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Friday, January 15, 2016

Paint + Coffee + Light

The other morning the kids were playing nicely together, the sun was streaming through the south windows, slowly pushing the chill out of the studio, and I had a warm cup wrapped in my hands while I quietly contemplated the painting renovation I would start when my mug was empty.

I've always been an admirer of light, but I'm finding I delight in the shadows and moodiness during colder climes.

Enjoy a trio of chiaroscuro and lines.

(VSCO Porta 160 + me)






Monday, January 11, 2016

Wrapped with Love | A Wedding Quilt

Quilts are mighty special gifts, especially when they have been crafted and sewn with the love and care of a beloved grandma. They require a great amount of time, thought, and they are costly to boot. The fabric, the pattern, the backing, the binding, the quilting - it all costs something. And this quilt was worth waiting for.

Sometime after our wedding (nearly 10 years ago already!), Gramma Alice and I went for a day around Omaha, and our first stop was the one-time Sunshine Stitches. Gramma is always "needing" something or other from these fabric stores, and as soon as we walked in and saw this quilt on the back wall hanging for all to see I knew it was the one for me. Normally I am quite reserved in my praise for quilts because they are usually just a little too dated and country kitsch for my taste, but this one practically sang itself into our basket. Gramma knew, too, right away that it was the one she wanted to make us. Sold!

Health and other projects came up over the years, but finally the year came and Gramma determined to make it up. Boy, was I thrilled! She even allowed me to "meddle" :D I had the privilege of laying out the blocks, choosing the binding fabric (peach border and dark water colored leaves), the backing (simple cream muslin), and even the quilting designs.

One afternoon this past summer, we drove out to visit the great quilter Vicki Japp (zmachiner@q.com) in her studio and I got to know her a little better and the way she does things. It's fascinating to see another artist at work! Vicki is the best in the region, and we got to collaborate on the color of thread (silver in the dark, cream in the light) and design for each shape and motif. I searched the web for all sorts and finally culled it down to a simple feather pattern that incorporated leaves to keep it all cohesive.

the links for each design:

After Gramma got it back from Vicki, she sewed on the binding, and put on the sweet finishing touches (last photo). Gramma brought it for us to open at Christmas, and I was overwhelmed with thanks and awe that such a piece of art would adorn our bed. Because it is art. It's tactile and practical, but art nonetheless. This quilt is something I will cherish and pass down for generations and I'm so grateful to have a piece of my Gramma Alice tied up in this blanket of love.

Thank you, Gramma. You are a skilled artist, a loving grandmother, and a kindred spirit. I'm so thankful God gave you to me!






moody
Dark, brooding gray and blue batiks mingled with warm, rusty tones.


lone star
Arranged the blocks so it would mimic an ombre effect, balanced by a bold little star in the corner. That space just felt empty without it.



creamy muslin
By choosing a simple, solid porcelain hue, the back is as pretty as the front.





aren't those details just scrumptious?



love note
"Made with much love, for
Heather and JD Hall
by grandma Alice Kahnk
Christmas 2015"


I love you, Gramma.


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Cheerful Giving & Giving Cheer

A couple of weeks ago, our church announced the opportunity to participate in Operation Christmas Child and we were so excited to get involved with Alice! Giving is something that is close to our hearts and it brings us great joy to share what God has blessed us with others.

Alice chose to give to a little girl her own age and we explained that we were going to give her toys and things her family might like and need. I had done quite a bit of research on which toys/objects were best to give so that it would be both fun and practical.

The best in question?

cup/bowl
toothbrushes and covers
soap and plastic cover
wash cloth
brand new short sleeve shirt (no logos or writing)
small flashlight with batteries
pencils/erasers/colored pencils/pens
soccer ball/pump
baby doll with light brown skin/no hair

While there was nothing but long sleeve shirts, we got all but the soccer ball and pump. Alice had so much fun helping to pick out her things! We also got to have a great discussion about why we give (because God first gave to us and it's a way that we can love each other) and also about giving the best we can - not just the most economical. It's not a matter of pride, but more a mark of a generous and cheerful heart. I'm sure a little 4 year old girl isn't going to care about the brand of colored pencils she gets, but it was a good lesson to show Alice to choose to give extravagantly and not cut corners on quality to save a dollar. This may be a girl from a third world country, but she is worth giving the best gosh darn pencils to! I'm sure not everyone agrees with this, but at some point in my life someone shared this lesson with me and it made a deep impact on me and the way I give ever since.

