Grapevine-Gratutity & Pineapple-Hearted-Express
INTRA²
Personal-Development Correspondent T. M. Wiggins-Clark aka TC/Coach MaddHatter
(per
The No.1 INTRA² Detective Agency) | July 17, 2018 | Sankofa
Journey Briefing
#HavePen;
WillTravel
Salutations Grapevines of GreaterDC Gratitude!
It’s a-great-day-in-the-morning, so, on behalf of (my) Story, I’d like
to share a glimpse upon my reflective-pool; with respect to my
past-weekend. This piece of INTRA² commentary is dedicated to
the Capricorn-Life, the beauty in the philosophies of grapevines-gratitude and
the pineapple-hearted, as well as the insatiable, lofty-love I have for my
neighborhood stylist-&-barber salons.
For starters, I thank all those who helped me bring my laughter back to
life and jump-started my jolly. Your
contributions to immaculate-conversations, constructive-feedback,
transportation, comforting hospitality, and provisions for (re)aligning my
purpose-driven stride. My deepest
grapevine-gratitude flows nicely when I think-of-you – Thank You!
The moment my week’s end officially said ‘hello’ (Friday at 3pm), I
actually felt the weight of the last three-weeks lift from my
emotionality. I had been under a great
deal of pressure after placing a few ‘ghost’ writing projects upon my timeline. And as I drew close to completion, I found
myself engaged in a serious clash of the Titans. Whew! …And even though I
barely weathered the brainstorms associated with these particular pen-men-ship(s);
my right-brain-hemisphere got the chance to exercise its strength and benchmark
a good number of hours into my Scrib’d 10,000hr Portfolio. But, by early Saturday morning (at 5am),
there was a slight gloom hovering over my second-senses. And what’s amazing is
that I was about to let-it-linger. I
laid silently in my conscious-realm and got very vocal in my adjacent-conscious-realm.
That’s when it got a bit interesting.
Because surely, I ought to be feeling a bit better than this! I just
completed major scribing and in-perfect-timing too, WTF! So – I just started rolling off questions with
my second-voice (and projected straight into the aether…to whomever was
listening).
Jumper-Cable
Reference: Are you familiar with KRS-One’s philosophy regarding the
immaculate-powers within one’s Rubicon-of-Imaginal? Now, this is not what he’s
calling it – it’s what I’ve defined it-to-be after following his lead to
research-and-develop. To gain a better
understanding of that which I scribe; go check-out this video on YouTube: KRS One The Power Of Future All SevenLessons (per The Stream Zone). This 36min stipend-of-knowledge is lucrative
psychic-compensation! KRS unpacks the difference between one’s first set of
senses and its second set. By investing good-attention
to this interpretation, you’ll gain a crisp canvas into the ideals of
speaking-truth-to-power. Shucks, it does
me well whenever I get the chance to listen to this – and I’m suspecting it
will do the same for you if you visit with it whenever your mind/heart prompts
you to-do-so.
While I stayed still in my silence, I could hear the birds singing just
outside my bedroom window, and patiently allowed my keenness to forward me the
answers I sought. I’am still a novice
when it comes to second-sensed conversations within my invisible-realms. It’s taken me a bit of time absorbing the
notion that I have a Rubicon-strong panel of Imaginal-Counsel waiting to
contend and resolve whatever I present them with – I’ve truly underutilized this
component of my being.
Before long, I got the hunch to consult with my Gurl Nadia. And so, I
did. And…I’am so-grateful that I did.
Bless-her-Heart! She directed my
attention exactly where it needed to be – once our session concluded, my
thoughts went directly to a familiar-conversation I’d had a few months ago with
a dear-one I call OptimusPrime. Prime is
an Aries…my flame-thrower…my wizard-of-refinery. …I remember him telling me that I ought to
cease from inviting hovering moods of dismay to ‘come-on-in-and-sit-for-a-while’.
And that the moment they arrive, tell their asses to get-going!
After being lost in the moment of nostalgia – I returned to my
progressive-consciousness and my Imaginal intercom kicked-on, here’s my reflective-paraphrase:
‘I will not be hosting any sorrows today.
I haven’t been out this house for nearly five-weeks. I’ve completed my
production-obligations and now it’s time for me to enjoy-Me. We’ve got the chance to venture out – and by
golly that’s what we’re gonna do!’ And,
by-golly-wow…that’s exactly what we did!
