Thursday, September 8, 2016

Joe-face Day

Today has become my annual love on my husband day. It accidentally happened after posting something sweet about him six years ago. And I want to keep it up! 

I think in the last six years, I have become a completely different person. We have been married now for five years and it seems that an entire lifetime has transpired.
Not to mention adding two more little ones

I have been through some of my worst times in this short span. Beyond just the insecurity, brokenness and doubt some people face when being a person in their thirties. We're suffered loss together, and fear together, and faced things I would never have anticipated surviving. And it is in no small part due to the crazy man at my side. 


I don't believe that he is the missing part of me, or that he's the remainder to my only half complete self. What he is, in my eyes, is a shade when the sun burns too brightly, He is a gargoyle, when the world outside threatens to break in. He is the breeze that blows away smog that can accumulate just from living in this world. 

We fight loudly, love fiercely, and are growing to talk painfully and vulnerably. Our lives are not perfect and often not easy, but I believe they are made easier for having one another on which to lean. 

I love you, my hermit, and thank you for helping me find me.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Admissions

So I need to give an update on the novel about our NICU experience.

I started out with a huge gusto and had flashes of white hot writing that left me beat at the end of the day. And then, a day passed without writing, and another and another. It has been almost two and a half weeks since I've contributed much to the project at all. And I wasn't sure why until tonight, when I had a bit of a breakdown.

The act of remembering this story has become rather difficult. It had been something I thought I had left behind us in the NICU. But as I put our story down and detail it in as close to an unfiltered tale as possible, it had become increasingly more difficult for me to get out without feeling a rather embarrassing amount of anxiety.

I feel like I've scratched open raw wounds far deeper than I had allowed myself to understand. I had been so far in denial and shock that I had created a thick veneer of positivity I refused to look behind.

But as I had been writing, the veneer began to chip away and the process of writing became less cathartic and more traumatic. But even then I was in denial about what I felt, trying to blame my procrastination on the frenetic life of a mom with two little ones in the midst of cold and flu season.


Tonight, I made a promise to write with purpose every night this week, to try and restart my enthusiasm for the project. And as I wrote, trying to detail the day the Bean was born, it hit me. Hard and powerfully like a thump to the chest, an ache that hurt my heart so bad it brought tears to my eyes. I wasn't over the trauma of the day my sweet girl was born. I'm not anywhere close.

I spoke with Mister Magpie and we had a discussion about why we pushed through the awful parts and never really dealt with how we were surviving. We just knew we had to.

And he said exactly what I needed to hear. "This book you're writing, it isn't for us. It's for all of the families going through it right now. For the families that will go through it." And so I am going to make a promise to those people I haven't met and likely never will. I'm going to push past my fear, past my tears and fight to get this book together. I need to try and give some comfort to the most terrifying joyful experience I've been grateful to survive.

Please try and help remind me that this is important if I stop talking about it or mention I've been putting it off. There are families that might get some comfort from our experience!

Thanks for your love and support!!!






Monday, March 14, 2016

First Person weekend

So my weekend was extremely busy. I had two shows at the Historical Society and one Sunday at the Kelton House.
Some people are curious as to what First Person Interpretation is and what I do. In short, what I do is either pick (or get assigned) a specific person or a subject and I research and create a monologue and prepare for a Q&A session (my biggest fear) afterwards.
Last summer I was doing the War Widow program and someone from the Kelton House asked if I'd be interested in doing a similar program there. It was a monologue about the cost of the Civil War on the families left behind. It is not a happy tale to tell, especially considering that most of the films and books were written about the brave men that fought the war. I found it heartbreaking and difficult to really see some of the effects the war had that were not well-documented. I felt I had a duty to try and speak for these women and the struggles they went through after their men left.
Fast forward a year or so and I was terrified of sitting in front of a paying audience of history buffs. There always seems to be one person who knows so much more about the subject and had spent years studying it. I am always afraid of what I call "History Heckler". They tend to wait until the Q&A phase to tell you you said the wrong thing, or omitted something they felt was crucial. But the first guest to enter, to my eternal surprise and joy was my High School History teacher and the reason I started volunteering at OHS all those years ago in High School. I was rather overcome and extremely happy to see her there and it was quite the honor to have had her make it out to see me. And then five of my OHS friends came to see me and my sweet co-worker Deborah. I was entirely moved and I think that there were some tears in the audience too. 