While we took things out of the packaging to fit in the box and packed it all up tight, we prayed "for our little girl across the world." That is the term of endearment Alice uses for her. We talk a lot about not knowing her, but that maybe with the gifts we give, she will want to know Jesus and the great gift He gave her already.

Here's a sneak peek at what we chose for our little girl across the world...










"God, would you please help the little girl across the world want to know you? And that her family would want Jesus, too? Thank you for the present we can send her. Amen."
-Alice

Cheers to cheerful giving and giving cheer.


Monday, December 7, 2015

My Office | No Room, All View

"'Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,'" she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!'"
-L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

As a photographer, I get to tell stories. I get to meet people. I get to use my creativity to make gorgeous images and happy people.
But do you want to know why I really love being a photographer?

Nature.
I get to breathe fresh air and touch green things and feast my eyes on the glory of light and creation. 
The seasons. The smell of sweet grass. The sound of wind rustling branches. The cry of birds and crickets above our laughter and new relationships. It's the song my heart wants to hear and sing all day but rarely do I catch a faint whisper of it. It's the riot of color and texture my eyes long for but seldom get the excuse to enjoy outside of this camera of mine.

God, thank you - truly, deeply thank you - for this soul-satisfying work of mine; that I can more fully enjoy your world through it.

Enjoy a few of my offices from this fall and winter...:)




















Pictured: Chalco Hills, NE; Hitchcock Nature Center, IA; Neihardt Park, NE

Ready to get outside?

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Embracing Rest by Embracing Less

Recently I was asked to speak at a MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting about embracing rest. Despite feeling like a hypocrite (hello busy season!) with a loaded schedule as a freelance photographer and mama, I still feel really passionately about living a fuller life and wanted to share from our own experiences about how we do that. For all the ladies who were there and couldn't write fast enough, here's what I talked about :)

The prompt I was given that felt like familiar territory and resounded with our family philosophy and lifestyle was this: What if the best way to flourish is to rest and play?

When we decided I would be stay at home mom, it was tough. (Check out my previous posts Full & Less and What do you DO all day? | Why I chose to be a Stay at Home Mom) We went from two incomes, apartment living and no debt, to one income, a mortgage and now two babies. We had to seriously reevaluate our priorities and make due with less "luxuries." TV was gone. We stopped eating out (in the beginning - now date nights are a regular occurrence and necessity), stopped going to movies, curbed shopping - basically a complete halt on all spending that wasn't a necessity. It was painful at first. I remember feeling chained down and limited by our new life, but eventually we found new substitutes to fill in the holes. Like tending a garden and cooking from scratch. Like biking instead of driving. Like playing with kids instead of watching a show. Life all of a sudden got so much...fuller. It was less, but full. And I had rest. Sure with babies it's not 8 hours of straight sleep, but it's a leisurely breakfast with a quiet morning playing on the floor or an impromptu afternoon stroll. I wasn't keeping up with anyone. I wasn't working for someone. I was the queen of my domain and I got to tend it all day long. Suddenly I got to spend time with my children, pursue my creative interests (something I would never have gotten to do working a full time job), and take care of the house and upkeep during the day. I also had time to grocery shop and prepare meals so that when JD came home we could spend more time living and less time "maintaining."

But even as a stay at home mom, I struggle with balance. I'm a compulsive project completer, and I find it hard to rest and be present with my kids unless everything is done. I come from a typical Midwestern farm family that prized hard work and integrity above all else. That translates to perseverance and perfectionism which is great when you need to get a job done, but it's awful if you want to - need to - take a moment to relax and refuel. It's like I can't allow myself to relax and enjoy "free time" if there are tasks to be done. (Side note: "free time" doesn't exist - it always costs something.) One of the mental shifts I've been trying to make is recognizing there is a time for work, but perhaps more importantly a time for play. It's going to take a long time before I strike a balance everyday, but I'll get there. I'm always fighting the compulsion to do the dishes or fold the laundry before playing with the kids. It's a sickness at times - that need to finish a job. But then there are those great moments of clarity when your daughter comes up to you while you're working and invites you to a tea party and you just know in your soul that it's the most important thing in the world to drop everything and go with her. (For a major mommy fail in this area, see this post. It's still a heart-wrencher.)
So as I've pondered rest, I'm beginning to realize that the things that rob us of rest are misspent time and money. Time spent maintaining what we have and money we work for to buy what we don't have. My approach to embracing rest? Embrace less.
This idea of less/life hacks/minimalism all started when we became a one-income family and it quickly infiltrated every area of our lives. Here are a few tangible things we've done to make life easier. 
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1. Wardrobe: Six months after having Alice, my weight finally stabilized and I had a new body to accept. It was softer and rounder and not the one I graduated high school with, but it was mine and I was still beautiful. I found that dressing my shape was a challenge, but I just needed a formula. Wrap dresses compliment by hourglass shape and skirts that flow away from my hips make me look my best, so that is what I buy now. Sure I have few pairs of pants, but what I have in my closet makes me feel smokin' and I won't make room for anything else. Why bother wasting time and self-esteem looking through clothes in which you don't feel good about yourself? Now that I have a streamlined selection, I do not spend time standing around wondering what to wear. Less clothes = less decisions = fuller life. Done.

