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Thankvember – Thankvember Thirtieth – Thankvember Thirtieth


Perhaps, it seems a little odd to be thanking Thankvember….


But, maybe it was odd that I even attempted this blog hop, in a month where I was also doing the ROW80 and NaNoWriMo challenges, and in which I have the children’s homeschooling reports to compile and submit. undertook this challenge, along with the other large projects I was already involved in, because I feel that gratitude is always important, and makes my life richer and more joyful.

So, although I struggled to complete all the posts before midnight on the 30th,(as I type this into my word processing program, my clock reads 11:00 PM, and it is now November 30th), and I have not managed to get all of my posts in daily, but, far more often, in bits and batches, I have not regretted the extra challenge.

I’ve been afforded a reason to consider and list some things I am grateful for, and to share them with you.

Things have been a bit too hectic, writing-wise, to allow me to visit other Thankvember bloggers this month…but I will be visiting, as soon as the reports have been submitted. 

I’m looking forward to that – to reading what others are thankful for!

And that gives me something else to be grateful for!



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Victorian Street Walk – Thankvember Twenty-Ninth

On Thankvember Twenty-Ninth, the children and I enjoyed the Saratoga  Springs Victorian Street Walk.  We began our adventure with a trolley shuttle ride, and a bit of silliness outside  Ben and Jerry’s.

Since these pictures are so evocative of the experience, I will let them do most of the talking, and simply saying that we are all grateful for the Victorian Street Walk, Saratoga being only a short drive from us, beautiful window displays, costumed strollers, musicians, many dogs, reindeer, lights, kettle corn, and a very pleasant late November night perfect for strolling…

The children and some window scenes…

Dancing in the street, and enjoying some official strollers, and architecture, even if something went funky with the camera, and the lights came out streaky!

A giant metal pig, lovely jewelry, and a joyful evergreen display.

Traditional Spanish treats, carolers, kettle corn in the making, and more storefronts.

Jeremiah, Annalise, and two anonymous reindeer.

Rocking horse and more architecture, evergreen tree, kettle corn kids, Sorrow for the closed-forever Borders, and the traditional Saratoga Peppermint Pig.

Wreaths and boughs, a cute cupcake, more windows, more impressive architecture.

More funky lights and the full moon, and a lovely Asian arch.

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Spock – Thankvember Twenty-Eighth
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Oh, yes – I said Spock. I could say that it’s the logical thing to do at the time, paying grateful tribute to my favorite half-Vulcan, fictional though he may be.

For anyone who knows me at all well, this won’t be very surprising. For those who’ve read at my blogs for the last several years, the following excerpt will perhaps be familiar, as it was first published at The Unfettered Life.

~~ At 13, I discovered Star Trek. Well, really, I discovered Spock. Fell in love with him, with the idea of a character so complex and conflicted, who was also brilliant, fierce, logical, and capable of huge deviations from that logic. And who was still somehow whole. I had to learn all I could about him, then write more stories for him…I’ve been doing that ever since.

Spock gave me an anchor, and a direction. That type of calm was unknown in my life, before him. I know he’s a fictional character, but he was believable in both his Vulcanity and his humanity. He gave me hope that there could be calm and peace in my life, too, no matter that I was sometimes furious. 

For the outcast teen I was, so different in so many ways from my peers, he was a friend, a confidant, and a guide to lead me into the type of adult world that didn’t interest my parents.

Now, at the age of 40, I hear a familiar, calming voice on a BMW ad, and it leads me to ponder where I might be now if I’d never heard that voice, never known that character who brought so much solace to difficult years in my life, and has remained to intrigue and inspire me further…

Someday, neither Leonard Nimoy or I will be alive anymore. I am grateful that at least part of our living overlapped, so I could have a voice in my life that led me to places and thoughts I might not have known, else…

Wherever you are, on this last night of 2009, Leonard, I quietly lift a hand in salute, and say, simply, “Live long, and prosper.” ~~
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And, because I love Spock so much, I wrote about him again, here at shanjeniah, this time… 

~~This post was written forThe Lightning and the Lightning Bug‘s  Flicker of Inspiration Blog Hop.

