It’s Monday morning, and the annoying melody crescendos while Steph struggles to find her phone.
“Where is that frickin’ thing?”
Steph finds the buzzing monster buried deep in the covers by her feet.
She considers her schedule for the day, “Today, I need to workout on the elliptical machine, pack my lunch, pack my son’s lunch, take a shower, brush my teeth, get ready for work, drive to work, call ABC, do XYZ, drive home, fix dinner, clean up, do a load of laundry…”
Pausing, she thought about her plan to write bravely in the Festival of Words, a blogging challenge hosted by busy bunch of people over in Mumbai at Write Tribe.
“Ack! When am I going to find the time to draft the post for Day 4 and follow the prompt to ‘feature a day in your life or someone else’s life?'”
Beheld by their splendor, I sat still, gazing at my treasure. Though not mine to truly possess, each provided me with an innate value and enduring promise. Their inner light danced in the summer sun just to catch my breath. My gale swelled with love for these smokey sapphire and golden-flecked gems. As their eyes met mine, my rich soul beamed back. Family is truly a treasure.
This passage and image were inspired by the prompt, “write about a treasure you have.” I wrote this piece and created this image using my smartphone while riding with my family through the Mohave desert. Copyright 2017 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. #writetribe #writingbravely #festivalofwords #ArtRage
It is nearly midnight, and I am starting to drift to sleep. My mind’s eye sees a desertscape less animated than before. I created this image using the ArtRage app on the wee bitty screen of my phone. No haiku. My mind and eyes are tired.