A few previous posts on my minimalist wardrobe choices here:


The key is that it's liberating to give yourself permission to be content with less. Cut out the empty decisions and full hangers. Give yourself the assurance that anything you choose looks great on you and makes you happy.

2. House clutter: Do you spend loads of time corralling clutter before you even start cleaning? Do piles of stuff crop up and paralyze you or send you into procrastination mode because they are too overwhelming? Clutter around the house sucks rest right out our lives. If you can make intentional decisions about ridding yourself of your stuff, you'll find you spend less time picking up, cleaning, yelling at kids to clean, and less time being frazzled, frustrated, and overwhelmed by your belongings. The best way to begin is pick a drawer, a closet, a basket, a room, and go through it. What do you use? What do you need? What do you love? Anything else should go. Once you consolidate and centralize like items, you can discard multiples. You do not need three potato mashers. You do not need grandma's doilies. You do not need the knick-knack curio cabinet full of things. Again, if it brings you joy, keep it, but if it doesn't and it isn't useful, let it go. And most importantly: don't feel obligated to keep something because it was a gift. If it was a family heirloom and you don't want it to leave the family, find a cousin or aunt or sibling to share it with. But please, don't keep your house full of stuff because you don't want to hurt someone's feelings. They wanted to bring you joy, not rob you of it.

JD and I have pared down to the essentials and joy-giving things and it feels so liberating not to be weighed down with empty belongings and a tote-filled closet/attic/basement. You probably don't need 2/3 of what you own. How far can you go?

3. Kid clutter: one of the sad realizations I made when having Alice was: kids = stuff. Gifts and papers and all manner of objects find themselves scooting into our house along with her and it can be hard to remember at times that you have control over it. You - yes, you, the parent - are the monitor of what crosses your threshold. JD and I have been fairly lucky in that family members and friends give very thoughtful and imagination-driven gifts at birthdays and holidays, but we still get a fair amount of hand me downs and odds and ends that don't interest the kids or jive with our family philosophy. We always keep a box or bag in a closet that is bound for the thrift store that at any time we can add to when a toy is no longer age appropriate or of interest. When the bag fills up, it goes. The time leading up to the holidays is a great time of year to get kids on board with decluttering because they will have more toys coming in. Helping them practice evaluating what they love and play with v. what they don't really like anymore is good for them, and when you tell them that it could bring joy to another little boy or girl they will be excited to let things go. You could sneak things out in the middle of the night, but chances are they will catch you at it and it could bruise their trust in you, and you would also be robbing them and yourself of a great life lesson to grow.

One of the things we also realized is that too many toys = white noise, over-stimulation, indecision, and boredom. They get so overwhelmed by the selection of toys that they can't decide on just one or they get easily distracted by another after a minute and pretty soon they're off terrorizing a different part of the house because the mess was too much for them. This is especially true when it comes time to clean. If Alice has dumped all her toys and the floor is strewn with blocks and cars and accessories and who knows what, she's paralyzed when I ask her to pick up. It's daunting! You know how it feels to stare down a pile of paperwork that you don't quite know how to start. It's absolutely overwhelming and our children experience those same feelings. By only getting a few things out at a time, they will be able to more fully enjoy their toys and when it is time to pick them up it is much easier to manage.

4. Personal routines: I promise I am not a hippy, but I now shower only twice a week. By doing this I save 5 hours a week easily because I am no longer blowdrying my mane or trying to sneak in a scrub. On my non-shower days, I wash my face, do my makeup if I'm going anywhere, and done! So simple!! 