I mentioned to Doreen (the aforementioned history teacher) afterwards that I feel I missed my calling as a teacher, but that through programs like the Kelton House and the Historical Society, I get the chance to be an actor and a teacher and it is such great fun as well.
There's an excitement in sharing a First Person Interpretation experience that started when I used to go and see those programs when I was young. I have amazing memories that were burned into my mind as a child. A way to bring history to me in a way that was informative and real. Breathing life into history gives such a visceral understanding of what being alive during a certain period was like and bringing it off the dry page. I could sit for hours and listen to an interpreter tell me about "their life" or watch them making tin cups, iron nails, or taper candles.
It is my hope that as long as I am able, I will have opportunity to give this breath to history. That there will hopefully always be space in Columbus to give our ancestors the chance to live again for a short time so we can learn about their hopes and struggles. It is my wish, that the stories I tell have meaning and will create the memories for others that will forever change their ideas of what the word "history" means.



Thursday, March 3, 2016

Magpie tells her tale!

I have spent the last two years just being a mom. 

In August, I had my second via emergency c-section. For those following at home, that is two preemies in two years. Like a RECORD!  

I have been very busy not creating much aside from a few blankets for the babies and gifts. But, we have busied ourselves with the awesome work of being parents.

Having had two preemies, we have made amazing friends at the local NICU that took such great care of our babies. And Miss Bean has made herself a mini-celeb with the staff. My grove and friends have been working on seasonal preemie hats for the little ones as I know how much they meant to me when we found them on our babies. 

The preemie hat project is fun for me to do a little something to help show love and support, but it didn't seem like enough. 

So after a great deal of thinking and brainstorming, I have decided to write a book. As of yet it doesn't have a title, but I am going to be creating something that not only talks about what happened to me, which might be of a little interest, but I want to post everything I learned about my experience in the NICU, 

It is my sincere hope that when I am done, I will have something that has helpful information about what NICU terms mean, what to expect in a pre-term delivery, and what types of challenges can preterm babies face. 

I have a dream that this might be able to be used as a resource to give comfort and information to families who have a preemie and to show the scary and joyous moments that can happen when you have a NICU baby. 

Please check back here for updates as the book starts to come together!

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Playtime deconstructed

So before our little Bean was born, I had read a lot about Waldorf and Montessori education. I found a lot of things that I really loved, especially the simplicity and importance of play in a child's early years and development.

There have been many reports on childhood development and sorting skills. With that, the lovely Wee Folk Art gave me an idea! I pulled out all the supplies for this project, having ordered acorns and bowls way before there were little ones to play with them from Casey's Wood Products



  • I got out the acorns, bowls, the paint, beeswax and olive oil and got started. (Be mindful, whatever the sorting toy you buy, that it is large enough not to create a choking hazard for your little one!)
  • I chose six colors, painted the bowls and acorns and let them dry.
  • While they dried, I used a cheese grater to get a hunk of beeswax to meltable size and used a double boiler technique for melting it down.
  • Then I added four parts olive oil (to one part beeswax) and added it to the hot wax. I put the polish in a container to cool down and it hardened up a bit to a coconut oil consistency which I could then rub over the paint to seal it.
  • I then buffed off the excess with a dishtowel.





After an hour of silently putting them in and taking them out of the bowls, I am really pleased with the homemade toy!

I think she likes it!!!



Thursday, July 16, 2015

My "selfie" image

I've been away from this blog for quite a long time. Life has been hectic and wonderful with our daughter and I have been focusing on transitioning from a person, to a person who's focus is now wildly shifted. I'll write more about that transition later. But for now, I'd like to talk about something I've been thinking about a lot lately. 

