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Tuesday, March 15, 2016
m a r c h & m a g i c h (repost)
"Faction before blood." Hmmmmmm...Rather - faction and b l o o d.
We do all, we are Divergent:
a b n e g a t i o n
e r u d i t e
d a u n t l e s s
a m i t y
c a n d o r
Kudos to Veronica Roth for these f a b u l o u s words! Haven't seen the movie yet, but just finished the book. s m a r t world building!
Here's another faction...the m a g i c h! My brand new word for a sect that I don't see referenced often.
magich
[maj-eech]
noun, plural ma-gich-es
f. la magich
m. le magich
1. your MAma's GIrlfriend's CHildren.
2. magical serendipitous fantasy parallel universe subliminal bond.
3. the offspring(s) of your play aunt.
Treesia, my older magich, attended UNT.
When you were young, you played with these m a g i c h e s , while your mothers shared "tea".
I assume the mamas talked shop, traded recipes, reviewed articles and books. They probably chatted about their loves and passions. Maybe they debated education, politics, religion, diets and parenting styles. Surely, they consulted and advised on fashions, fads and all issues personal.
I know they talked about us.
I know because I am a mother, and I have girlfriend tea. And we talk.
"What's the t e a, Girl?"
Our tea is not always as traditional as an old school version.
If I see a f a n t a s t i c blog on "how to talk to your daughter about her body", I immediately text it to all of my mama girlfriends. We discuss and v o w to affirm our children like the article suggests. We begin to talk with our girls differently creating a similar experience for our children.
This c o l l e c t i v e parenting consciousness can even be a side comment in tea conversation.
"Martial Arts had such a positive impact on Is."
Weeks after this tea comment, I enrolled my son into a martial arts program.
This co-creation comes in a m y r i a d of forms.
There are many influences outside of your family of origin that deeply affect your upbringing. I will boldly say that we are possibly more alike in experience with our magiches than many other people on the planet. The same b o o k s lined our shelves, the same television programs were watched, the same foods plated our dinner tables, we may have even shared a holiday or a day trip or two - because our mamas were friends.
For some reason this relationship escaped my heart's magnitude until a few days ago. I couldn't define who I lost to onlookers. My speech shattered. I couldn't quite explain my connection to this love.
Now I have the word, the words.
I lost a s u b l i m e and fabulous magich. This world lost Nefeterius Akeli McPherson.
You see, I'm the older magich, the Big Tee, at least that is what Ms. Martha, our nanny called me.
She was Little Tee.
Then along came a Baby Tee. I love you, Tamara.
I'm not quite sure how it all m a g i c h a l l y worked with me being eldest, but Little Tee has always been in my periphery - a validation across the aisle.
If you have magiches...
You don't even know why you know all about these people's lives. It would make much more sense if they were actually a limb on your genealogical t r e e, or if you had chosen the relationship on your own.When we talked as adults we didn't have to 'catch up' on on-goings and recent events - not because of social media or gossip, but because our mamas already told us.
We participated in a lot of the same experiences, probably at the orchestration of our dear mothers. They all get to take j o y and ownership of 'their' childrens' successes, the mama group also share pain together with 'their' childrens' losses.
They become theirs, we become theirs. Sarabis holding down Pride Rock.
J'aime mes magiches.
My mom called last week to tell me, Little Tee only had hours to live. A quake shocked my soul. I don't know a world without her. We arranged for the Fabulous Mo Creole to escort Mama Rose three hours away to quickly be at her l o n g time friend's side. Thank you, Mo Creole!
I wanted to play it super somber, and super cool. I wanted to hold a supportive s l a s h comforting role. Then I heard my anthem for the week...
Turn Down! For What?
I listened, prayed, kicked, screamed, cried and laughed a bit. I questioned the fairness of all things g o o d. Then my pen hit the paper and I drafted the w o r d list that I rattled off at her wake of all the things we were able to share by having mamas that were d e a r friends.
Thank you, Farmer Guy, Manchild, Daughter and Puppy G i n g e r for escorting me across Texas for this magichal trip.
Thank you, Enterprise for surprisingly renting me a car with a n g e l West Virginia plates.
These 'honest' gifts that we received as w o r d s -
Because of our mama's friendship, we do...
Mothers
Friends, Girlfriends, Grace and Graceful.
Lipstick and Smiles.
Positivity and Kindness.
Education and Degrees. More Education and Degrees.
Children and Community.
Social and Activism.
Flowers, Beauty and Travel.
Parties and Celebrations
Sweets and Food.
Black.
Volunteer and Intern.
Cheer and Mascots (Cardinals, Mustangs and Eagles).
Piano Lessons and Fashion.
Justice and Integrity.
Thank yous and Gratitude.
Work.
Life, Death.
and Tea.
And so it is.
See Tee's b e a u t i f u l inspirational story and fund Cancer Sucks.