I also just gave myself permission to not give myself pedicures for the winter. My tootsies are taking a break and I'm so relieved! They had started chipping and I was about to give them a new coat of polish when I had the epiphany: it's winter. I wear socks in winter. No one sees my toes in winter. Why waste my time making them pretty? So glad I can let it go til next Spring. Maybe I should add shaving my legs to that vein of logic...;)

5. The phone: I have an old flip phone. I can text and call, and I have access to a computer during the day to email and blog and edit, but when I'm not working, I have zero compulsion to see what the world is doing - it's wonderful!

A close friend of mine just sold her iPhone and went back to a "dumb phone." She told me she would get to the end of the day and not remember being present in it because she was always down the rabbit hole of what her phone could offer her. Keeping up with conversations, social media, articles, research - all good things, but left unchecked it stole her whole day and the feeling of being grounded in the reality around her. Now that she's removed the temptation of the constant checking in, she feels so much lighter and present with her son and life. Could you do that? Could you even just put your phone away for the afternoon? Could you make a pact not to pull it out every time you twitch for it? These are habits to unlearn, but you can still choose to make a new way.

6. Digital clutter: The clutter hiding in my email, social media, and blogs can get out of control really fast. I clean out my inbox daily and unsubscribe from promotional emails quarterly. All of those emails with their expiring discounts and new products add up to a lot of stress for me and it gets to a point where I don't even want to open them. I make a mental note that if I would rather delete it than open it, I need to take a second to unsubscribe. It's also a great idea to unsubscribe from blogs if you're no longer interested in them. My RSS feed had a couple dozen at one time but as my life, priorities, and interests have evolved I now have 5. And when it comes to facebook, I clean house every other year or so. There are a lot of great people out there, but I don't need to be friends with them all - and they don't need to see my life. If strolling through your newsfeed causes you anxiety or repulsion, hide posts or unfollow that person. You get to control what you see for the most part. 

7. Schedules: Right now at 1 and 3 years old, our kids are not in anything. They are too young to be athletes or musicians or experts at anything, and I will cherish this time of a slow pace. But some of my friends with littles are not so lucky. Here in Blair there is an entire culture around having kids involved in a slew of activities. Dance, karate, soccer, piano...the list goes on. These are all good things - healthy things - but it's important to take a step back and ask yourself why do I put my kid in this? Is it for her or me? Are they in too much? Do they just need more down time to play at home and relax? Are they in sports because everyone else is? Am I afraid of being seen as a restrictive parent depriving them of invaluable experiences? Is our family life suffering from the lack of time to spend together? Does something need to give?

I have a long history of over-committing and allowing myself to dwindle nothing. It wasn't until after college that I wised up and started saying no. Ministries are great, but you don't need to do everything. Pick one thing to invest in and make room for rest in your life. This year I chose to commit to Bible Study Fellowship. Spending time in God's word has become dear to me and after being invited multiple years to join, I finally said yes. It's work - three hours a week of reading and meditating, and every Wednesday we drive to Fremont to spend time discussing and learning, but it is wonderful. And not only am I closer to God and others, but so is Alice. Just last week Alice chose Jesus (full story here) and BSF had a hand in it. This is the one thing aside from my business I want to invest in and I am happy to keep it minimal. 

8. Vehicles: For a time JD and I made due with one car. (Post here.) JD carpooled with a friend to Omaha for work and I rarely needed to go out, and when it was local it was easy enough to hook up the trailer and ride our bike around town. Eventually we outgrew our little neon and outright bought a great used Volvo wagon (buying with cash is powerful!), but have you ever wondered if you could do without one of your vehicles? If you have three, could you just use two? Think of the insurance and taxes and payments you could save!