Sass selfie
I take a lot of selfies.

I don't always post them to public media, But sometimes, if I feel like it's not too unflattering, I'll send it out. 

I've been thinking about why I do that . 


Adorable baby wearing selfie!

I think that generally, I want people I don't get to see very often to share in m life. Do I think they need pictures of my face to do that? Probably not. But as the family photographer, I have shockingly few pictures of myself. 


But I have a secret: I hate pictures of myself. I am always criticizing myself. "My hair's too gray/frizzy/short." "My rosacea is so ugly/my skin is too wrinkled." "My smile is so goofy and my eyes are to squinty."  


So I decided to take each reoccurring complaint I had about myself and turn it into something I am grateful for. 

"I have too many wrinkles" - My life has been full of laughter and tears, I have spent years focusing on listening, on smiling and sometimes I have cried. These wrinkles are roadmaps of the woman I have been. They remind me of the joy and sadness in my life that has led me here.

"My hair is frizzy/skin is too red." - My hair and my skin are mine. I can put products on them and try my best to care for them, but they are part of what makes me Magpie. Each dot, each mole and red cheek and flyaway hair are part of the whole of me. 

"My hair doesn't look good." - I have to remind myself that there are people who wish they had hair, but for various reasons do not. My style can always change, but I should be grateful for the hair I have!

"My eyes are squinty/forehead's too big/face is covered in moles..." - Everything I usually think makes me unappealing is part of me. I am alive and healthy, I see a dermatologist fairly regularly, and when I squint, it's because that is the face I make when I'm truly happy. It's my most genuine smile. 


Baby bump selfie!

Really, it boils down to hearing all this negative self-talk, recognizing it and eliminating it as part of my daily routine. 

Frankly, as much as I've supported positive self image in others, I've rarely felt it in myself. And now, I'm responsible for teaching small people that they are perfect just as they are. And the number of times in a day the hubs hears me say things I hate about myself will soon become things my children hear. 

I don't want them to start hearing me pick apart every small detail I dislike about myself. 

I am me, My face and body are mine and if I want to teach confidence and self appreciation to my children, I need to start with me. 

Show off your beautiful self and share it with the world! We need to see ALL faces and shapes. We need "everyday" to become the extraordinary we see regularly instead of the airbrushed, photoshopped images we've become used to comparing to.

Let the world see you embrace yourself. You never know who might need to see someone like them be confident!
~MythicalMagpie

Friday, January 2, 2015

Resolve, instead of Resolution


As the new year begins, many of us take on resolutions, hoping that a blank slate will jump start us to break bad habits and create better ones in their place.

Merriam Webster defines resolution as the following:


  1.  

What I notice about these definitions is that resolutions are characterized as solutions to problems or resolving a situation. When we think of starting New Year's resolutions, we are encouraged to such things as "eat better" or "exercise more" or "set aside more time for X". While I think those are great starts towards a resolution, I think they could better be defined to actually help solve what is likely a bigger problem. 

So, I have identified five steps to creating successful solutions. 


What is important here is to find calculable challenges and goals and that they need to be attainable and healthy. Do you want to lose weight/inches? What is a healthy goal and what are healthy steps along the way? The more specific, the easier they are to follow and stay on target. (For "what is a healthy goal", I encourage you to consult a Primary Care Physician to help tailor personal goals to your life.) 

It's important to understand that when talking about changing a behavior or habit, it is said that anywhere from a full month to eight months for a new habit to be formed and accepted into your brain. So do not be afraid to take time, but stay with it and surround yourself with people who will support and encourage you to keep trying, especially if you have a setback. 

So don't just make a "resolution" make a SOLUTION!

And have a very happy new year!!!

~MM


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Cloth Baby Wipes

So I've been looking around the house and decided to start documenting the many tricks and home made items we use at home.

Today I'm going to explain the SUPER Easy process of cloth baby wipes.

