared, Always Do Your Best.” He is still an Eagle Scout. I was in the Girl Scouts for less than a year. Like many of my childhood interests, I quit after one season. I still find it hard to persevere.

He is our children’s playmate. I am the one who nurtures and organizes our flock. It isn’t that I don’t like to play. It’s more that I’ve forgotten how. Our daughter will invent a game and he will see the whole picture, enthusiastically synthesize her vision, and they will enter the new world of their creation. I struggle to unearth the child I’ve buried inside. On the rare occasions that she does come out, we are late to the party. If I am honest I should confess – I used to resent this. Now, I’ve come to accept, even love, my role as observer. If I watch long enough I will learn the secret that only they seem to know. If I watch long enough, I’ll grow out of my fears and join the fun.

But even before parenthood, he taught me about adventure. Once, in the very early days of our relationship, during one of our first out-of-town trips together, we found out that one of our favorite musicians was playing in the same town. We were visiting my parents. I still felt young enough to need my father’s permission to go, and was nervous to ask. Requests for impromptu fun were tricky with my Dad.

I waited in anticipation: Did he enjoy our visit? Does he like him? (PLEASE LIKE HIM) Is he in a good mood? Is he worried about me?

He said yes!  And then – I lost my mind. We didn’t go to the concert. I cited our early morning departure and low cash flow as evidence to the idea’s absurdity. Why did he agree with me? Why didn’t we go? What were we thinking?

18 years later he surprised me on my birthday with a ticket to see the same artist. He stayed home with the kids – our son was still an infant. It wasn’t until I got to the concert that I recognized a sneaky fear that I would not assimilate to my younger self. Had motherhood, many years of marriage, and life in the suburbs altered my reality that much? Had the childhood part of me been eradicated? Snuffed out during the process of growing up?

But, at the show, I was 19 again. Safe in the familiar landscape. Anonymous in the dark, smoky venue. The music started. Goosebumps. Joy. Youth. This music gets me. The songs written just for me. He is not here – my partner, sidekick, inspiration. My co-parent, co-pilot, co-conspirator, with whom everything is brighter and more fun. Was he off on an adventure with our daughter? Castaways on a princess pirate ship crashed on a cookie island?

He easily transitions from work to play. I am almost always thinking about work. But now, our adventures include 2 small people, all of them propelling me to let go. With them, with him, we seesaw between our early days and the future we’re creating. And despite our differences, we are doing it all together. He and I.

 

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Why we do what we do.

I received this message from a teacher who purchased my book. Here’s what she said:
 
“Each of my students planted a helping hand and shared how they would help or use their hands! I typed each use! It was very beautiful! I look forward to the other senses! An amazing book! I will, one day have the courage to write my own book!
Adriana
ENL Teacher” 
 
Needless to say I am so touched.
This is one of the reasons I wrote this book and I dreamed it would help others.

 

If you would like to be a part of the 2nd and 3rd book in my children’s book series about how we can use our 5 senses to share, please visit my crowdfunding page.

 

Shiny Sparks: Meredith Myers – The Majestik Lioness

In this week’s installment of ‘Shiny Sparks,’ I spoke with Meredith Myers (The Majestik Lioness). Meredith is a heart-based healer and teacher of metaphysical wisdom, meditation, and self-worth. I asked her how she maintains her connection to spirituality.

What helps me live consciously?

Meditation helps me to live a more mindful & peaceful state of mind. I first found meditation when studying Kabbalah & went into it on a deeper level through the study of metaphysics. Meditation helps me to bring my mind to the present moment, aligns/clears my chakras, protects me & connects me on an intimate level with God, angels, spirit guides & mother earth. Meditation saved my life & brought me true inner peace.
I’m currently creating a new sacred space where I will be offering my spiritual tools, Reiki services, sage boutique bundles & card readings. I feel extremely blessed to connect with people from all over the world through email, Skype & FaceTime sessions. I love helping others to heal & grow into their own unique spiritual gifts.
I Am a teacher & student always.
I Am ll Degree Reiki practitioner, Self love coach, Fairyologist & an intuitive artist.
I Am very passionate about what I do because Holistic Healing is the only thing that worked for me.
I AM a believer of spreading light, healing through universal life force energy & plant medicine.
I help people become the best versions of themselves. I work with women & men to help them feel empowered all over this beautiful planet. My purpose is to get us back to the basics of the practice of prayer & meditation.
Meredith Ann Myers
The Majestik Lioness 
Connect with Meredith on Instagram
@themajestiklioness

What talents do you have?

