+ Her Barefoot Heart

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

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Never one to waste so much as a sapling, Nancy started on the cover of this tablet:

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I thought it would be nice to get Nancy’s art out into the world, so I’m asking people to hold the cloth version every ‘n then. Today’s stitching is held by my friend Lori Grillo. I met Lori through the Twilight Theatre. My daughter, Alison founded the theatre in October 2007, and I quickly became the Managing Director. Lori and her entire family were in a summer stock production, and like so many other people, they were hooked. Every single one of them. Both daughters, her husband Bob, and Lori. For the past several years, Lori has been Twilight’s Production Manager, and let me tell you, she is amazing. And we couldn’t do it without her. She thinks, she plans, she laughs, she cries, she tends to all sorts of details that far too often go unnoticed but never unappreciated, she performs, and she always cheers for Twilight. In her life outside of Twilight, she works for College Options Foundation, and she preserves personal and family histories in scrapbooks. For these reasons and for so many other good reasons, I love her.

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p.s. I know, I’m all over the place with the numbers. It’s a long story. Let’s just call it Jeanne Learns That There Is No Such Thing As Perfect, shall we?

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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 and read your way current.

43

Why, yes we are skipping around because we are traveling,
and I somehow managed to leave my stitching bag behind.
I did, however, manage to bring several panels
starting with #43,
so we’re improvising our way through the next few days
and I will get us back on track
when I am back up on top of the mountain.


Whether they’re in numerical order or not, she draws:

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And I stitch:

43a

Today, we are in Florida visiting Nancy,
taking her to ride in our rented convertible,
because let me tell you:
this girl LOVES to ride in a convertible.

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Here’s our artist in action (hint: you might want to hit the mute button).

She filled another 3 notebooks today,
so I guess we all know what I’ll be doing
for the rest of my life.

43b

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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 and read your way current.

32

Her 32nd drawing:

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My 32nd cloth:

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I see her initials (NC)
and an ear.
How ’bout you?
What do you see?

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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 and read your way current.

31

She draws:

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I stitch:

31

39 years ago today
I married Nancy’s brother, Andy.
(which just goes to prove
that I’m much smarter than I look).

Nancy was 14 years old then.
Isn’t she adorable?

NancyOn31Jul1973

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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 and read your way current.

What 39 Years of Togetherness Looks Like

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Our togetherness is the same.
Our togetherness is different.

We’ve done things that were unbelievably fun. We’ve done things that were unbelievably sad . . . and we’ve held hands through it all.

We’ve done things together, we’ve done things solo, and we make it a point to never run off and outgrown one another.

See how he swooped me off my feet and carried me out of the church? That’s because I’d been hit by a car while crossing the street about six weeks before the wedding. The cast came off less than a week before we said “I will. I surely will,” and I was still on crutches. I didn’t know he was going to do that, but I’m sure glad he did cause if he hadn’t, we’d still be making our way out.

He still crunches ice (something that drives me up the wall), but I just put a finger in the ear closest to him and wonder to myself how one little ole bitty piece of ice can possibly pack that much crunch time. And what do I do that drives him crazy? Not a damn thing. I can’t believe you asked.

I help him clean up when he drops or spills something (even though I sometimes roll my eyes on the inside). He cheers when I get another diploma (even though he thinks the money could’ve been better invested) cause we have this unspoken agreement that each one of us is about as perfect as we can stand and not a drop more, so we cut each other some slack and call it endearing quirkiness.

I ride with him to Lowe’s, he drives me to the fabric store just so we can be together.

Now that I’m seriously writing my book and he’s home 24/7, he’s taken over most of the cooking and grocery shopping, something I’ve always despised doing and he has never really minded.

We recently bought a boat that takes us around the lake twice in less than half the time we used to spend making one lap around in the pontoon boat. We wanted sport and speed this time because we’re much younger now.

I may be a bit more vocal and he may take a few more meds, but we still laugh and hug and hold hands and kiss. We still ask each other questions and listen to the answers. We tell each other what intrigues us, what tickles us, what puzzles us. We overlook the bad and point out the good. We ask each other for help, though sometimes we don’t wait for the asking to step in and assist.

Mostly, though, we laugh. We laugh a lot. We laugh at each other (eventually), and we laugh at ourselves. We laugh when things take a funny bounce, we laugh when things are easy peasy. Life is funny, and we feast on that.

By now, we’ve known each other 39 years instead of the scant 62 days we knew each other before we became engaged, and the feelings that first connected us remain intact – wizened and weathered, perhaps, but enduring despite it all.

He continues to say that I was the best he could do with the car he was driving at the time. And I still say he was the best I could do with the boobs I had at the time.

to be continued . . .

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She draws:

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I stitch:

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You might’ve noticed a difference in size. The first 27 drawings were done in what was left of my small, pocketbook-sized (1/4 of a sheet of letter-size paper) journal and the promotional notepad I swiped from beside the telephone (a wee bit larger than my pocketbook journal). Nancy went through those 27 sheets of paper fairly quickly, so Angela forked over the blank pages left in her journal, which happens to be 5.5 x 8.5, or the same as 1/2 a sheet of letter-size paper. I am trying to remain as true as possible to the originals. Angela had 14 blank pages in her journal, then we move to the full-size composition books, 8.5 x 11.

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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 and read your way current.

embodiment

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do it just for today
then tomorrow
then the next day
and the next.
do it for as long as it takes
till you no longer
need a sticky note
to remind you:

be the character you want to play.
be the apology you want to say.
be the song you want to sing.
be the partner you want to love.
be the verb you want to enjoy.
be the dance you want to do.
be the walk you want to take.
be the letter you want to write.
be the altar you want to create.
be the ink you want to spill.
be the tree you want to hug.
be the friend you want to have.
be the life you’ve always imagined.

29 (and a review)

First, she draws:

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Then I stitch:

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I’ve decided to post a week’s worth every Sunday,
so we can see them side by side.

Week One, 1-7:

1 7bRes

Week Two, 8-14:

8 14aRes

Week Three, 15-21:

15 21bRes

Week Four, 22-28:

22 28bRes

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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 and read your way current.

28

First, she draws:

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Then I stitch:

28a

28b

This project is
changing me in ways
that are beyond the realm of words.
Today as I prepared to
snap a photo
of #28 on a boulder beside
the waterfall at our front door:
magic.


Awe is a sign
of allowing ourselves
to be touched by beauty’s
transcendent quality.
Wonder connects us to
a childlike openness,
to the world’s possibilities.

(Sorry I can’t remember who said this.
I wish it had been me,
but it wasn’t.)

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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 and read your way current.

27

first, she draws:

NancyFriday027

then i stitch:

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Soul receives from soul that knowledge,
therefore not by book
nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries
come after emptiness of mind,
that is illumination of heart.
~ Rumi

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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 and read your way current.

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