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News of The 70273 Project with a side of Jeanne’s Barefoot Heart

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I continue to rest after weeks of travel, and today I began gathering materials needed for a new project I’ll start tomorrow, or the next day, or next month. You know how it goes. This project begins with deconstruction. Perhaps it’s age, perhaps it’s all the historical documentaries I sometimes play in the background as I work, and the motivation(s) don’t really matter. What matters is my commitment to making a serious commitment to creativity. Productive creativity. And presentation ideas for this creative collaboration begin to come around.

Honored to be included here today.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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i’ve been many places
in the past several weeks,

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traveling for many reasons,
all reasons involving other people.

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some folks are quick to divide people
into two groups:
those who like people
and those who don’t like people.
i continue to bump up against
that categorization,
but i no longer spend time and energy
trying to explain that i, too, like people
just in different doses.
defending and explaining is time and energy better devoted
to what my soul must have
as nourishment:
space,
silence,
solitude.

Solitude

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To understand what it feels like to look at Nancy’s art, you can not look at it with a logical mind. My daughter said it best, “It feels free,” and how does one capture freedom? As a flag flapping in the wind? You do that already with these. So I brainstormed and hunted the web looking for images that made my spirit feel free. And instead of taking a picture of the stitching in an organic place, I placed it upon the images that reflected most to me what it makes me feel when I looked at it, the joy and openness…

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Today’s Envoy is my friend Illuminary. The first time I read her writing, I was smitten, absolutely smitten. Then next thing you know, we’re tucking each other in at night with stories about our day or how we wish our day had been or how we hoped tomorrow would be – a ritual that continues to this day. Beyond giving me a sweet, soft place to lay my head every night, let me tell you: this woman is amazing. She gets more done in a minute than I get done in a week. She home schools Little Moon (my special name for her special daughter), makes pottery, sews, quilts, makes dolls, reads the best books, tend a garden, writes, makes brooms, paints, and I don’t know what all. Seems to me there’s nothing this woman can’t do. Simply said, she is an artist – an artist in various creative mediums, an artist at life, and an artist at friendship. And she’s as generous as she is talented. This week found her holding class for the Empty Bowls project, and I know she donates some of her mugs as a fundraiser for an animal shelter. Go visit her blog and be captivated by her writing, by her special way of looking at the world, then visit her etsy shop and let her become your favorite elf. Thank you, MoonGlow, for this beautiful collage and your beautiful words that accompany it. I’ll talk to you later when we tuck ourselves in under the moon that holds you, me, and Nancy, too.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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3 states

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12 hours on the road

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tired

it was a good two weeks, and now we are home.
no unpacking tonight,
that’s what tomorrow is for.

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3 clues to what this drawing makes me think of . . .

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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We spent today on this boat:

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with these people called Mary and Frank Russell:

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Frank worked with Nancy’s dad
and quickly became like a part of the Chambers family.
He knows Nancy,
though he’s not seen her in a while.
I hope that changes one day soon.

It was a day spent leisurely swapping stories, remembering when.
chortling and loving,
relishing being together again
after at least 10 years.

I don’t know when I’ve been so relaxed, so sated.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

a special delivery, homemade birthday card with wings and kisses for my friend Angela

Sugar, today (and everyday, for that matter) (but especially today), I wish you . . .

Wisdom

wisdom

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capriccioso,

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and solitude.

I wish you . . .

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asylum and refuge

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cerulean, zephyrs, and lullabies

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talismans, bibelots, aubades, and amulets of beauty.

I wish you . . .

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tapestries of rhapsodies, epiphanies, and tranquility

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silver linings, caresses, and champagne

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and all the colorful, textured felicity you can stand.

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I wish you sojourns
that as as meaningful as they are memorable
and I send the wishes all
wrapped up in a gossamer bow called love.

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My mother and I spent the day in Fairhope, Alabama

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where the flowers were pink

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where the fountain at the pier was tinged pink
in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness month

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and where a woman named Gladys
(seen here on the bench on the left)
walked the pier,
stopping at each bench
to sit and rest a spell.
“Hello,” I said to her as we walked by,
cause she was cute as a button.
“Hey,” she said, “I like your skirt.
I could just snatch it right off you.”
Oh my goodness, how I do
love sassy women.

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It was a beautiful day.
Oh yes, yes it was.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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This is how my morning started: with a bright spot Out There, waiting for me.

We watched Felix Baumgartner parachute through space. Transported me right back to those early morning space launches. Daddy woke up me and carried me to the sofa where I watched it all on a black and white tv. Today my son, Kipp, texted me to turn on the tv, and I sat on the sofa and watched it unfold, this time in living color.

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Thunderstorms are predicted for tomorrow,
and the clouds are rolling in early in preparation.
It’s quite lovely here, dark clouds or no.

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She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning.

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