She draws:

I stitch:

And it’s just too tired out tonight for me to say more.
~~~~~~~~~
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.
+ Her Barefoot Heart

Today’s Envoy, Noel writes:
I tried to think
where in the world I could take you,
in this city of big shoulders
and wide beaches and sparkling lights,

and over and over and over
I recalled my favorite place,

tucked in from the bustle
and the roar of the trains,

where there is time to sit
and breathe

and catch a prayer in your lap.
And where is Noel’s delightful secret spot? The Ann Sather Garden, a little community spot located right under the el tracks in the Uptown/Buena Park neighborhood of Chicago (about two blocks north of Wrigley Field!)
I’ve never met Noel in person, and yet I know her. Does that make sense? She is a woman of integrity, compassion, and crackerjack talent as a writer. Since first our paths crossed online about two-and-a-half years ago, I see her name come across my screen and I smile. Even before I read her words, I smile. Thank you, Noel, for being an Envoy despite all the crazymakings that have invaded your life lately.
~~~~~~~~~
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.

Tonight’s cloth is in the talented and delightful hands of Nora Darling and Luiza Guimaraes. I first met Nora in October 2005 when she, along with her mother, Wendy and her sister, Diane, was in The Twilight Theatre’s inaugural production of Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s Sound of Music. Just had the good fortune to meet Luiza, a foreign exchange student from Brazil, tonight when I dropped by for a late and not-nearly-long-enough-but-is-there-ever-really-enough-time visit with Wendy . . . who happens to be flying to LA tomorrow to be in the audience for Dancing with the Stars. Yes, really.

(Wendy, remember what I told you: create a scene to attract the camera’s attention then wave to me.)
~~~~~~~~~
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.
This is the last drawing in the 5th of 6 journals Nancy filled in June 2012

This is how it looks in stitch,
shown here with the delectables at City Cafe in Fayetteville, GA
where we went after Alison’s show tonight:

And here’s the sweet (and talented) one called Alison,
my daughter/Nancy’s niece,
also standing near the sweets.

It’s been a really sweet weekend so far.
~~~~~~~~~
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.
We work hand-in-hand. Nancy draws:

Then I stitch:

When You Come to Love
by Ann Fisher-Wirth
When you come to love,
bring all you have.
Bring the milk in the jug,
the checked cloth on the table—
the conch that sang the sea
when you were small,
and your moonstone rings,
your dream of wolves,
your woven bracelets.
For the key to love is in the fire’s nest,
and the riddle of love is the hawk’s dropped feather.
Bring every bowl and ewer,
every cup and chalice, jar,
for love will fill them all-
And, dazzled with the day,
fold the sunlight in your sheets,
fold the smell of salt and leaves,
of summer, sweat, and roses,
to shake them out when you need them most,
For love is strong as death.
Tickled to be here today. Thank you, Ashley.
~~~~~~~~~
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.
Here’s what Nancy drew on the 131st sheet of paper:

and the 131st stitching I did on cloth:

I tell you, the more I think,
the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic
than to love people.
~ Vincent van Gogh ~
~~~~~~~~~
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.
She draws:

Then I stitch:

Mix red and blue, you get purple. (This is not a political statement, by the way.) In horticultural circles, purple is called “blue” or “horticultural blue”. In World War II, the Japanese used a secret code called the Purple Code. They didn’t know till after the fact that Allied cryptographers had broken the code. Purple auras represent a love of ritual and ceremony. In the Star Trek universe, Klingons had purple blood. Once upon a time, purple was reserved for royalty. In liturgical terms, purple is the color of Advent, a season of looking forward, of anticipating. In this project, purple represents Nancy’s favorite color.

There’s no purple, that’s true, but driving through these mountains we now call home is like driving through a box of crayons

through a painter’s palette

through a basket of fabric scraps.
~~~~~~~~~
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.



The dahlias waited till the very last minute to get all dressed up and flaunt their beauty.

Such delicate beauty that unfolds

and unfolds
seems a perfect companion to Nancy’s drawing.

The touch of the natural and timely frost
creates a stained and withered look, a natural and timely beauty.

Next year we will plant them in a different place,
a spot that’s easier to get to, perhaps.
We will put them in the ground earlier
and we will get sturdier, taller stakes to support their sizable blooms.
We are learning.
~~~~~~~~~
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.

Once upon a time, I learned hand-built and slab-work pottery from a fun and talented woman named Janet MacGregor Dunn in the cutest free-standing studio that her son built for her in her backyard. Every Monday morning would find us meeting there, closing the door, and slinging and shaping mud (both literally and figuratively). Though I never really got the hang of it, Janet works with the grace and near-nonchalance of a woman who is at one with the clay, a woman who mastered the basics long ago and shoved them aside to go beyond, way beyond. Be sure to poke around her online gallery, see where she’s going next, maybe snag a beauty or two for yourself or others. (Tis the season to be shopping, you know.)
I met Janet eons ago when we worked together on a fundraising event for the American Heart Association. Janet continues to be active in local fundraising events and art shows. She took her Nancy cloth with her to several art shows and asked fellow artists to hold it. They obliged, and I get goosebumps thinking about Nancy’s drawings being in the presence of professional artists (shown here in alphabetical order by first name because that’s the way my computer prefers it) like Janet and . . .

Allen Quandee

Bob McGill

Charles Pickney

Don McWhorter

Gary Curtis

Jesse Duke and Friend

John Martin

June Shellnut

Larry and Pamela Smith

Lynn Mersinger Reader

Marc Villanueva

Mary Lynne Robbins

Matt Bolton

One Ring at a Time

Patrick Henrickson

Paula Lansford

Randy Ayers

Sally Austin

Santoria Monica

The Living Sculpture
A heart Thank you to all you creative people and to you, Janet, for making this happen.

~~~~~~~~~
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.



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.
~~~~~~~~~
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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