So what you need is the following:

  • Baby Washcloths (about twenty)
  • Microwavable mug or cup
  • Preferred brand of liquid baby soap
  • Coconut Oil
  • Essential Oil *optional* (Tea Tree or Lavender)
First, you need to prep the cloths, you lay them out like so:


Fold the bottom one over


Then lay the next on top and continue the process. 


Now is the fun part, place the stack in the baby wipe container


Fill coffee cup with water and heat it for thirty seconds and add teaspoon of coconut oil, stir until melted. (Coconut oil has been proven to be gentle to skin and anti-fungal, so it is the perfect additive to the wipes.)


Add teaspoon of liquid baby soap

Stir until all is blended.


(Depending on your baby's skin, adding one or two drops of essential oil like Tea Tree or Lavender can help to reduce bacteria and be antiseptic. But ask your pediatrician before adding even diluted essential oil to ensure no burns or allergic reactions.) 


Pour soap solution over the wipes, close and voila!!!


I hope you enjoy this super simple tutorial! Now, when you use the wipes, you can toss them in the washing bin (if you use cloth diapers, just toss these in with them!) And you aren't tossing away money and filling a landfill with dozens of wipes a day. 


Monday, December 8, 2014

Muppet Birthday Dress Up


So for the Bean's first birthday I wanted to have a kid-friendly Muppet activities section.

I grew up on the Muppets and our family loves them, so when I decided to have a party for her, a dress up table was a MUST!

I found several cheap items at JoAnn's including felt for Kermie's collar, dress up pearls and a blonde wig and gloves for Miss Piggy, a cape for Super Grover, white ribbon with pink polka dots for Fozzie Bear's bowtie,  and a chef's set.  

Everything save for the Kermit collar was already sewn, so I decided to get creative.

I cut an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of lime green felt in half lengthwise, then folded it over on itself  like an accordion in about inch and a half folds..


I started about an inch down the folds and cut on an angle and flipped the felt over and did it again until I had a point. 


Then you open, cut little holes on the top ends and secure ribbons so the kids (of grown up kids) can tie on their own Kermit he Frog collar.


The finished birthday dress up table!














The kids and kids at heart had a blast dressing up with the costume pieces!

And since daddy magpie and I prepared only paleo foods and recipes, we were able to enjoy an entire party, knowing we could eat anything served!



Prep for deviled eggs

Fruit Skewers




Beef and Veggie Skewers




It was all in all a great time!


She had a blast with her paleo birthday cake hand crafted from Daddy!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

What a Year!

So much has happened to us in the last year. We had our lovely Bean four months prematurely. For the first 92 days, she was in the NICU and on various levels of oxygen therapy. When she came home, we had appointments several times a week and were just pooped.

Finally, things started to find a rhythm and we fell gloriously into a routine with our amazing and healthy bean!

Most of our lives were put on hold until we really got the hang of this parenting thing. We've googled almost every possible home remedy for croup, diaper rash, baby formula. We have been making a great effort to keep her as close to cloth diapered, on Weston A. Price's formula, and have gotten really into babywearing.

We're finally getting back into our lives plus our new parental roles. and I'm eager to share some of the more natural recipes and fixes as possible.

First up, home made dry shampoo.

I know sometimes, the second day mom hair can look downright frightening! So I bought a bottle of dry shampoo. It was somewhere around $10 US and I wasn't sure I'd like it. While it did the job, it also had the effect of spraying my dark hair with a mist of white powder. So I began researching methods of making my own that would work better for dark hair.

I found a recipe for dark hair on the Mommypotamous Blog and tried it out.


  • 2 tablespoons arrowroot powder or non-GMO cornstarch
  • 2-3 tablespoons cocoa powder
  • 3-5 drops of essential oils (optional – lemon, peppermint, rosemary, bergamot, lemongrass and lime are good options)

  • I grabbed an old poofy blush brush and set to dusting my hair at the roots. It worked AMAZINGLY! Not only do I like the simple, toxin-free, non-spray method, the cocoa powder helped keep the powdered wig look to a minimum!

