366 :: The Last Photo of the Year

Can this be the last photo of 2016?

But wait! I’m not feeling ready to stop this daily photography practice. I have been so encouraged Jenny Stein’s 365 group on flickr, as well as my readers here on the blog — and I’ve learned so much about photography this year. Sharing photos and words most every day has nourished my inner life during this full season of mothering and homeschooling, and I want to keep the momentum going. I haven’t yet settled on a project for 2017, but I’m certainly going to continue in some fashion.

Tell me, what personal creative projects have you committed to for the new year? I’d love to hear your project ideas (photography as well as other pursuits). Thank you so much for your encouragement, family and friends — near and far! And Happy New Year!

364 :: Busy Desk

Inspired by an article in the most recent issue of Taproot Magazine, the girls have been making tiny books. They asked me to sit down with them today during Wallace’s nap, and in less than an hour all the surfaces in our school room were covered in paper and tape, glue, scissors, and fabric. Ellen said, in her matter-a-fact way, “Mama, you are really good at making messes.”

363 :: Enter In

“All the prophets were poets. And if you don’t know that, you try to literalize everything and make shambles out of it. A metaphor is really remarkable kind of formation, because it both means what it says and what it doesn’t say. And so those two things come together, and it creates an imagination which is active. You’re not trying to figure things out; you’re trying to enter into what’s there.”

— Eugene Peterson
(From an interview with Krista Tippett, onbeing, December 26, 2016)

I am outside at dusk.
It is cold.
And quiet.

Here we are,
in winter now,
wrapped in her cold, white beauty
she holds us
still.

She beckons to us — silently
she invites us
to enter in
to the cold,
the stark,
the dark.

Rest,
here,
in winter.

362 :: Dress Ups

Grandmommy gave the girls an old suitcase filled with thrifted dress ups for Christmas. Today their cousin came over, and the three girls dressed and redressed all day long. It’s lovely to see a gift that doesn’t get old . . . even for the older girls.

357 :: The Chalkboard

Last December, I wrote out my goals and hopes for the coming year. Part of the exercise was to envision our family in a year’s time. What would we be doing at the end of December 2016? Letting my imagination run free, I wrote a long, colorful list of activites, including, “I will be standing in front of a big chalkboard, brainstorming with the girls and chalk pens!”

Yesterday, the big chalkboard of my dreams finally arrived (with a big thank you to our neighbor). We now have a rescued, repurposed chalkboard given to us by the manager of a local school that was closed and turned into an art studio.

Delighted with an entire wall to cover, the girls spent all morning filling it up and literally cleaning off the slate . . . over and over again.

Tomorrow, I just might stand in front of it, brainstorming, with them.

354 :: Vulnerable

It comes in waves.
That feeling —
hard to pin down at first.
And then it shows its face,
as if peeking around a corner:
vulnerable.

As if every thought is insignificant
and yet also too precious to
put into words.
Balancing on the edge
of the top shelf,
just out of reach
and uncomfortably close
to falling
off.