I had seen him around a few times, ever since I was maybe 7 or so, and I knew his voice, in other contexts. He was like a neighbor whose face, car, and house I recognized, but about whom I knew nothing of consequence.

Except that that voice could draw me from anywhere, when I heard it, and it spoke things I couldn’t yet understand to my wounded soul.

Until I was 13, and my best friend, after much attempted persuasion, pressed a book into my hand and said, “Just read the first story, before you refuse to read more.”  I had a long tradition of fiercely resisting things she was certain I would enjoy.

The story was “Spock’s Brain“, the James Blish novelization of the original Star Trek episode.

I read it, and I was hooked. Deeply and passionately in love with with a fictional half-Vulcan who managed, even with his brain severed from his body, to solve the problem of (however improbably), getting it back where it belonged.

I have never gotten over that passion. I love Spock, and I always will.

The relationship, however one-sided it may be, has grown with me, and the teenage lust has given way to a deep and abiding – well, I guess the appropriate word would be fascination.

Because of Spock, I learned that I could be smart and still be fallible. I could have integrity of self. I could live according to my internal compass rather than rely on external factors to define my life for me. I learned that I could sacrifice myself for the greater good – and that I could hope that, on occasion, others might think my well-being was the greater good, even when logic didn’t agree.

I learned that one can be stronger, but does not need to use their strength to bully or force others. I began to see that sometimes there is a gift in silence, and in the subtle shifts of expression.

It was from Spock that I first learned that there was a possibility of mastering my emotions, or at least of not being so utterly ruled by them as everyone around me seemed to be. In time, I became able to step back within myself, breathe, and attend to my  feeling more of the time, allowing  me to take necessary or desired action with less reactivity, at least most of the time.

I learned that while there are things worth killing and dying for, and a time when only force can act as defense, striving for understanding and compassion  generally avoids coming to such dire straits.

I learned that passion is uncontrollable, sometimes, and must simply be given in to, and allowed to run its natural course.

I learned that there are always possibilities, and most of the trick in seeing them is recognizing that fact.

I cut my writing teeth on Spock, creating terrible plots and merrily defiling characters, logic, and even possibility, all in an erotic quest for my Vulcan, and largely conducted in high school classrooms, or on the bed in my unhappily shared bedroom –  a vital escape that kept my mind from stultifying, and disengaged me from at least some potential sibling conflict.

I know that fan fiction is frowned upon in serious circles –

And yet I know that a rich and vital world has sprung up in my life over the nearly 3 decades I have shared with Spock, and I know that, without him, I would not have this remarkable world for my subconscious to play in.

I would not be leading the life that I am, because Spock showed me the way to courage.  I would not have the husband I have, because it was Spock who first showed me how to risk taking a flying leap off the deep end of logic, when that was needed.

I would not write as well as I do, for it was in reading back and seeing how badly I had corrupted the character I love more than any other, that I began to learn to never force my stories to comply to my ideas, but rather to be a faithful observer and narrator of those stories, without interfering in them.

There are always possibilities.

And, with Spock tucked firmly and logically into my soul, I will continue to find them, and live them.~~
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations, indeed…


Even with all of this, I am sure I’m nowhere near finished writing about Spock – factually, or fictionally.

Today, though, I just want to pay quite logical Thankvember tribute to a truly fascinating character, who has become something far more – and not only in my life.

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Challenges – Thankvember Twenty-Seventh
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When was the last time you truly challenged yourself?

If it’s been a while, what are you waiting for?

It seems to me that I have always thrived on challenges – just not the challenges others set for me.

I’ve always been the type of person who preferred blazing my own trail (or, more often, simply leaving the trail to wander around in the wild places, looking and listening). When others impose their expectations and demands upon me, I tend to settle into an almost rock-like immovability.

I spent all of my childhood, and a good deal of my adulthood, trying to camouflage my inner tendency toward passive resistance, all the while finding my own subversive ways of setting challenges for myself that I truly felt inspired by.

When I was six and seven, I had personal breath-holding challenges in the bathtub, by submerging my head for as long as I was able. I never told my parents I was doing this; it was a way, quite simply, to challenge myself privately, without anyone else claiming any part of my private, victories and defeats.

When I was ten, a friend and I spent nearly all of our fifth grade year drawing horse pictures – a passionate, two-person challenge that evolved into other drawing for us both, and lasted, on and off, through high school.

