Joy!

When I was young, Christmas was a time for ‘dressing up’ in my family. We wore our ‘good’ clothes to church and to special Christmas events. I loved the feeling of joy that surrounded these opportunities. My mom created a sense of joy in our home by decorating and inviting my sisters and I to help in the decorating. I have fond memories of getting the boxes out of the attic, unpacking them, and then spreading the garlands, bows and tinsel all around the house. We had a few different nativity scenes to put in different rooms too. Once we had the tree up, unpacking all the beloved ornaments was an activity all its own. Still today, as I talk about this, I feel the joy of the season coming through me.

I grew up on a beef feedlot just a few miles from here, on Eicher Road. By this time of year, my parents were finalizing plans for creating more than 100 ‘meat packages’ to distribute to friends and neighbors. This meant that my sisters, brothers, and I would gather around the kitchen table, wrapping sausage and chipped beef in freezer paper, then in red cellophane. We would add a bow, and place some of each type of meat into a basket. These special packages would be loaded into the car and off we’d go to deliver them over the next handful of days leading up to Christmas.

It was a special thing to grow up this way—with a sense of generosity and abundance to be shared with others. I loved being part of this joyful sharing. Some neighbors on Eicher Road have lived there more than 50 years and I know they received that many Eicher Christmas Meat packages. The most beautiful part of this is what happened next—neighbors would appear at our house with packages of all kinds of treats! Cookies of every sort, including Donna Rietz’s famous chocolate covered peanut butter balls! Our kitchen counter held plates and baskets of homemade treats!

I bring all of this into this message for the third week of Advent because we celebrate the Joy of Jesus’ birth, and the Joy of Jesus’ life and message: Share with others, help each other, ALL ARE WELCOME. In the scripture reading from Isaiah we hear the words, “The year of the Lord’s favor” which might ring a bell for some of you. It’s a reference to the ‘year of jubilee’.

Jubilee was historically a time when everything was set back to its starting place and I think there is something so beautiful about this idea. It seems like a relief to know that things can return to they way they started, rather than just getting worse and worse, or more and more confusing.

I am a nanny for a little boy named Nathaniel, who is 3 years old. He loves to play with his wooden train tracks and we often build entire worlds when we are together. It’s always different. He usually doesn’t want to put the wooden train set away, to preserve this world he built. But his mom has taught him that at the end of each day, the house will be ‘re-set’ to it’s ‘put-away’ state, and tomorrow everything will start afresh. Nathaniel has learned that this is a helpful way to go about building his train worlds because with each new day, he remembers how to build the parts he really liked about his previous world but can forget about the parts he didn’t care for, or that weren’t as he wanted them to be. In this way, he is exponentially growing and learning.

Another personal connection to this idea is from my one-day lesson in welding from a master welder. There is more to this story, but the part I bring to share today is this: As I learned to hold the tool and create a ‘bead’ of weld along the joint line, this teacher told me that if I got too shaky or the line got too wobbly, I should stop (rather than keep going). In other words, take a moment to pause and refocus my attention to creating a clean line. That lesson has proven so helpful in my non-welding life.

Two weeks ago Rob in maintenance here at MV told me a wonderful story that I want to pass on to you. I wanted to bring it into the first week of Advent as a story about Hope, but I think it fits during this week of Advent just as well, and it resonates with this idea of ‘year of jubilee’. On a walk near his property, Rob heard an interesting sound coming from a pipe near the ground. After further inspection, he found it came from a tiny kitten deep inside the pipe and even after urging the kitten to come out, it resisted and was scared. Rob spent 20 minutes trying to coax it out and made a tiny lasso which he finally managed to hook around the tiny kitten’s arm. Gently he pulled the kitten out. Covered in oily sludge, Rob wrapped it up and brought it home. And found a great home for him, where he lives and plays with a big German Shepherd dog friend. Imagine the joy!

These stories illustrate, at least to me (and I hope to you), that there is restoration in Christ’s birth and life. There is restoration in righting things in the world that have become out of alignment. The world can be restored to its starting position if we follow Jesus and there is JOY in this because people (and kittens) who don’t have what they need will be given enough; people on the fringes or margins will be included into the mainstream or ‘whole cloth’.

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you have or haven’t done in your life. It doesn’t matter whether you live in a house/tent/apartment/tiny home/mobile home/or the Mennonite Village. It doesn’t matter whether you experience illness or immobility. It doesn’t matter who you are. ALL ARE WELCOME to be surrounded by the Hope/Peace/Joy of Jesus and welcomed into the house of God.‘The Jesus way is to come together with those who are on the fringes, the marginalized, who are present within and outside of our community.’ As followers of Jesus we can seek out those who are marginalized, or on the fringes of our society. We can light the way for others by sharing joy.

AND, as followers of Jesus, when we are not experiencing this joy, we can join with others who are. We can soak up the joy of others around us, and in this way ‘water the seeds of joy’ in us. Sometimes, if you are like me, you can feel guilty for not resonating with the joy of the season. Remember, ALL ARE WELCOME. Joy is here for all of us whenever we are ready for it.