Do you have a copy of my children’s book “Your Hands Can Change The World!”

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Did you know that I also offer an educational resource full of activities to deepen and extend the lessons in the book: “Use Your Hands to Share: Exercises for Hearts & Hands.”

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Are you an educator, group leader, home-schooling parent, or passionate about educating children with a positive, proactive outlook?

I offer an E-Book bundle perfect for keeping your kiddos busy during the summer. I’d love to share it with your family.

Here’s a free preview of one of the discussion questions you can use right away!

I’d love to hear what your kiddos came up with during the discussion.

Share their responses in the comments!

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Shiny Sparks: Dakotah Hale

This is the fourth installment of the new blog series, ‘Shiny Sparks.’ Today we hear from lifestyle blogger, Dakotah Hale. Here’s her take on maintaining inspiration.

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“What Keeps Me Inspired”

I am surrounded by inspiration all around me. From the feather that I spot on the street to the birds flying in the sky. Nature, people, the landscape around me-everything. As a blogger and somebody with a creative background I am constantly in awe and in thought of beauty in everything. I find this to be a wonderful way to experience life. When I first start my day I like to wake up and immediately say five things that I am grateful for before my feet even reach the floor. This allows me to wake up inspired and ready to start my day. I then move on to doing my five minutes of morning meditation where I focus on quieting my mind and truly reflecting from within. This is a huge opportunity for me in the morning that allows me to really put my best foot forward and be in the right mindset.

After my morning routine I like to move on to getting ready for the day. Since I have a 9-5 job during the week I have to really be mindful of when I can focus on my blog and let my creative juices start to flow. I do my blog work at night and on the weekends where I give myself permission to let the inspiration flow from within. I truly love doing my blog and I believe that when you love something it is very easy to always stay inspired. However, if I do hit a block in the creative road I simply take walks to really clear my head and ask the universe to allow me to get refocused and re-energized. This usually helps to get me back on track and back to doing what I love. The recipe for staying inspired is to simply do what you love and surround yourself with people that love and support you.

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Dakotah Hale is the founder of ‘Elephant Shoes,’ A love & lifestyle blog that is dedicated to inspire you to love and create everything you have ever dreamed of. After all, when you whisper “Elephant Shoes” it silently appears that you are saying “I love you” from far away.

Dakotah currently resides in Dallas where she is constantly on the search for new wellness hacks and focusing on spreading peace and love online as well as in the community.

 Social Media

Blog: http://www.elephantshoesforever.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElephantShoesblog/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dakotahhale/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/dakotahdoll

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/dakotahhale/

Nurture Your Light

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Nurture Your Light: A Creative Spa

This package is an immersive day of nurturing YOU and your Creative Light. Are you struggling with repetative patterns or feeling a little stuck in areas in your life? Are you hoping to reignite a hobby or skill you enjoyed ‘Once Upon A Time?’ When was the last time you took a day just to honor you and your creative sparks?

I have created a special workshop package just for you.

  • We’ll start with an Access Consciousness BARS Session. This is a gentle, hands on experience that is relaxing and nurturing. After the session you will feel relaxed and nurtured. There are 32 points on the head that when gently can help you release limitations and blockages that hold you back from receiving everything you know is possible. Is there an area in your life you’d like to change? Do you feel stuck or like you’re repeating the same patterns over and over again? Are you struggling with depression/anxiety, AD/HD? The Access BARS can help you create change!
  • Next, I’ll take you through my loving and expansive Intuitive Journaling Workshop: “Write to Change Your World!” What is Intuitive Journaling? Intuitive Journaling will help you clear out your past, and begin the healing process. This workshop will expand your energy and open the channels of writing and creation for YOU – even if you are not a writer. Learn how heart-based journaling will help you answer questions, overcome challenges, and experience a deeper connection with your own intuition and soul guidance. What to Expect:  This is a one-hour workshop during which we use guided meditations, journaling exercises, and discussion to connect to a deeper place of creation. Participants will receive a handout with the tools and process used in the workshop for further exploration. 
  • Then, you’ll receive a Reiki healing session that includes a special crystal layout just for you. Reiki is universal light force healing, received through the Reiki practitioner. Reiki is an intelligent energy that knows exactly where to go for each person receiving it. Reiki is gently, non-invasive, and feels relaxing and nurturing. You can receive Reiki for any desired result.
  • And finally, I’ll guide you through an ‘Energy Board’ experience to help you follow through and actualize everything you know is possible. Let go of the outdated idea of the ‘Vision Board’ and allow me to take you on an elevating artistic journey of discovery and joy.  In this workshop, we will work with the energy you are trying to create in your life while putting together a creative collage. Don’t worry if you’re not feeling confident in your artistic skills! There is no formal training required, and I will guide you through every step of the process.
  • Also included: soothing aromas in the form of essential oils, yummy snacks and treats, lots of bubbly water and joy and laughter.