Click here: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/cancer-sucks-a-cheer-up-story
l o v e
We do all, we are Divergent:
a b n e g a t i o n
e r u d i t e
d a u n t l e s s
a m i t y
c a n d o r
Kudos to Veronica Roth for these f a b u l o u s words! Haven't seen the movie yet, but just finished the book. s m a r t world building!
Here's another faction...the m a g i c h! My brand new word for a sect that I don't see referenced often.
magich
[maj-eech]
noun, plural ma-gich-es
f. la magich
m. le magich
1. your MAma's GIrlfriend's CHildren.
2. magical serendipitous fantasy parallel universe subliminal bond.
3. the offspring(s) of your play aunt.
Treesia, my older magich, attended UNT.
When you were young, you played with these m a g i c h e s , while your mothers shared "tea".
I assume the mamas talked shop, traded recipes, reviewed articles and books. They probably chatted about their loves and passions. Maybe they debated education, politics, religion, diets and parenting styles. Surely, they consulted and advised on fashions, fads and all issues personal.
I know they talked about us.
I know because I am a mother, and I have girlfriend tea. And we talk.
"What's the t e a, Girl?"
Our tea is not always as traditional as an old school version.
If I see a f a n t a s t i c blog on "how to talk to your daughter about her body", I immediately text it to all of my mama girlfriends. We discuss and v o w to affirm our children like the article suggests. We begin to talk with our girls differently creating a similar experience for our children.
This c o l l e c t i v e parenting consciousness can even be a side comment in tea conversation.
"Martial Arts had such a positive impact on Is."
Weeks after this tea comment, I enrolled my son into a martial arts program.
This co-creation comes in a m y r i a d of forms.
There are many influences outside of your family of origin that deeply affect your upbringing. I will boldly say that we are possibly more alike in experience with our magiches than many other people on the planet. The same b o o k s lined our shelves, the same television programs were watched, the same foods plated our dinner tables, we may have even shared a holiday or a day trip or two - because our mamas were friends.
For some reason this relationship escaped my heart's magnitude until a few days ago. I couldn't define who I lost to onlookers. My speech shattered. I couldn't quite explain my connection to this love.
Now I have the word, the words.
I lost a s u b l i m e and fabulous magich. This world lost Nefeterius Akeli McPherson.
You see, I'm the older magich, the Big Tee, at least that is what Ms. Martha, our nanny called me.
She was Little Tee.
Then along came a Baby Tee. I love you, Tamara.
I'm not quite sure how it all m a g i c h a l l y worked with me being eldest, but Little Tee has always been in my periphery - a validation across the aisle.
If you have magiches...
You don't even know why you know all about these people's lives. It would make much more sense if they were actually a limb on your genealogical t r e e, or if you had chosen the relationship on your own.When we talked as adults we didn't have to 'catch up' on on-goings and recent events - not because of social media or gossip, but because our mamas already told us.
We participated in a lot of the same experiences, probably at the orchestration of our dear mothers. They all get to take j o y and ownership of 'their' childrens' successes, the mama group also share pain together with 'their' childrens' losses.
They become theirs, we become theirs. Sarabis holding down Pride Rock.
J'aime mes magiches.
My mom called last week to tell me, Little Tee only had hours to live. A quake shocked my soul. I don't know a world without her. We arranged for the Fabulous Mo Creole to escort Mama Rose three hours away to quickly be at her l o n g time friend's side. Thank you, Mo Creole!
I wanted to play it super somber, and super cool. I wanted to hold a supportive s l a s h comforting role. Then I heard my anthem for the week...
Turn Down! For What?
I listened, prayed, kicked, screamed, cried and laughed a bit. I questioned the fairness of all things g o o d. Then my pen hit the paper and I drafted the w o r d list that I rattled off at her wake of all the things we were able to share by having mamas that were d e a r friends.
Thank you, Farmer Guy, Manchild, Daughter and Puppy G i n g e r for escorting me across Texas for this magichal trip.
Thank you, Enterprise for surprisingly renting me a car with a n g e l West Virginia plates.
These 'honest' gifts that we received as w o r d s -
Because of our mama's friendship, we do...
Mothers
Friends, Girlfriends, Grace and Graceful.
Lipstick and Smiles.
Positivity and Kindness.
Education and Degrees. More Education and Degrees.
Children and Community.
Social and Activism.
Flowers, Beauty and Travel.
Parties and Celebrations
Sweets and Food.
Black.
Volunteer and Intern.
Cheer and Mascots (Cardinals, Mustangs and Eagles).
Piano Lessons and Fashion.
Justice and Integrity.
Thank yous and Gratitude.
Work.
Life, Death.
and Tea.
And so it is.
See Tee's b e a u t i f u l inspirational story and fund Cancer Sucks.
Click here: http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/cancer-sucks-a-cheer-up-story
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