At thirteen, the same friend introduced me to Star Trek, and, soon, we were creating mock consoles. This led to “graffiti boards”, and then to short story segments that we exchanged and played with.

In time, those story snippets became full fledged tales – what we did not yet know was fan fiction. We kept several going at once , sometimes filling entire notebooks with our side of the story, and mucking about in each other’s plots in a reflection of the power struggle that existed in our relationship at that time.

We generally wrote throughout the day – school was not often intellectually challenging; and, even when it was, it was seldom the type of challenge I preferred for myself. Of course, teachers were not inclined to consider this a good idea – many of them required note-taking, and nearly all wanted students at least to present the image of paying attention, and students who could answer questions and pass tests despite being clearly otherwise occupied were often seen as an affront, if not an outright violation.

In order to forestall problems, we each developed a code alphabet, so that our stories could not be easily translated. Even when our notebooks were examined, our words were unreadable.

Now, though, I am an adult long since, and I have, through deep and numerous personal challenges, come to a space where I claim my life and the right to set my own challenges – challenges that reflect who I have been, who I am in this moment, and who and what it is that I aspire to become.

I began these posts with an expression of appreciation for A Round of Words in 80 Days, but, although that has been my most intensive challenge during the last year, it hasn’t been the only one.

It’s been a challenging year – and I mean that in the best of ways, mostly. Aside from Jim’s serious motorcycle accident, most of my challenges are ones I chose: growing and deepening, on many levels, for myself, and honoring my deepest passion – writing.

As part of the framework for my four ROW rounds, I have undertaken several other larger, “official” writing challenges, which I am going to list below, so that I can spend a moment basking in the glow of my bravery and daring:

I have also embarked upon several smaller challenges which intrigued me:
Challenging myself in another way, Montana, 2000. Photo by Jim Burton.

What truly matters, to me, is the striving – the deciding to give my energy to projects that was not required in any way, and then to plan and move forward, always assessing whether the energy and striving are truly serving me in living in accordance with my own purpose.

As I was finishing this article, I validated my NaNo 2012 draft and was proclaimed a winner – but even that is not the point.

What truly matters is the process of creation, and the 56,000 word first draft that has fired my imagination, fueled my growth, and delighted my passions.

That’s always the case, for me.  Simply undertaking a challenge for no other reason than that I wanted to always brings inner riches, rewards, and learning.

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Self -Awareness – Thankvember Twenty-Sixth

Self -Awareness – Thankvember Twenty-Sixth

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Today, I would like to share another poem that I wrote for the OctPoWriMo 2012 Challenge.

Unfettered Wordplay (Etheree)


Just me


Unwatched unbound

My life a secret

I swim within my depths

In limitless skies I soar

Queen of my infinite spaces

I hold universes beyond count

I embrace the firefly spark of dreaming

I give myself to all of who I Am

I contain both sacred and sordid

Blending shading creating me

With each breath and each heartbeat

Memory emotion

My laughter and tears

Smiles and screams

All me


Me and my Moblle Muse dollanganger. Doll and photo by Robyn Coburn, August 2012.

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Joyous Busyness – Thankvember NaNoROW, 11/28/12


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It’s been a productive few days, here, on many levels. Jim spent most of his Monday and Tuesday taking care of seasonal errands. The children both fell in love with my new Kindle Fire HD, and decided that they would like their own as Christmas gifts this year. Jim and I worked the budget, and realized that we could manage it. So we ordered them with the understanding that this was our Christmas budget, so there will be stockings and no big presents on Christmas Day – Jeremiah has asked for a big bag of barbecue chips (his favorite), and five dollars. Annalise has mentioned Littlest Pet Shops and Zhu Zhu Pets – and there will of course be treats of assorted varieties!

I have been writing – mostly the reports, which are due this weekend. I’ve been sneaking in bits and pieces of my NaNo WIP , and a little of my Thankvember Blog Hop posting. That will become a higher priority during the current session, since the blog hop ends on Friday, and I am currently three days behind.

In other news, Achoo the kitten is getting big and strong. Her tiny baby mew is maturing into an actual meow, and she is very interested in connecting with Srindi and Squeak.