9. Purchases: since living on one income, my fun money curtailed to a mere allowance and I have to be much more thoughtful about what I'm going to buy. Instead of buying whatever strikes my fancy at Target, I usually spend months deliberating over an item before purchasing it. I also used to spend loads of time on the internet, browsing my favorite sites to see what new thing I absolutely needed. After being forced to think it through, I have found that more often than not I never needed that item and was glad I didn't buy it. My buyer's remorse is very seldom now and the time I have saved from on-line browsing has probably given me weeks back! Finding contentment with what I already have and not feeling compelled to buy something to find happiness has been so helpful to my own mental state and that of our marriage. 
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For us minimalism has become a family philosophy and goes hand in hand with sustainability. Cloth diapers, recycling, using non-disposable items like cloth napkins and towels instead of paper towels, gardening, biking, using norwex cloths for everything, composting - it's all a great remedy for the disposable, indulgent culture we live in, and it's that old-fashioned quality of life we're after. 
I know minimalism requires work, but sometimes in order to rest you have to get your hands dirty first. Think long term, not immediate gratification. This is not about scheduling a pedicure or a massage or adding one more thing to your life - this is about taking things away. Making room in your life for rest. You're creating a lifestyle and habits that will allow you to make a rhythm of rest for years to come. In order to do that, you need to spend some time reflecting. Introspection. You know, turn your phone off and do some thinking. Ask yourself the hard questions and actually answer them. And this is the perfect time of year to reflect! What are you grateful for? What has God brought you through? Where do you want to go? What do you want God to change in you?


Below are some more great questions to get you started...


Do I need to embrace my shape and adjust my wardrobe accordingly? What can I begin letting go of in my closet? Do I feel obligated to hang on to things? Am I holding on to unrealistic hopes? Do I really need my pre-kid jeans? Do I really need 20 pairs of pants? Are there clothes in my wardrobe that are just plain dated and ugly?

What cupboard/drawer/room/closet/nook and cranny can I go through TODAY? What can I consolidate and centralize? What multiples can I discard? 

Could I keep my phone in my pocket for longer? Could I go back to a flip phone?

What activity could I cut out of my/our schedule in order to spend more time together? How could I make more family meals a priority? 

Could we get rid of one of our cars and make it work? 

Is there a TV show I could cut out? A magazine? Online browsing? Email notifications?

Could we become a one-income family?

Could we downsize our house and yard to have more time to play and less time "maintaining" (cleaning, mowing)?

Am I a retail therapy expert? Do I get a high from impulse buys? Does my heart quicken at the thought of walking through Target and seeing their gloriously trivial end caps? Do the words "indulgent," "entitled," or "deserving" pepper my vocabulary when I justify purchases? Could I go on a spending fast for a week? A month? Could I give up a luxury in order to practice denying myself indulgence and entitlement?

What could I let go of in my life to feel fuller? 


I hope beyond anything that you are not overwhelmed but empowered. This is not about changing all at once, but taking baby steps and moving through your house and life with purpose and intentionality. For some of you, this is a radical, welcome wake-up call and you will be motivated to change everything right now. But for some it will be a slower transition, and that is great too. Start with one thing, get a feel for how to let go, make your formula, and get excited to tackle the next thing. Pretty soon you will have new mindset and approach to life and I hope that once you've embraced less, you will truly find rest. 

Cheers to full and less and rest.


Wednesday, November 4, 2015

She Chose Him

Today I got to experience what is quite possibly the best feeling in the world: Alice chose Jesus.

But let me share a little back story. For the last year or so, Alice and I have a running, open dialogue about God, good and bad, where babies come from, bugs, the universe...everything - I know, heavy stuff for a toddler. But you guys, she gets it. Yes, these are big questions, but I give her information she will understand as a kid and have endeavored to fully answer every question she throws my way, whether it be factual, theological, or existential. I am a firm believer in never dismissing a child's curiosity, especially a voracious desire to understand the world like Alice's. I want to be the one who gets to teach her not just facts and figures, but the "why" behind things. The value. We've been talking about who God is for a long time now and she understands that we are rebels in a broken world. She knows who Jesus is, what He did for us, why it matters to her, why other people need Him, and what He is doing right now. She knows all about heaven and the hope we have to look forward to. But even though I have given her all of this information, it still takes that precious moment where head knowledge transforms into heart knowledge.

In the car on our way to Omaha from Bible Study Fellowship today, we had this conversation:

Alice: "Jesus is in the clouds."
Me: "Hmmm. Well, actually, Jesus is in heaven building us a new home and getting everything ready."
Alice: "Jesus is coming in the clouds."

It is eerie to hear such prophetic yet simple truth being spoken by a child. That was my light bulb moment. Alice was talking about what we've been learning in Revelation at BSF. The teachers there give an amazing and age-appropriate version of scripture that parallels what we adults discuss and learn every week...and lately we have focused on the fact the Jesus is God - and He is coming back.

Me: "Yes! Jesus is coming back and He will come through the clouds! You're right!"