    Here is the recipe for light colored hair


  • ¼ cup of arrowroot powder or non-GMO cornstarch
  • 1 teaspoon of cocoa powder (You may or may not need this depending on the color of your hair. If it is very light or white you might want to skip it)
  • 3-5 drops of essential oils (optional – lemon, peppermint, rosemary, bergamot, lemongrass and lime are good options)

  • Tip: Start sparingly. If you over do it, it will dry the hair out and will have a dusty look to the hair.

    Pictures will be incoming, please let me know if you'd like to see more recipes.

    Thursday, April 3, 2014

    Crochet OSU Baby Set

    So I'm a native Ohioan. As such, a great majority of the people around here are rabid Buckeye fans!
    I had been asked to make a crocheted baby hat with a block O on it for a family friend who was having a baby and loved the Buckeyes.

    Well I loved making the hat, so I decided a bib was necessary.
    I played around with dc decreases and increases and ended up with this set! 



    The back closes with a crocheted "button".

    I really loved being creative and coming up with something new
    on my own!

    Don't be afraid to experiment, make mistakes and you will be surprised what you might be able to create!!




    Saturday, March 22, 2014

    Magpie has hatched a chick!

    So it's been a while since I've made a post. I'd like to think I have had a good excuse. 

    We've had a baby!!



    While there's a LOT of story to tell about our little miracle girl, I'll keep it brief.  
    And just say that she was born almost four months early and has defied a great number of obstacles to be home with us before her due date and without the assistance of oxygen!

    I have been keeping up somewhat about her journey here at my family blog at Druid Domesticity.

    I'll be posting more often now that everyone's out of the hospital and safely home. 

     Be well and love fiercely!


    Thursday, June 27, 2013

    Fear and Self Limitation - Part 1 Origins

    I have been working up to writing this post for a while now. It is a very important subject to me and I wanted to go into it with a wide range of sources of inspiration before I dove into a discussion about it. I have been reading personal development books, watching presentaions by renowned trainers and motivational speakers to learn about a very simple but very powerful way to change your life. But today I want to clarify my topic before I really jump into the meat of the subject.

    This is not "new agey self help" instruction.

    I can safely say I have read plenty of books and watched films about prayer of many kinds and manifestation of desires, That is not what I'm going to be discussing here. Your personal spirituality can fit with what I will be discussing, but that is a very separate topic, possibly for discussion in another post.

    I am not a psychiatrist, or certified personal trainer.

    My words here are my own, based off of several months of research and personal growth. At the end of this article, I will post several links to professionals who you can seek for assistance.

    Now, onto the topic at hand...fear.

    Fear: Part 1 - Origins

    Don't worry, everyone has it.

    Of course everyone has fear. Ranging from a healthy desire to not engage in self-endangering feats of cliff diving, to sheer terror at the sight of an insect. Some fears are rational, or are based off of personal life experience. While others are merely brought about by doubt or insecurities. This latter form of fear is what I will be discussing.

    Born Fearless:
    I want to start by saying that we are born without fear.



    If you read about cognitive development, babies explore their world, fearlessly for months. They watch and listen, then crawl, touch and taste to learn about the world around them. They learn at an incredibly quick rate. How the world acts around you during the first few years of your life can absolutely effect your learning and shape your character. When you first let a baby grasp your finger, then she lets go and you let her grab it again, you are shaping the connections from neurons in the amygdala to the learning centers in her sensory cortex. The more you allow this child to experience, the more she grows and learns. There is no fear in this, an infant is taught boundaries. From hot stoves to climbing tall staircases, we teach our children basic rules of safety in the world around them.


    So where does the fear part start?

    For most of us, our self doubt can be drawn back to pre-adolescence, some behaviors learned through family trying to explain common social norms. We as a general species spend childhood testing boundaries, learning social limits and where we fit into them.