Investment:

This package is valued at $413, but because I am committed to helping people reach their full potential, I am offering it for $272 if booked and paid by May 15th.

If you need a 2-Pay Option, I offer 2 payments of $155: 1st payment by May 15th, remainder due on date of Spa experience.

Now Booking for dates in May and June! Schedule your time HERE.These creative spa experienced will be held at a private location in the Dallas/Richardson area. If you require a location near a specific area, we can accommodate that for a small additional fee. Please ask!

Would you like to take this workshop with a group of friends? That is also possible! Please ask!

Ready to invest in Your Light?  BOOK Your Creative Spa Day HERE.

A PayPal invoice will be sent after you have scheduled your time.

Cristee Cook | Author and Intuitive Writing Facilitator

817-781-5267

Mycirclegame.com | mycirclegame@outlook.com

Shiny Sparks: MC Dalet

This week is the third installment of the new Shiny Sparks series, and we hear from MC Dalet about the power of music. MC Dalet provides a snapshot into his creative process:  music is his guide, his healer, and an expansive tool to fuel his own creations.

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I can work anywhere. In fact, a piece often pops into my mind, and I immediately jot down what I can, wherever I am. I work in spurts, and sporadically. But if I need to jump-start a creative session, my fuel of choice is music. I suppose it would be trite to say that I draw my inspiration from music were I strictly a lyricist, but that’s hardly the case. By career I’m an academic, building scholarly articles, presentations, and classes. I am a poet, a playwright, and as of late, I’ve written a fair amount of speculative fiction. No matter the mode or genre I’m spinning I find myself searching for the rhythm of the thing as much as I am for language, and I buckle down best at night, when the beautiful but raucous voices of my small children fall silent to slumber and the inaudible noise of emails and tasks take a pause. In the darkness, the light is revealed–there is clarity and inspiration. I sit on my back porch beneath a canopy of trees, the rustling of their leaves and the wind (or the insects) a buzz of white noise, cleansing the sonic palate. Inspired by urban nature I begin a generative process by throwing on some music. Headphones on, I brainstorm, sketch, and draft wildly in bits and pieces, phrases and rough, swirling thoughts. There’s no lyrical bleed-over. Though sometimes song subjects do nudge content, my content generally comes from the day’s memory banks and wild imagination now blending with the mood and cadence of my chosen musical input, be it synth-laden Rush, the distorted folk of Neil Young, the driving pound of Tool, the wandering movement of Edie Brickell, or whatever just seems right. After a few songs, or one side of a record, silence. Everything coalesces into its own unique rhythm and full drafts emerge. I’ll edit in the light of day, when the Dreamtime gives way to tasking. For me, writing is a rhythm. When I remember that life is a jam session, all I have to do is find the riff I need, let pen hit paper, and make it sing.

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MC Dalet holds a Ph.D. in humanities from the University of Texas at Dallas and teaches humanities and English at Tarrant County College. He has presented his scholarship and performance pieces, which focus on performativity and the interdependence of life and art, in the United States, the United Kingdom, and Canada. As a performer, he has trod the stage as an actor, fallen off buildings as a stunt performer, and raised a ruckus as a percussionist and (sometimes) vocalist with Mule Dixon, Fish Fry Bingo, and Shotgun Friday (https://www.facebook.com/ShotgunFridayTX/; https://shotgunfriday.bandcamp.com/releases). He is currently writing a scholarly book and working on a solo album with the help of the band Straight 2 Video. His poetry, short fiction, and drama have appeared in Marine Creek Reflections, New Plains Review, and Sojourn and on his Facebook page (https://m.facebook.com/MCDalet/). Dalet is a regular contributor in Essay Club (https://www.facebook.com/EssayClub/) .