Speaking of the bigger girls, they are adjusting. A little more than a week after their arrival, both are easing into the flow of life at our house.

Srindi, Miah’s kitten, seems to like smaller, enclosed spaces, and observing the sights and sounds around her. She has staked a claim to my office, and is gradually exploring it. During the day, she tends to stay behind or under something at the edges of the room, but, once things quiet, she moves out into the open. Yesterday, for the first time, we spotted her on the table where Achoo eats, and also lying, alert yet relaxed, on my office chair. She has let Jeremiah touch her a few times, and likes to be talked softly to. She’s a bit uncertain about Achoo, but is getting used to her.

Squeak, Annalise’s kitten, is more of an adventurer. She likes larger areas to hide beneath, and moves more frequently – first, under our bed; then under the family room couch; and, the last day or two, under the kitchen counters. She and Achoo have struck up a close friendship, but she hasn’t yet allowed any of us to touch her. She seems to have recovered fully from her spaying, and has explored the kitchen, family room, and bedrooms, thus far.

Both of the bigger girls use litter boxes, and Achoo had chosen a cleaning rag forgotten in a corner. She’s now getting the hang of the box.

I’m not sure that Srindi and Squeak know yet that their sister is here, as they have been mostly in separate rooms. We are all looking forward to their eventual and hopefully happy reunion.

All signs say that we will eventually have three cats who get along well with each other, and are at ease living with us. =D


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First, a few New Things, as the November Challenges wind down…

I’ve attained one of my Big Five for November. Two more are well underway. The last two are ongoing, and I am current with them.

That means a little room is clearing up in my mind and my writing flow, and so, I am adding a few small secondary projects to the list, to fill in the gaps that will be appearing as other things are finished or humming along nicely.

Resume using Twitter for reading, commenting, posting, and connecting.

  • Twitter is becoming more naturally a part of my life. I am especially enjoying reading articles, and connecting in a more concise way.
  • I’ve gone through my “Who to Follow” list, where I found some friends, and let intuition and curiosity lead me to new following adventures.

Catch up with comments on shanjeniah.

  • I have answered all current questions, and have attained this goal.
  • I’ve resumed my pattern of answering comments on Mondays and Thursdays.

 Modified #ROW80 / #NaNoWriMo Projects November 1-30, 2012

 I have completed theNaNoWriMo Challenge . I’m focusing on the homeschool reports, and interspersing smaller projects – “hometending” in my writing spaces, both physical and virtual, so that I can ring in 2013 fresh and ready for new and continuing writing adventures.

I am serving as a  ROW80 sponsor for this round.

  • I visited on my established Monday/Thursday schedule.


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I will be participating in NaNoWriMo throughout November, writing at least 50,000 words of another novel in my TruebornWeft series, Sima Garo Provides.

  • I tend to get quite solitary when I am noveling. I intend, this time, to visit my buddies at least a few times each during the round, and to visit the NaNoWriMo 2012 Facebook Page at least once a day, as well as the #NaNoWriMo folks over atTwitter.
  • I’ve checked in at the Facebook page, offering congratulations, support, and cheering.
  • I’ve visited with folks over at #nanowrimo for cheering, kudos and community.
  • I am beginning to read the other interviews at My Write Spot (mine went up on the 16th).
  • This goal is being set aside until December, or until I clear the November projects.
  • I will be posting updates here, and likely also on my shanjeniah’s Trueborn blog.
  • I didn’t get that much writing done on this project this session, as I have been focused on the quarterly reports for the children.
  • This session’s excerpt:
  • A very short excerpt, this time…
  • Sima Garo Provides – Chapter Ten, Scene 3 (in progress)
  • And, of course, I will be writing a novel this month…or 50,000 words of one, anyway! =)
  • My current word count is: 55,361. My goal is to finish the month with 56,000 words or more. Getting closer! =D


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Fitness Goals – I will focus on eating before I am hungry (and getting protein and magnesium into every other time I eat). I will be active enough that I can always feel my body and muscles. I will add more fruits and vegetables to my diet, and be more attentive to how much water I am drinking.