Cultivate Simplicity, No. 6

I have always walked through this world as if afraid to touch anything in this china shop of life–afraid that my sudden movements may knock somethings off of their shelves.

And then? Then something might break open and I’d have to pay for it. My pockets are empty so I tiptoe, hoping that by the time I manage to safely reach the exit, I’ll have found that which is meant for me.

I have learned though–there are more durable and resilient beauties here than I first thought, which sends a tiny crack of regret through my body.

“You mean,” I say to myself, “I could have moved less cautiously all along? I could have danced and shaken the floor with both joy and sorrow without consequence?”

I vow to myself, now that I’ve seen more than half of the entire ‘china cabinet’ of life, to “let everything happen to me, beauty and terror,” as Rilke wrote; to tell others what my mind thinks and my body feels.

Hopefully all the beauties lining my path as I continue will resonate and sing along with my joy and lament. When I finally reach the exit, the kindly china shop owner will say, with a twinkle in both eyes, “I hope you moved around enough to loosen the dust in this place. . . or even to knock some things off their shelves. That’s the only way things change around here.”

Cultivate Simplicity, No. 5

Last week I enjoyed teaching Neurographic art at the Albany Public Library, where the summer theme is, “Catch the Reading Bug”.

Our art reflected some conversations about favorite bugs, what can be technically called a ‘bug’, and the most dangerous bugs we’d ever encountered fist hand.

The 12 participants and two library employees enjoyed the peaceful class in the Garden Room. We had access to books about insects for design inspiration. Each person left with some original art, knowledge about how to maintain a Neurographic habit and some new art friends.

Two mothers of young children took some art time for themselves while their families spent time in the library. Some retired folks participated for the sheer joy of learning something new. It was a lovely mix of generations and experience.

What I love about teaching these art classes is seeing everyone’s approach to abstract art. Participants demonstrate over and over that this form of art will not get old–everyone who tries a hand at it will make something only they can make because it’s directly connected to what’s inside them.

And each time I teach this class, I’m reminded that the process is the most important part (not the product). If I let it, this could help me stay grounded in the present in all areas of my life.

Things That Need Water

Faucet, pump, irrigation line

Twin fawns, born late July

Wood floor boards after foot traffic

Dahlias in full bloom

Sweet Pea seedlings in Grandma’s enamelware pot

Native seeds littering forest floors

Travel-weary salmon

The child, returning home from school

My dog, who drinks most before going outside

Visiting Monarch butterflies

Dry ground

“Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something is worth doing no matter how it turns out.” Vaclav Havel,

Things That Need Water

Are also things that could use a prayer,

That is to say–most everything needs water.

Prayer is like water.

The dry ground in late summer

The person exhausted by a life of never enough

The child striving to look like others; to ‘fit’

The one who feels so lonely.

All these need water, which is prayer.

Like water, prayer changes things,

Provides hope,

Which is not to say with certainty

That things will turn out well,

But that certainly a thing is

worth striving toward no matter how it turns out.

Cultivate Simplicity, No. 4

Do you know the feeling of letting go of all inhibitions? Like you trust the process of LIFE and you are happy to just wake up and go? That’s how our marbles felt at the art class I taught at 2Towns Ciderhouse in Corvallis (thank you Hannah and Matt @2Towns). We let those wee scamps run wild and our art showed this freedom.

I taught the process of creating art on a large piece of watercolor paper using marbles rolled in intense watercolors, then set free by spraying the lines with water to let them ‘bloom’. When the art was dry, we each created a book by folding and making three cuts (then folding into the book form).

This process is probably my favorite activity of the entire summer. There’s something to it that feels wild and a little reckless; a little ‘outside of the box’. It’s exhilarating and definitely carefree–feelings I’d love to carry with me into the rest of my week/month/year.

Supplies Used:

Heavy watercolor paper (we used 9 x 16″ pieces, any size will do but it’s important to know the folded book will be roughly 1/4 the size of the original piece)

Glass marbles, Bone Folder, Scissors, Spray Bottle for water

Dr. PH Martin watercolors, calligraphy ink

PVA Glue, Cloth Tape, Packaging Tape, Fabric Strips

Iridescent Watercolor Powder, Craftsmart Premium Wax Finish Gold/Silver

Heat Gun to speed drying

Coming Opportunities:

Neurographic Art class at Albany Public Library on August 6 at 5:30pm.

Book a private art party!

Commission a pet portrait!

Cultivate Simplicity, No. 3

Our book making class on Saturday was so much fun (I’m not the only one saying that either). Three times I invited the participants to check in with themselves to find out if that was true for them and each time the answer was emphatically, “Yes!”

First we let marbles, rolled in ink/watercolor, saunter around on watercolor paper, which was a moment for all of us to practice letting go of expectations.

While those pieces of art dried, I taught how to fold a piece of watercolor paper into a palm-sized book and bind it with glue and cloth (or cloth binding tape, if preferred).