Almost immediately I got a surge of energy and determination. I went and confirmed my attendance for my
first workshop/open-mic with The DC Poetry Spot; which was going-down within
two hours. I’d been promising mySelf the pleasures of exploring my inner-Art of
poetic-justice. So, I mustered up the courage to go-beyond-my-comfort-zone.
Besides, I adore Poets, they tend to have such eclectic relationships with
their muses. And even though I’ve never associated
my own artsy-values of being a poet, I’ve always been a
storyline-ambassador. Oh…and how
about…the meet-up was being held at the library just three-blocks from home;
simply perfect. I got there and
immediately felt welcomed – as if there was no other place I was meant to be.
I left the workshop feeling all sorts of delighted, supported, and
intrigued and encouraged to explore more of my poetically-justice side of
Life.
Then I made my way to my Dad’s to visit with him and my StepMom (I
hadn’t seen them since their Memorial Day cookout, right before I nestled
myself inside author-mode). When I hang-out with them I always get to catch-up
with many beloveds I don’t see during my everyday routines. I even caught-a-conversation with my
BigSister Resey. Chats with her always (re)align the soul!
By the evening, I caught up with my Barber – and – my immaculate mohawk
returns! J. Strickland has been my
barber for nearly thirteen years – and I absolutely adore him and his
master-craftsmanship. My visit to the
barbershop shall forever be a light-bringer!
Especially now that I’m solely a client.
I’d been a stylist-of-cosmetology for over twenty years; so, once-upon-a-time,
we were co-workers. Yeah, I’m still a
lover of that Life. #Beauty&BarberLifeUpwardBound!
And again, I got the chance to catch-up
with folks I hadn’t seen in ages. Shucks, a few I hadn’t seen in nearly ten
years. My visit brought me liveliness
and loads of grapevine-gratitude. Among my
major highlights was the pleasure of meeting Ms. Shawn. She’s a Molecular Hydration
Specialist…man’o’man! what a conversation we had! And I was treated-to-taste her handmade
passion-fruit-hibiscus-lemonade and ginger-lemonade; simply awesome.
Upon early Sunday morning I could hear the birds singing with
ease. My morning’s contemplations regarding
my next moves where unfolding clearly. Before
long, I was directed to my ongoing coach-academic/philosophical-investigations
surrounding the symbology of pineapple-heartedness and grapevine-greatness; as
an INTRA² personal-development
index. Both philosophies flow with the
quintessence of the DivineTrifecta: Story, Arts-&-Acoustics. Just ponder the historical-values of either upon
the context of story, art and or acoustic-alchemy, and you will surely, easily
discover the experiences of an array of social-treasures.
In closing, I also invite you to imagine the intersections of such a
magical-multiplicity. …And, if by
chance, you’d like to know what this may look-like inside a neighborhood of
upward-bounds; I’ll lend you mine…#AnacostiaArtDistrict.
‘We-are-Story. We-are-Art. We-are-Acoustic-Alchemy.
We-are-DivineTrifecta. We-are-Pineapple-Hearted. We-are-Grapevine-Gratuity (of GreaterDC)
– Voila!’ ~Story-ON!
QOTD {Quotes-of-the-Day}
Keep-on-keeping-Story-ON!
Fine-tune your awareness toward the wonders of ‘Intentional Serendipity’ (per Corey Ford) – Story-ON.
Solitude is the fairy-god-mother of Synchronicity – Story-ON.
May the force of DivineTrifecta be-with-you – Story-ON.
When you get; give. When you learn; teach (per Dr. Maya Angelou) –
Story-ON.
There are (moments) seasons when to be still demands immeasurably
higher strength than to act (per Margaret Bottome) – Story-ON.
Whatever the circumstances of your life, the understanding of (your)
Type can make your perceptions clearer, your judgments sounder, and your life
closer to your heart’s desire (per Isabel Briggs Myers) – Story-ON.
{The Red Tent: Anita Diamant}
“(Carl
Gustav) Jung’s concept is – that the aim of one’s life, psychologically
speaking, should be not to suppress or repress, but to come to know one’s other
side, and so both to enjoy and to control the whole range of one’s capacities;
i.e., in the full sense, to ‘know oneself’.”