    I was (and still am, admittedly) the kid in class that wanted to raise their hand first and get the answers right. It's not a desire to detract from other students, but a desire to have what I learn be validated. This, however, was not always popular. If you were, or are a kid like that, you know that not everyone finds that trait endearing and getting called names or made fun of can certainly train you out of wanting to raise that hand again.

    Conversely, being shy or unsure of yourself, you may never have wanted to be called on in class, loathing the attention and possible social exclusion.

    Some of our most basic beliefs about ourselves were formed at this delicate time in our lives, or even younger.

    But, being a kid sucked for a lot of people, how does that limit me now?

    The transition from childhood to adulthood is certainly trying for most. Only a few really fortunate people in my experience were able to glide through adolescence unscathed in some way. That said, for the majority of Americans, who were able to spend time with peers, or had people in their lives against whom they can compare themselves. We all had "influencers" for lack of a better term, both the wonderful and the detremental.

    These influencers have power over us as we are developing our sense of self. This is fantastic in the case of people who encourage exploration and support creativity and individuality. Not so great in the case of people who tend to lean towards the "keeping up with the Jones'" mentality, or worse. In these cases, your natural affinity for curiosity inherent by your birth can be pushed down, hidden behind fears of social stigma.

    When childhood becomes lingering fear.




    I have heard a great deal about people who hold onto childhood wrongs like a blanket of honor. Clinging to "bad childhoods" as a shield against personal responsibility. If you were harmed, wronged or neglected as a child, I am sorry for that experience. It is a terrible thing to have people in your life who did not support you. There are a great many resources out in the world to help deal with those traumas. 

    Is it solely childhood trauma that causes fear?

    Not always. You can have a perfectly adjusted childhood and still have learned through experience that being different or sticking your neck out  is uncomfortable at best, or dangerous at worst.

    When one holds on to those negative experiences, consciously or not, they form fears and impediments to our growth in our adult life. These fears keep us from learning new things, meeting new people, taking chances and exploring in our adult life.

    And that, is exactly what I want to help identify and destroy!

    Feel free to start a coversation in the comments below!!

    Next entry: Identifying Fear and Self Limitation





    Tuesday, June 11, 2013

    Life Lessons

    Today has been a long day of reflection. While I'd like to think I do deep soul-searching everyday, it isn't quite true.

    Frankly, I am often so busy, I can hardly keep up with "normal" life, basic chores. While I have often read the quote "A clean house is a sign of a wasted life", I have come to the point where my priorities are skewed for lack of time. I find myself being worn thin by over-commitment and the list of things I will take care of when the mythical time presents itself gets longer.

    I find myself longing for less "playing" and more living. More family and less worrying about impressing people who have no desire to share in my life. More creating and less pretending.

    So, for the last few weeks, I have been delving into reading all sorts of self-improvement books. Within, l find a great deal of information that I will follow upon in several future blog posts. I feel much more prepared to really examine what I want in my life and how I can begin moving towards those ends.

    My next blog entry will be on tracing the sources of fear and "self limitation", but until then, I leave You all with a phrase I thought up yesterday and doodled with Textgram... until my next post, be well and make choices that make your heart sing!

    -mm

    Wednesday, May 1, 2013

    Happy Beltane and Polymer Clay Class

    Happy Beltane everyone!!!

    I had a wonderful day with the sun shining brightly.


    I am so grateful to have spent my evening teaching another polymer clay class at The Magical Druid

    There were three other people in attendance and we had a wonderful time, creating wearable items and statuary and just having a grand time. 

    My rose quartz and polymer clay pendant. 

    I had a sort of epiphany that the act of creating and being creative is a huge act of trust. Being able to be vulnerable to the criticisms of others while you are trying to make something inside your mind come to life is crucial to continuing to experiment and grow as a human. 

    Thankfully, tonight I was surrounded by joyful and creative souls, willing to be vulnerable too 

    It was indeed, a Blessed night! And I hope you had one as well!