Family expands and contracts throughout our lives. Some members saunter in as if they returned from running errands; others choose to leave forever without the courtesy of an explanation. Each member infusing life for us to accept, appreciate, and love. To embrace each other regardless of our current circumstances provides a relative rhythm for surviving family.
About this post: I created this sloppy sketch of family using my finger on the glass of my mobile device using ArtRage app while sipping coffee this morning. I am creating something everyday this month. I created “Surviving Family” from a prompt I provided to the NaBloPoMo Revival group for November 23: “Tell me what you want but only focus on what you need.”
Thankfully, my hearth and heart are full. Full of a life dramatically spiced with savory memories and biting privilege, my heart chuffs to awakening and prophetic dreams. Dreams for my family, friends, and those less fortunate to realize, prepare, and savor, are mine to share but ultimately their own to fulfill. Fulfilled for the beat, I am living life with gratitude, thankfully.
About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. This is my post for November 22, which also happens to be celebrated as Thanksgiving Day here in the USA this year. My inspiration today comes from the holiday, my hopes for humanity, and our curious use of language. The doodle is one that I created for a post two years ago. See Heartfelt: https://stephabbottsays.com/2016/11/14/heartfelt.
About this post: I am participating in a challenge to create daily during the month of November. While I have missed a day or two, this is my post for November 18. I was inspired by the writing prompt: “How do you define the word family?” courtesy of Angela in the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook. Several years ago I traced this image from a family photo. Today, I fixed it. My energies have been drained today, so my creation is short and sweet tonight. #NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 #sisters
This is doodle of Harold. He was a marionette. I built him with the ever expanding imagination of a five year old. Though I may have been six at the time (Thanksgiving, 1972-ish). Regardless of my age, I found Harold to be the perfect gift for my mom that Christmas. We didn’t have much, so learned to create my own presents.
Harold was fashioned out of left over bits of purple, brown and yellow felt, pipe cleaners, some glue, a few pieces crazy amount of masking tape, styrofoam balls, bright red carnival feathers, and googly eyes. He looked great, but he still needed to walk. I strung him together with light blue yarn from my mom’s crochet basket and fastened the whole kit and caboodle to a set of cheap chopsticks. (My creation was inspired by my favorite book, Harold and the Purple crayon, a rare evening of take out dinner, and a recent showing of the timeless movie, The Sound of Music.)
Harold was one of my favorite things that year. He brought me joy, and I believed my mom would delight from my unique creation. Seriously, who want to take a break from a long day to break out in joyful song and dance about the house with a brightly colored bird and their child?
About this post: I created this sloppy sketch of Harold using my finger on the glass of my mobile phone while half asleep last night. So, I truly appreciate your creative imagination. I was inspired to doodle and write from this prompt: “What was the ONE holiday gift that shaped your life or at least a few years to follow. The memory of a fantastic one and the story it spun.” #NaBloPoMo #Create30
——————— About this post: I am creating something almost every day, this month. I created this image, “Blooming Bouquet,” using the app Silk Paints on my phone while nearly barely awake tonight. Last night marked the first time I doodled with this particular app. Lame, I know. I could have told the amazing story of the first time when I doodled…. ;0
Day 15 prompt: Write about the first time. First kiss, first born, first job… you get it. #NaBloPoMo18
About: This is my entry for day #3 for #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I doodled this image “Clawing Hope” (#daddyissues) using ArtRage this afternoon, then I wrote the (overly) emotional post using two prompts:
“What are you hanging on to? A belief? A person? A situation? Your past?” a prompt courtesy of DaniJane of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. Check out her blog at https://danijaneblog.wordpress.com/.
Today, I am reblogging content I created years ago, because I am sick and tired. Seriously, I am not feeling well, and it is getting late. I have to get up early tomorrow for work. And, I doubt my readers will notice the redundancy. I appreciate your understanding.