{The Portable JUNG: edited by Joseph Campbell}
Who knew! …The Heavens knew! ...that
Resey’s comradery of six Ladies would produce such a wondrous weekend of Life,
Love, Lesson, complementary-Comedy, immaculate-Conversations, and intriguing-Stories
(as we celebrate Resey and her Sistah-Gurl Cindy’s birthdays and Mother’s Day in
Massanutten). What a glorious place to
behold! And already, there’s much
divine-Diva scholarship goings on! Also,
part of the Sistah-Gurl Comradery is Kalleen, Linda, and Barbara. All members of a blossoming kinship that
began before I was born (I’am in my mid-40s; confirming that I’am complete to adorn
them all as my BigSistahs. Their love for
me has always groomed and guided me and have always freely shared their
knowledge with me whenever we get the chance to spend time together). Deresa ‘Resey’ is the elder Daughter and I’am
the youngest of my Mom’s four daughters.
So, my inspiration is drawing in
honor of an epic-finishing to CharmWeek
2018. This year’s National celebration kicked-off on Sunday May 6th
with World Laughter Day; concluding on
Mother’s Day Sunday May 13th. Resey
has planned such an awesome Gurlz Trip. We arrived on Friday afternoon – delighted
that we were able to maneuver thru the DMV without much traffic, immensely enjoy
the beautiful countryside, and jam to remarkable playlists (making our traveling
experience a much-needed pleasure). Many
thanks to the Heavens! We eventually got unpacked, Resey got the kitchen
jumpin’ – then we jammed (some more), laughed out loud (really loud), and savored
charming food-&-beverage. My big-Sis
Kalleen recently lost her husband, and just months before that lost her middle
son to lung-cancer (Kalleen’s sons are Resey’s God-sons). Resey and I lost our Mom roughly nine months
ago -- alongside -- Cindy, Barbara, and Linda slaying their way through realms
of emotional trial and tribulation. Needless to say (but I will); it’s been a
very trying season! So, last night we enjoyed our moment to unwind and release. And my’o’my…did we! And we effortlessly
allowed Laughter to have its way with us.
It was much healing of hilarious-proportions! So-much-so that the
heartiness of our laughter decided to hang-out and greet us the next
morning. So as we sat around the table, sipping
coffee, Resey recalled an episode that unfolded late that night after we had all
ventured into slumber; which quickly turned animated as she began to relate the
scene to Daffy Duck – a seriously comical ordeal! Our conversation continued to flow nicely as Linda
recalled when she discovered the powers of burnt-toast and coffee…which I
learned is the wonder-remedy to a hangover – that’s remarkable! Linda’s Mom and Resey and my Mom was BFFs for
most of our lives (our Moms are reunited in the Heavens). The wave of laughter continued as Cindy and
Barbara (who are sisters) recalled their childhood when one of their relatives
unwittingly figured a wardrobe for the bathroom (I almost sprayed the room with
the coffee I was drinking) …lol!!!
As I cultivate and foster the novice-cycles
of my creativity/story-coaching practices; I shall bring-forth a familiar sense
of Emotional Intelligence (EI). As well
as my QOTD (Quote of the Day) methodologies – as I believe there’s class-room
in metaphors and catalytic-quotes. So,
in honor of this weekend’s Epic(ness)…I dedicate the opening-quotes as this
year’s Lead-Charm QOTDs, mainly because it’s truly our duty to embrace our
good, our bad, and our indifferences (individually and collectively). And to honor the bounty within the revelations
of our accumulated trails and triumphs (individually and collectively) –
because surely, one is liberated through the telling of one’s own Story (in my
opinion) – and my BigSistahs are truly sincere, natural coaching-Storytellers!
I’m going to close here (because
the Sistah-Gurlz are in the living-room watching Girls Trip -- and the laughter
is outrageous -- and I want to resume my moments of hilarious-healing). Sharing
this Narrative-Express serves in honor of CharmWeek, World Laughter Day, as well
as Mother’s Day. All of which has amazingly
been adorned within the last 24hrs! Cordially,
I’am wishing my Coaching Storytellers, Lady-Leaders, Litterateurs, Brave-Hearts,
and INTRA² Nation a
glorious CharmWeek 2018! And until
next year – continue to honor your Laughter and Hilarious-Healing. …Speaking of
which…I look-forward to delivering good-news regarding GDC-SoEI’s first CharmWeek
hosted retreat in the DMV area (DC, Maryland, and Virginia).
Cheers!
From the Drawing-Board of your
SEQMEWe2 Coaching-Facilitator
Thea M. Wiggins-Clark, Chair
Greater DC Chapter (GDC-SoEI)
| Society of Emotional Intelligence (SoEI)
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