  • I will be recording my progress here, along with my energy levels for that Sunday – Tuesday or Wednesday – Saturday period.
  • Sunday- Monday are still at Slack Tide, with hints of an approaching High Tide.
  • I continued with moderate to mellow hometending, and a bit of organization.
  • I’ve done a bit of abs work, and a little dancing.
  • I have been following a more intuitive and natural approach to eating and drinking, and allowing myself to feel my body’s wishes.
  • Continuing with conscious eating, and doing a little better with attending to my water intake.
  • We are continuing, as a family, to add more whole ingredients to our shopping lists.
  • I am eating more foods in a state closer to their natural one, and that feels good!


Annalise’s independent magnetic pattern block art – 2010, at age 6.

Moving ahead with the Reporting Pages projects for both children..

  • These are non-negotiable and due on December 1, 2012.
  • I actually have a little extra time with these….they are due on Saturday, but there will be no one in the office to accept them until Monday morning, so, if needed, I will use that little bit of time as an unofficial “grace period”.
  • I will be making these a primary focus in this and coming sessions, until complete, edited, linked, submitted, and posted. I would like to clear this obligation from my mental clutter list – and the sooner, the better!! =D
  • I am moving forward into the endgame of this project.
  • I will report my progress here with each update.
  • I completed Annalise’s Visual Arts and Music sections, and am currently writing her Foreign Language Arts section.
  • I completedJeremiah’s United States History andPatriotism and Citizenship sections, and am currently writing hisGeography section.


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I am participating in the Thankvember Blog Hop.

I will be scheduling them ahead where and when I can. When I can’t, I will do them at some point throughout the day.

  • I’ve been focused on the quarterly reports, and completed only one post for this session:
  • Laughter – Thankvember Twenty- Fifth
  • Posts for Thankvember Twenty-Sixth and -Seventh are in varying stages of creation, and I have tentative ideas to carry me through the rest o the month.
  • I am still hoping to complete all these posts before midnight on the 30th, so they will be my secondary focus between now and then – just behind the reports.

My overarching goal for this round remains: To Honor Myself– my rhythms, energy, needs, truth, dreams, desires, and emotions.

After I post this report, it’s back to some fairly intensive writing for me, as I wrap up my November goals.

At the next update, I will have a few new goals, as I transition back to my pre-November projects until completed, or the end of the round arrives.

I also have an idea for December, but I will keep that to myself, just for now….

May your days be bright and busy with joyous creation!

Me, on the Atlantic Coast in York, Maine, September, 2007. Photo by Eden Mabee.

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Laughter – Thankvember Twenty-Fifth

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Laughter – Thankvember Twenty-Fifth

Today, I am paying tribute to our family’s secret superpower – laughter!

Laughter has been much on my mind, these last weeks, and, since I’ve written two pretty nifty poems about it recently, I am going to repost them as today’s gratitude.

May you enjoy, chortle, chuckle, giggle, titter….

Last Night, We Laughed

Last night, we laughed,

Annalise and I, together.

She is 8, and I am 43

And yet we were bound

In that just-right moment

By the sheer hilarity

Of the mental image

Of unicorns…






Annalise as a pink unicorn rider!

And, on a slightly more serious note….



Tonight, I am home alone.

With the television – music and inane advertising,

The pleasant and the irksome, in turns.

The rattlehum of the heater bouncing gently

Up and down the hall.

Predictably warm, and comforting on a chill night.

The rattling ting of the dog’s tags as he moves

The guinea pigs’ deep purrs and high squeaks.

Remind me that this solitude includes them.

The slliiissshhhthump of hot water

hitting a plastic milk jug, and the

so-soft pip-pop of newly born bubbles.

The slightly discordant symphony of

Our motley collection of dishes

clank tinkle sliding into order again.

And, woven through and all around,

The memory echoes of the music

That most defines my life.

It is the music of laughter,

Of giggles, and squeals, and sometimes snorts

Bubbling, exploding, surprising.

It runs through our lives and our souls

Like a flowing river, alive, mutable

Its song burbling mirth.

It is our nourishment and sustenance

The force that connects us one to the rest.

Our not-so-secret superpower.

Jeremiah and I share a laugh after a swim in the lake.

I hope I gave you a chuckle, a guffaw, a snort, or a snicker –


Or maybe all of them, and more!

Laughter, I love you! Thanks for the laughs!

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