 

 

No Takebacks

“I’ll trade you my Barbie for 2 of your My Little Ponies.”

“Ok, but you can’t have Twilight Pegasus.”

“Well you can’t have Barbie and The Rockers, just one of the regular ones.”

“Ok.”

“Ok.”

“No takebacks!”

My sister and I championed this phrase. It was our secret handshake.

Then, when we were older:

“I won’t tell Mom you set the trash can on fire if you let me borrow your car. And no takebacks.”

My sister is 19 months younger than me, so if I accepted this offer I’d be breaking the law. And really, she was playing dirty with this negotiation.

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I hadn’t set the trash can ablaze on purpose. After school one afternoon I was in my parent’s office, talking on the phone, probably to a boy. I was probably chattering, excitedly. He was probably pretending to listen. I’m not a person who just sits and talks on the phone. I fill the space with a mindless action: doodling, shuffling a deck of cards, typing random sequences on a word document, and then when I got older, smoking cigarettes. This time, I was lighting matches. I’d strike the match, watch it burn down until the flame almost met with my fingers, and then I’d shake it out until the ember became a black trail of sulfur smoke. I guess I didn’t let one of the matches burn out long enough because my one-sided chatter halted when I smelled the rancid odor of burning paper. I hastily mumbled “I’ve gotta go!” to my boyfriend, and barely got the phone back on the hook when the smoke detector started screaming.

My sister came running. “Chris! What happened?!”

“I accidentally set the trash can on fire!”

We were latchkey kids. A common part of being a kid in the 1980’s. Our bus stopped in front of our house at around 4 p.m. and my mom didn’t get home until almost 6 pm, so our late afternoons were filled with freeform adventure, mostly in the form of television, unsupervised snacking, and long phone calls with boys, which our mother hated.

Instinctively, I ran to my parent’s room and grabbed the jug of distilled water that was always on the iron board. I doused the flames.

The fire alarm screamed, and my sister was panicking. It was a brutal and invasive irritation, and I think we both feared that somehow there would be some sort of record that it had been set off. That our dad would come home early from one of his week-long business trips and know it had happened. We had no idea how to stop a smoke alarm from alarming, so we did what I must’ve seen on television: we hit it with the end of a broom handle. The scenario is always the same in these fictions: the broom handle hits the alarm case, the alarm case breaks, the batteries fall out, and the noise stops.

I frantically jabbed at the white plastic disc, which was attached to the ceiling. It was harder than the movies made it look. I could hardly reach it even with an extension. I failed to stop the screeching and instead punched broom-handle sized holes in the ceiling all around the smoke detector. I can’t remember how we got the damn thing to stop wailing, but it eventually quieted. We waited for the phone to ring, for the fire department to show up, for Dad to pull into the driveway, but instead it was just silence, my sister and I, the smell of burnt paper, and pure adrenaline.

I told her, “I need to clean up the trash can.”

I returned to the scene only to see that all the water I’d used to extinguish the flames had leaked out the bottom of the rickety, old school metal bin. Dark, sooty stains puddled out onto my mom’s newly installed, light gray carpet. And the clock was ticking. She was due home in less than an hour.

We devised a plan in which I held the trash can over a bucket while we carefully lifted our contraption and moved it down the hall, down the stairs, wincing at every slosh, until we got it out the back door and dumped the soot in the mulched garden bed. I used the water hose to rinse out the remaining evidence from the bin, and my sister dried it. Then it was back upstairs to the office, where we used old cleaning towels and Formula 409 to frantically scrub the soot out of the carpet. Next, I furiously vacuumed the spots to dry the carpet, begging it would be sufficient to go unnoticed.

“What about the holes in the ceiling?!” my sister cried. Her anxiety in the moment only proves our eternal bond, despite our ongoing sibling rivalry. She had not caused any of this carnage. If our efforts to cover up my dumbass actions were unsuccessful, she wouldn’t have been the one in trouble.

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“Well, Daddy always uses spackle for holes,” I said.

So, it was back down the stairs, out into the garage, where we madly searched for the miracle paste. Back upstairs, my sister held the small step ladder while I clumsily globbed into and over the holes, praying no one would notice. My broom handle attack had also cracked the face of the smoke detector, so I spackled that too. When I noticed the shade of white in the spackle was different than the detector’s hue, I used my craft paints to try and blend the color.

