It’s Just a Turkey Sandwich

turkey sandwich from Thanksgiving leftovers

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Two weeks ago my hubby came home to tell me about this awesome turkey sandwich he and his dad had for lunch at a new restaurant; how fresh and tasty it was with all the makin’s saying ” You’d love it!”.

That’s it…now  I MUST have my own awesome turkey sandwich experience (but with sprouts)!Since then I’ve been resisting the urge for this awesome turkey sandwich because I’m on a mission to eat healthier via less processed meats, no packaged foods, more fruits and veggies, blah, blah, blah…

To satisfy my craving I made a yummy tuna salad with easy mayo, lots of red onions, black seedless grapes, and pecan bits.  Then I used two romaine lettuce leafs instead of bread, layered each with fresh sprouts and added the tuna salad.  It was delicious!  Yet this lingering NEED to have an awesome turkey sandwich with sprouts just wouldn’t go away!

So…yesterday I stopped into a local deli to get my awesome turkey sandwich.  It was simply multigrain wheat bread, thick shaved turkey breast, sprouts, provolone cheese, easy lettuce and easy mayo.

After parking my truck in a quiet shady area to enjoy my lunch I settled in.  Once the wrapper was removed revealing my very own awesome turkey sandwich I was met with disdain.  I had to take it apart to dismantle the huge bulge of turkey that sat in the middle of each half.  What a pain in the ars;  the sprouts were falling onto my lap , the lettuce sliding around  and mayo smeared on my fingers.  I was determined to have the turkey evenly spread throughout each half so every single bite would be just as tasty as the last one; oh, and it’s definitely easier to eat that way.

I’m sure you can remember a time or two when you ordered your own awesome sandwich and it was delivered to you in disarray; as though the person who made it just didn’t care.  I’m willing to bet they wouldn’t like their turkey sandwich all clumped into one big, messy pile either; certainly they too would “fix” it or complain about it.

Do I really care if the person behind the deli counter “cared” about “my” sandwich?   Kinda.

Could I have made a better turkey sandwich?   Maybe.

Did I enjoy this unkempt awesome turkey sandwich anyway?   You betcha!

Am I grateful that I could enjoy this super fresh and tasty sandwich any time I wished to?   Absolutely!!

Nope…  It was not just another turkey sandwich.

It was this beautiful message that our desires and passions cannot be squelched; they motivate us.  Eventually they find a way to surface and deserve to be nurtured and brought to fruition with care and grace.  It was a reminder that I’m blessed to live in a country where both food and choice  are plentiful; that I am healthy and have the ability to take care of myself.  To be thankful for what I DO have and to keep an open mind and heart while remaining playful in spirit.

Because Thanksgiving Day is upon us I’m doubly reminded of how grateful I am that the needs in my life are met.  I am grateful that I am able to enjoy the simple luxuries of life.  I am grateful for my family and friends and new beginnings.  I am humbled by the challenges life throws my way keeping attitude in check; reminding me of subtle opportunities and to recognize and cherish each one while embracing evolution.

Yep…all while enjoying my unkempt awesome turkey sandwich!

May you feel blessed and may you be grateful today and every day.

I hope you have a truly wonderful Thanksgiving!

~ Life is Abundant ~


Tears of a Child (Set Them Free)

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Saying or thinking the word “children” typically evokes a basic sense of innocence, joy, love and hope. This seems to be an auto-response to the idea of children. Our mind’s eye may even see images of children learning, running, playing and laughing – as it should be.

My active and healthy 85 year old Aunt has passed from a brain aneurism while visiting the United States from Holland. As shocking as it was to lose her so quickly, it was relatively pain free, swift and peaceful for her. If there is any way to go that would be the way. R.I.P Aunt Nel, October 9, 2011

While visiting my late Aunt Nel in the funeral parlor for the second time, I sat quietly in a corner in this big wingback chair. Like a whisper a warm, deep sensation filled the pit of my stomach and rolled into my chest. Tears emerged, my throat swelling, gut anxious, mind racing. A sense of powerlessness swarmed over me and
I sat frozen for a few moments. Literally.

