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 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/
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
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.
P.S. Yes, I know you are stuck in the pond. Just keep swimming.
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/.
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.
Pious, French, fighter
Tried for heresy, retried
Charred beauty to saint
Haiku and photos by a passing observer, Stephanie Abbott. Sculpture, plaque, and piety provided by the grace of others.
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).