Finished, sweaty, and out of breath, we stood in a weird, silent expectation just long enough to realize it still smelled like smoke and burnt paper, so we turned the ceiling fan on and opened all the office windows.

We put away our crude instruments. We waited.

My mom got home at her normal time. She was happy to see us. We talked about school, and ate dinner, and watched our evening programs, and told our dad goodnight from whatever city he had traveled to that week and got ready for bed. Throughout the evening, my sister and I shared furtive looks, expecting that any second Mom would ask us why the carpet was wet, or why the windows were open upstairs, or why all the distilled water was gone, or why we were being so nice to each other…but she didn’t. It was a wildly uneventful, normal suburban evening in middle America.

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So, years later when my sister brought up the small fire as a bargaining chip to take my new car, and my brand spanking new driver’s license, I agreed. Not because I was thought I’d be punished or because I believed she’d actually tell on me. I agreed because despite our complicated sisterhood, and our startling differences, she’s always been my partner in crime. This pattern of negotiation created a stable bridge for us to be united. She’s the only person in the world who really gets my wacko genius, and she’s the first to step up and protect it. Every time. Unconditionally. When we’re united, we’re unstoppable. My trouble is her trouble. Her pain is my pain. Forever and ever. No takebacks.

Nurture Your Light

 

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Nurture Your Light: A Creative Spa

This package is an immersive day of nurturing YOU and your Light and includes:

  • We’ll start with an Access Consciousness BARS Session. This is a gentle, hands on experience that is relaxing and nurturing. After the session you will feel relaxed and nurtured. There are 32 points on the head that when gently can help you release limitations and blockages that hold you back from receiving everything you know is possible. Is there an area in your life you’d like to change? Do you feel stuck or like you’re repeating the same patterns over and over again? Are you struggling with depression/anxiety, AD/HD? The Access BARS can help you create change!

 

  • Next, I’ll take you through my loving and expansive Intuitive Journaling Workshop: “Write to Change Your World!” What is Intuitive Journaling? Intuitive Journaling will help you clear out your past, and begin the healing process. This workshop will expand your energy and open the channels of writing and creation for YOU – even if you are not a writer. Learn how heart-based journaling will help you answer questions, overcome challenges, and experience a deeper connection with your own intuition and soul guidance. What to Expect:  This is a one-hour workshop during which we use guided meditations, journaling exercises, and discussion to connect to a deeper place of creation. Participants will receive a handout with the tools and process used in the workshop for further exploration. 

 

  • Then, you’ll receive a Reiki healing session that includes a special crystal layout just for you. Reiki is universal light force healing, received through the Reiki practitioner. Reiki is an intelligent energy that knows exactly where to go for each person receiving it. Reiki is gently, non-invasive, and feels relaxing and nurturing. You can receive Reiki for any desired result.

 

  • And finally, I’ll guide you through an ‘Energy Board’ experience to help you follow through and actualize everything you know is possible. Let go of the outdated idea of the ‘Vision Board’ and allow me to take you on an elevating artistic journey of discovery and joy.  In this workshop, we will work with the energy you are trying to create in your life while putting together a creative collage. Don’t worry if you’re not feeling confident in your artistic skills! There is no formal training required, and I will guide you through every step of the process.

 

  • Also included: soothing aromas in the form of essential oils, yummy snacks and treats, lots of bubbly water and joy and laughter.

 

Investment:

This package is valued at $413, but because I am committed to helping people reach their full potential, I am offering it for $272 if booked and paid by May 5th.

If you need a 2-Pay Option, I offer 2 payments of $155: 1st payment by May 5th, remainder due on date of Spa experience.

Now Booking for dates in May and June! Schedule your time HERE.

These creative spa experienced will be held at a private location in the Dallas/Richardson area. If you require a location near a specific area, we can accommodate that for a small additional fee. Please ask!

Would you like to take this workshop with a group of friends? That is also possible! Please ask!

Ready to invest in Your Light?  BOOK Your Creative Spa Day HERE.

A PayPal invoice will be sent after you have scheduled your time.

 

Cristee Cook | Author and Intuitive Writing Facilitator

817-781-5267

Mycirclegame.com | mycirclegame@outlook.com