Morning with the Moon

She rises each day, before her sister... before obligations and breakfast, chatter and business. The night before she has looked at the sky. What are its nuances? She carries them into quiet morning moments. If the sky has disappointed with a blank stare, she imagines color, shape.

I find her paintings when I pass through and she has gone on to other things... reading, sewing, building, chatting. I find them and drink in her morning with the moon.


Moon paintings by Sara, 12. Used with permission.


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The Seeing

"I haven't written for years," he told me. A teacher himself, who is just now tentatively putting his work on the internet, he still suffers wounds from... a writing teacher's harsh critiques.

What? When did critique become an opportunity for destruction?

I watch my own girls growing, trying. I watch them play, write, draw, paint. I especially watch my big girl. So tentative, so dear. There are those who would seek to destroy. Don't paint that way. It's [terrible, terrible]...

Today, though, I rejoice. For one who sees my girl. She's a teacher hired especially to work with *someone else* in the room, but she sees my girl.

This note from her, upon encountering these drawings...

Sara,

Your drawings are beautiful. The costumes so clearly depict some of the qualities of each continent.

I thought you might be interested in borrowing this book. Although the title is "Fashion", a lot of the activities are about where we can get our inspiration for our art.

Mary

Thank God for Mary. And for all those who see, celebrate, and support, as she does.


'Happy Birthday to Cousin' acrylics and fabric painting by Sara, 12. Used with permission.