From here, artists continued to embellish their books with gold or silver wax paste, or moved back to their sauntering marble paper. With spray bottles filled with water, we attempted to ‘wake up’ the marble path of ink and watched as the color bloomed. At one point there was a little disagreement about the color brown. One artist said, “No, I don’t want to use brown–that’s an ugly color.” Later, another participant added brown to her page simply to give it some love. It ended up being just the right color!

There is still time to sign up for this class, which will be offered again on Wednesday, July 24 at 5:30! Tiny Art Books At 2Towns Cider House 33930 Southeast Eastgate Circle Corvallis, OR 97333

Cultivate Simplicity, No. 2

Last week I journeyed one more time (this summer) to Drift Creek Camp, in the Siuslaw National Forest near Lincoln City, Oregon. It is always a joy to be there; to be with my friends Brenda and Tony and the curated community created by all the camp staff. Being there, it’s easy to feel safe and loved because the whole place is infused with generations of care. . . for one another and for creation. Leaving is always very hard work.

I found myself overwhelmed by the gifts of everyone there–music, leading, humor, warmth, cooking. Of course artistry too. The young camper who created the small, colorful painting above, right said (as he painted), “Oh, this color is the opposite of what I was looking for, but exactly what I needed.” As he painted he told us about his goats and how funny they are. He wasn’t aware of the masterpiece taking shape in front of him.

What’s Next:

Join me in a simple book-making class at 2Towns Cider House on July 20 at 2pm; July 24 at 5:30pm.

Learn about Neurographic Art with me at the Albany Public Library on August 6 at 5:30pm.

Book a private art party!

Commission a pet portrait!

Art at Drift Creek Camp

These pictures represent my work with 30+ 3rd/4th grade students who are enjoying summer camp at Drift Creek Camp, in the Siuslaw National Forest up the mountain from Lincoln City, Oregon.

Being at Drift Creek fills so many different parts of my very soul–I worked as a counselor there in the late 1980s (when I learned to play chords on a guitar); before that I worked as a kitchen helper (when I learned how to scrub pots); before that I was a camper (when I wasn’t too afraid to get my tetanus booster); before that I went with my home church group for many years (when I learned how to hike and love the ancient forest).

Being at Drift Creek with campers fills so many other parts of my soul–teaching paper-making, learning to know these young people and soaking up their energy; witnessing their kindness and authenticity; seeing the expressions of creativity; and learning that some of their parents were campers in my cabin when I was a counselor there.

What. A. Gift.

There is still more. My friends Brenda and Tony Kauffman are the camp directors. Being able to spend time with them in this amazing natural place will be a memory I’ll carry with me forever. Maybe next week I’ll take Tony up on his challenge to join in the Polar Bear Swim at 7:00 am.

Upcoming Art Classes

I would be tickled to see you at any of these classes! Please join me for art, fun, conversation, and shared space. No experience necessary.

May 22 AND May 29, 5:30-6:30 PM, 2 Towns Ciderhouse, 33930 SE Eastgate Cir, Corvallis, OR 97333

Neurographic Art: Part meditation, part processing, part prayer, part art, part poetry, this process is deeply soulful and empowering. You will amaze yourself with your finished piece!

May 23, 6-8 PM, CreativiTEE, 110 Commercial St NE Downtown Salem

Papermaking: Jaqui will lead you through the steps she has used in her own practice. This process of creating something new out of tired, old documents is deeply soulful and empowering. Jaqui has used her documents from 10 years ago, as well as her childhood poetry. Your paper will not be completely dry when you leave, but you’ll be given the tools to complete the work.

My Type of Gratitude List, No. 8

September 2: I am grateful for melons and the ones who grow them.

September 4: I am so grateful for walks along the river with friends, both human and canine.

September 5: I am grateful for my landlord, David Livingston.

September 8: I am grateful for friends who walk with me when I really need their help. Friends who are also doing the work of speaking truth and who communicate well.

September 9: I am grateful I was not hit by the motorcycle that did not stop as I was crossing the street in the crosswalk.

September 11: I am grateful for these plums from a friend of a friend’s garden and also for this Oregon geode, cut and polished by a friend who is moving away.

I am grateful I know what to do when I see a dog in a dark vehicle on a hot summer day, with very little ventilation.

September 12: I am grateful to have found this professional french fry cutter second hand. Now I can make my own sweet potato fries in the oven.

September 18: I am grateful for this down comforter, King Size, for my Queen size bed.

September 19: I am grateful that when I took Pearl’s medicine accidentally this morning , I did not suffer ill effects (or start barking).

September 21: I am grateful to collaborate with Janet on her mural design at church. The opportunity to be a part of her art like this is a gift.

September 22: I am grateful for friends with gardens. I’m also grateful for handmade wooden drums and googly eyes.

September 26: I am grateful that I have been given the opportunity to work with and spend time with kids. They are the best version of humans.

September 29: I am grateful to live in a relatively quiet town, with relatively short rush hour spurts.

September 30: I am grateful for this brilliant Fall day.