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23 // 52 // Lillia
23 // 52 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: Well, it’s that time of year again — days and days of rehearsals for your big dance performance, followed by a weekend of pretty much living at the theatre. But, you know what? After watching you do this for the past four years, I can tell that this year you are really, really enjoying it (even the long days). I remember the first year that you participated in the performance — you were in first grade — you barely made it through the weekend! There were a lot of tears, and I’m pretty sure you never wanted to have anything to do with dancing again. This year I pretty much just dropped you off at the door and you spent the weekend socializing with all of the friends you’ve made at the studio. I would never let you see it, but I always get a little teary-eyed when I see you performing. Every year you seem so much older and so much more self-possessed. And, you are a beautiful dancer.

Zane: This week you haven’t been quite yourself. You don’t seem to have a full-blown illness, but you are definitely a little slower than usual (which just means I have a few more seconds to catch my breath). We have done a lot of work in the garden this week, and we finally planted the pumpkin seeds that your grandfather gave us for Christmas. I’m hoping that they will sprout soon, though the weather has been all over the place so it may take a few more days. You are very proud of your radishes, though they never made it to their full size because you just had to pick them once you could see that bright pink peeking through the soil. You have been giving radishes to everyone who passes by — you even gave one to the mailman and he ate it right then and there, which made you so happy. I’m glad to have a little buddy to share with me the joys (and sometimes sorrows) of gardening.

22 // 52

22 // 15 // Lillia
22 // 15 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: This week your class participated in a graduation ceremony for your completion of the D.A.R.E. program (Drug and Alcohol Resistance Education). Out of all of the students in your grade, you and one other child were selected to read your final essays in front of all of your classmates and their parents at the graduation ceremony! You wrote a fantastic essay, and many people came up to me after the ceremony and told me what an amazing writer you are. You received a little gold pin, too, which you are holding in this picture. Your dad and I are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished this year.

Zane: This week you attended a birthday for your Uncle Caleb at his house. You were so excited because Uncle Caleb & Aunt Becca’s nephew Tanner was there. He is a little baby that is only six months old. You could not get enough of him! You counted all of his toes (correctly, I might add), and you even got to hold him on your lap, with my help. You were a little dismayed when he spit up on your leg, but that incident didn’t seem to diminish even slightly your opinion of Tanner, or babies in general. Later in the day you looked at your pants and exclaimed, “Hey, the baby barf is all gone!” I hope that someday you are blessed with lots and lots of little babies of your own (hint, hint) because I think you are going to be an incredibly nurturing, loving dad.

21 // 52

21 // 52 // Lillia
21 // 52 // Zane

“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”

Lillia: This week was a particular good one for you. After all of your hard work campaigning for a spot on the Student Council at school next year, you were rewarded with a win! Next year you will be the school’s one and only Member at Large. When you came home from school after learning the results of the election, you had a huge grin on your face — ear to ear — and you were jumping up and down with excitement. You felt a little sorry for the child that you were running against, but you said that she gave you a hug and gave you a slip of paper that said “Congratulations!” on it. That little girl (your competitor) should certainly receive accolades for her graciousness and sportsmanship, and I hope that she finds success in another endeavor, as she clearly deserves it. This week you also found out that you scored very, very well on the reading portion of your school’s end of year testing. I’m so thankful for these gifts that you possess, and I hope they will always serve you well as your go through the years of your life.

Zane: This week was turtle week! Because we live so close to the Mill Pond, every spring we have lots of turtles that climb up the bank to lay eggs in our neighborhood. I can’t imagine why they would choose such a place, except that it must be safer than down by the pond. One morning there was a giant snapping turtle mama walking slowly up and down the road and on our lawn (and even up our front steps!). You said, “I have a good name for that snapping turtle: Zane! Because he has a great day just like me!” That was very cute and it made me smile. Unfortunately, the big snapping turtle seemed to be having a hard time deciding where to lay her eggs, and I was worried that she might get hit by a car if she stayed in the road too long. So, I said, “Turtle, just pick a spot!” to which you replied, “You have to call him Zane! Zane, pick a spot!” Oh my goodness, Zane (the boy, not the turtle) — you do keep me in stitches!

artist // heather sleightholm

I recently discovered the work of artist Heather Sleightholm, otherwise known by her blog and shop name “Audrey Eclectic.” I was immediately captivated by Heather’s folk-art style religious paintings. Using the basic structure of icon paintings, Heather has created religious works for the 21st Century; her colors are bright and vibrant, and her subjects’ faces are open and accessible, drawing one right into the heart of the painting. I am particularly enamored of her Madonna & Child paintings — one can almost feel the love emanating from Mary’s face. Her “Woodland Madonna” is my absolute favorite (below, right).

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Heather has also created many works that feature scenes of home and faith. Given my own domestic aspirations, I’m always looking for role models and inspiration in the world of art. Heather’s painted families garden, prepare for festivals, attend church, and just spend time in each other’s company. Amidst the chaos of the modern world, there is such comfort and hope in these images of simple lives in which home, family, and God are central.

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In Heather’s own words:

The things that inspire my art are wide and varied, but I love when the things I love speak to others as well. If I’ve gained anything through my art, its been amazing friends! If there is a common thread in my art, it is a deep love of family, tradition, faith and history. These things tend to mingle in all I create, and it’s my hope to make art that gives others a sense of peace, happiness and warmth when they add my art to their home or give it to their friends or family.

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I have to say that I am kind of astounded by the number of things that Heather and I have in common, from our discovery of the Episcopal church later in life, to our love of Scandinavian culture, to our preference for historical fiction — I never knew there were other versions of “me” out there! I’m also so impressed with the way in which folks from various faith traditions come together in the community that Heather has created with her blog and her Instagram account. I really encourage you to check out Heather’s blog, where she posts about her artwork, but also about many other things that might interest or encourage you. I’m especially fond of her “Tasha Tuesdays” series, where she writes about and shares aspects of Tasha Tudor’s art and life. And, of course, you must see more of her work, which you can find in abundance in her Etsy shop. Thank you for letting me share a little bit of your enormous talent, Heather!

*Right now Heather is doing a giveaway — see more details here.

a sunset & a rainshower

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.

leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-

leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.


— “Sunset” from Selected Poems of Rainer Maria Rilke

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