This unexpected sensation would have been overwhelming in recent past; so much so that I would have felt like running and screaming for the hills, arms flailing and all. The associated memory came from an incident at 4 years of age and was not welcome! It was frightening in fact. I had to make a split second decision… do I sit here quietly and pretend this is about my Aunt’s passing or do I gracefully excuse myself to sort this out in private.

I took a brave stance (albeit unannounced) and chose the latter. Making my way outside to the parking lot behind the funeral home, honestly feeling I could remain “invisible” – blending into the long white building with a large semi-private parking lot with only 3 parked cars. I stood against the building leaning on a black painted rail in the shadows. Crying; sobbing, weeping… Funny part is that I’ve not been “invisible” a day in my life because I’ve always been tall for my age, have red hair and freckles… oh, and the funny name that is hard to pronounce and not easily remembered. Anyway, back to the I’m
crying, sobbing, weeping part…

I realized countless thoughts and emotions swirling about. Raw pain, neglect, heartbreak, unanswered
questions, hurt, disgust, sadness, loneliness, shame, powerlessness, anxiety, all the way up to a sense of freedom and then this mellow feeling of joy. It was very awkward – experiencing all of it at what seemed to be the same time rather than within these millisecond “ movie frames” that flurried by. Similar to a never-ending roller coaster ride with plenty of twists taking me so low then so high I’m sure to puke. I didn’t puke.

Earlier I found coffee in their sitting room; poured a cup and grabbed a burgundy napkin. While standing outside “invisible” against this huge white building, in the shadows, crying, sobbing, weeping… I brought the napkin up to my face to wipe my tears. I regained some composure and looked up at the trees, noticed the breeze, heard the birds chirping and then finally took a really long, deep breath. Exhausting I tell you!

Moments later my eyes landed upon this forgotten burgundy cocktail napkin that held my tears. Instantly it hit me, they were the tears of a child. My inner-child. My 4 year old self had burst outward and is now
visible revealing her long lost pain. I guess it never really went away – it was just buried.

I ran my fingers over two distinct tear drops on this napkin, peacefully acknowledging my 4 year old self’s long lost pain, releasing it into the breeze and out of the shadows that she and I had been standing in for 42 years. I forced a smile that actually came naturally once I allowed it. The breeze was refreshing, the birds sang louder, the streets were busier and the sky was bluer. It was amazing.

As hard as this experience was for me I believe it was necessary in order to carry on; as my friend would say “to live life, not survive it”. I have been working very hard over my lifetime to release these imposed, damaging belief systems; to release their related anxieties. They are not dirty little secrets. They are “life”.

As an adult I believe it is my – ourmoral responsibility to break the cycle of abuse – all abuse. We must protect and nurture our children at home and in our schools; everywhere! Speak up for them. We must teach them, in a language that they can understand, about how to protect themselves; how to have confidence in trusting their instincts. Sometimes that means we “fix” ourselves first or at the very least along the way so they can receive the correct messages as we interact with and around them.

A woman once said to me “How would you know, you don’t have any children!” True, I don’t have kids, but I used to be one once. 🙂

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Don’t survive life… LIVE life!

Love is in the air!

Love for Arts

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Today was an OK day except that this month’s hormonal overload did NOT send me an RSVP so I wasn’t prepared for it! It took me a while to realize why I was so sad (OK… depressed and overwhelmed if you must know the truth). PMS can do that to a gal.

As I walked into my front door this evening my dog came trotting over saying in doggie language  “I love you, I’m so happy to see you, Arf” .  My husband was standing in the kitchen smiling and saying in hubby language “I love you, I’m so happy to see you, Smootch”.  Turns out today was a GREAT day!

Show someone  how much they mean to you.     It will make their day a GREAT day!


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