Living Life Thankfully

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.

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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.

#NaBloPoMo18 #Create30 #openheartsurgery #survivor #bleedingheart

©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

What am I called?

Were you teased and called names during your childhood? My childhood was rife with bullies who called me by many names, but rarely by my formal one.

Many names I have heard could have been problematic. But here’s the thing…

People’s problems with me are just that–people’s problems.

I have come to realize that names are simply handles, something for people to hold briefly then let go without much ado.

What am I called? It depends on who you are. Below is a list of names I’ve been called (chronologically and not exclusively):

  • Stephanie
  • Steph
  • Friend
  • Communicator
  • Director
  • Designer
  • Darkhorse
  • Mother
  • Snapperhead
  • Witch
  • Shikseh
  • Lover
  • Street-smart
  • Spirited
  • Hippy
  • Wallflower
  • Lost
  • Denier
  • Jock
  • Enabler
  • Greaser
  • Smartass
  • Wannabe
  • Tweety
  • Bird
  • Sprite
  • Touched
  • Stephleupagus
  • Steffie
  • Steph
  • Stephanie
  • Sister
  • Daughter

Remember the adage: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never harm me.”

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————–©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

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 17. I was inspired by the writing prompt: “What are you called?” courtesy of Angela in the NaBloPoMo Revival group on Facebook. I doodled the image for a previous post, and felt it would complement this one too. See “Heart on my Sleeve” at https://stephabbottsays.com/2011/11/10/heart-on-my-sleeve/

Season’s Greetings, Harold

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.

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“Season’s greetings, Harold” by Steph Abbott.

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?

————–©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

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

Finding Steph

Dear Steph…

I love you. Your vast patience for others who carp tends to get you lost in circles. Continue to swim using your scales to weigh, measure, and cope with the fluidity of life. Lively as you can, resist the urge to eddy in the still waters. Stream through the flotsam and jetsam bobbing for your attention. Focus on the horizon and stroke with the reserved power of your creative soul.

Sincerely,

-Steph

P.S. Yes, I know you are stuck in the pond. Just keep swimming.

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————–©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.

About this post: I am taking part in #NaBloPoMo18 and #Create30. I captured the image of my Aunt B’s koi pond a few years back. I wrote the letter this morning using the prompt: “Write a letter to yourself a year from now. What things are happening right now that you don’t want yourself to forget?” courtesy of Hareem of the NaBloPoMo Revival group. Check out her blog at https://thislahori.mom/.

Ten Simple Lunchtime Activities to Amaze and Annoy in Downtown Las Vegas

  1. Walking outside downtown Las Vegas during the week day
  2. Looking for flowers in the desert
  3. Dodging bees when they buzz past your bright colored shirt
  4. Weaving past purposeful people and tireless tourists
  5. Circling traffic light poles waiting to cross the street
  6. Headbanging on headphones while watching tourists on the Strip
  7. Crossing the street with the lights and in the crosswalk when the traffic is clear
  8. Smiling back at people who look at you funny and laugh
  9. Finding peace of mind at the end of …

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I spotted lots of seeds on lots of palm trees while out walking the other day. Photo by Steph Abbott.

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©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved. I snapped this photo while walking the other day. Today’s post is the first of what I hope to be daily posts during November 2018. Let’s go #NaBloPoMo18! Also, I found inspiration by these two creative prompts:

  1. “Lists help people organize their lives. Write a list of ten things that amaze you” from Mark Bialczak’s Hot Pepper Prompts. See https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/mark-bialczaks-hot-pepper-prompts-2/
  2. “Something Unfinished” from Grayson Queen’s Somethingist Challenge (originally for #Instagram) See https://cheerpeppers.wordpress.com/grayson-queens-somethingist-challenge/

Wait, Before You Go, #WriteBravely

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Cup of Life by Steph Abbott

If we were having coffee, I might recite this haiku…

Wait, before you go
Savor friends and sip of stress
Become family

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© 2017 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved.

I created the image shown above for a post a few years ago. SeeWait, Before You Go.”

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.

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6. Day 7 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 and today’s prompt is: Day 7 (11 Aug/Fri) – ‘If we were having coffee…….’

This is the last day of the festival and writing challenge. I may not post for a while, so in the meantime, heed my words…

Wait, before you go, write bravely.

#TGIF #writebravely #writetribe #festivalofwords

#WriteBravely in Pithy Love Letters to Family

Dear​ ​Mom​ ​and​ ​Dad,
I​ ​love​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​gave​ ​me​ ​everything.​ Every thing I should never ​take​ ​for​ ​granted.​ ​Granted,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​right often.

Dear​ ​Brother​ ​and​ ​Sister.
I​ ​love​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​drove​ ​me​ ​crazy.​ ​Crazy​ ​seems​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​matter​ ​of​ ​perspective.​ ​Perspective​ ​to appreciate you​ ​now.

Dear​ ​Husband,
I​ ​love​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​provide​ ​me​ ​with​ ​home​ ​and​ ​hearth.​ ​Hearth​ ​that​ ​we need to​ stoke ​from​ ​time​ ​to​ ​time.​ ​Time–let’s make​ ​some.

Dear​ ​Son​ ​1,
I​ ​love​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​inspire​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​patient​ ​with​ people.​ ​People who​ ​have​ ​free​ ​will​ ​to​ ​please.​ ​Please​ ​give​ ​us​ ​a chance.

Dear​ ​Son​ ​2,
I​ ​love​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​teach​ ​me​ ​how​ ​to​ ​cope​ ​with​ ​adversity​ ​by using humor.​ Humor will help you to cope with those who don’t.​ ​Don’t​ ​be​ ​a​ ​d*ck.

Sincerely,

-Steph

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6. #writebravely #writetribe #festivalofwords

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Joan of Arc in Haiku

Pious, French, fighter
Tried for heresy, retried
Charred beauty to saint

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Saint Joan of Arc, statue in Las Vegas, Nevada

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Haiku and photos by a passing observer, Stephanie Abbott. Sculpture, plaque, and piety provided by the grace of others.

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Monday, April 17, 2017. Today, I snapped this picture of a painted statue of Saint Joan of Arc that stands in front of the St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church in Las Vegas, Nevada. Lucky for me, today happens to be National Haiku Poetry Day. Tonight, I wrote this haiku in honor of the anniversary of her beautification (April 18, 1909 at Notre Dame de Paris by Pope Pius X).