+ Her Barefoot Heart

Category: Jeanne’s Barefoot Heart (Page 56 of 99)

Jeanne’s personal creative pursuits of stories stitched, written, and spoken

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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:

Angela1

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.

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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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she draws:

NancyFriday026

i stitch:

26b

What we make,
why it is made,
how we draw a dog,
who it is we are drawn to,
why we cannot forget.
Everything is a collage,
even genetics.
There is the hidden presence
of others in us,
even those we have known briefly.
We contain them
for the rest of our lives,
at every border we cross.

~ Michael Ondaatje

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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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she draws:

NancyFriday025

i stitch:

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Art is a language,
instrument of knowledge,
instrument of communication.
~ Jean Dubuffet

Nancy made one pen stroke in this drawing.

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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.

it’s simple, really

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when i say yes, please
or no, thank you
or even just yes or no . . .

when i speak without pre-qualifying
or apologizing for what i’m about to say . . .

when i lay down the need to defend
what i know to be True . . .

when i simply show up and live
my one wild and precious life,
the life that has my name
and nobody else’s name
on it . . .

when i create “just because”,
without worrying a single wrinkle
about the ability gang:
marketability
sustainability
credibility
or if it’s a good use of my time or not . . .

when i live as though living is the only thing that matters . . .

that’s when i know glee
that’s when i know ease
that’s when i know play
that’s when i know free
that’s when i know full.

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inspired by today’s skypeversation with my friend and writing partner, julie daley
whose birthday is tomorrow, 7/26.
all together now: happy birthday to you . . .

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She draws (using a single pen stroke):

NancyFriday024

I stitch:

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Art is a language,
instrument of knowledge,
instrument of communication.
~~ Jean Dubuffet ~~

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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.

Of Martyrs and Moochers

Jeannepop

I’m over at Bridget Pilloud’s place today, pondering prosperity and wondering why it is that you can’t loan family money or help in other way, for that matter. I mean, really. Just seems to me that with all the people in need, I’d prefer to help my family first. But is that possible? And when does helping turn the corner and become something else, something decidedly and glaringly NOT helpful?

It’s easy enough for me to wag a finger and answer these questions from what THEY ought to do or what they ought not to do, but this time I stood in front of the mirror and looked in my own eyes when I asked some hard questions.

Maybe you’d like to drop by and say hey? I’ll leave the light on.

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