A moment of quiet while Alice smiles. I can see it in the rear view mirror.

Me: "Jesus can come any moment. We are so excited for him to come back for us! When He comes back, anyone who has chosen Him gets to be with him forever. They get to be with Him in heaven. That's why it is important to choose him. And it's a choice - He'll never force Himself on you. He wants it to be real love. If we ask Jesus to be our Savior, He will save us from a forever without Him and will live in us. Did you know God is everywhere, and He actually lives inside of you if you ask Him to?"

Quiet.

A few seconds later, softly, as if she was talking to someone next to her:

"Jesus, would you be my Savior? Jesus, would you live inside my heart?"

My own heart just about burst with joy. My girl, my Alice, my little charge was choosing Jesus.

Trying not to cry (still driving!) I beamed and told her how happy it made me that she would be with me and her daddy and Jesus forever.

Alice: "But what about Milo?"
Me: "Milo will need to choose someday, too, like you. That's why it is important for us to tell him all about Jesus. And that's also why it's important to tell everyone else about Jesus, too. Not everyone knows they are broken and separated from God. Not everyone knows they need saving. Not everyone knows that Jesus loves them so much He died for them. That it doesn't matter how bad they've been. He still wants them and loves them."
Alice: "Oh."

Another quiet pause.

Alice: "What's for lunch?"

Hahaha. Oh, Alice.

I started doubting at that moment that her choice was real. Lunch? After all that?? I mean, how valid is the choice of a three year old in the light of eternity??? Incredibly, actually.

A couple of hours later - with full bellies - we visited my cousin Andrea and her new baby, and while we walked to the park, Alice looked at Andrea and said, "Do you know Jesus?"

Oh, Alice! You do know!! Was it not Jesus who asked us to come to him like "the least of these" - the little children? Their faith is so much more powerful than we realize as adults. They are not yet clouded with cynicism, hurt, disappointment, and defeat. For her, Jesus is God and He made a way for her to be with Him forever and she took it. She chose Him.

God, thank you so much for making the bridge back to us, even when we burned it down and are still trying to destroy it. Thank you for being so powerful that nothing could stop your love for us. Thank you that you wove us together so that Alice would come to know you. I know her life won't be easy, but it will be infinitely more beautiful because you are at the loom. Thank you that I can know that she is sealed and can never be torn from your grasp. Thank you for the assurance that after this life, I will be with her forever on the other side of eternity with You. What joy you give a mother's soul! Help us to bring that same joy to other people as we share your great love with those we meet. And help me to be more like You so that Alice sees You more clearly and loves You more dearly. 

Thank you, thank you, from the very depth of my soul.


Thursday, October 29, 2015

Freckles & Fall | A Portrait

As a photographer, I don't make it into a lot of pictures. I especially don't often have any pictures to boast of that don't include babies in my arms or a giant camera for an infrequent "selfie." So after a recent haircut, my stylist - Rebecca at Bungalow 8 - gave me a fishtail braid (my first ever real braid as an adult!) and I begged JD to get a photo when we got home.

I want to share my favorite because it's not some random shot with an iPhone (although you can take some high quality ones with a phone these days) - it's a portrait, and a portrait that I feel good about and beautiful in. I know my freckles are outrageous in number and the fine lines crease new parts of my face every day, but I'm embracing it all and looking forward to a new season. 





Cheers to freckles and fall.


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Apples | Heralding Fall

Anne & Diane were loitering where
"...the mellow autumn sunshine lingered warmly, eating apples and talking as hard as they could."

- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Over the last few weeks, I've been taking my clients out to Super Bee Orchard in Fort Calhoun to use as the backdrop of our photoshoots, and can I just say the apples look lovely??? I try to get there a few minutes before so I can rove around and capture some images of these orchard gems in different light. Grey morning fog or golden hour sunset, they evoke nuanced moods.

Here's a tiny teaser trio of fall through my lens...







Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Mourning | Realizations, Redemption, & Remembering

My Aunt Toni died last month.

When my mom called to tell me, I bawled. I was in shock. I just saw her the week before, could it really be possible? How? I stewed for a few days. I felt. I thought. I remembered. And then I put everything in boxes for later to unpack when I could. Isn't it remarkable how our bodies and minds can preserve themselves from pain? For me, my survival mode kicks in and takes over by packaging up grief and fear and placing it on the top shelf in the back of the closet for a while. Lest I sound callous, I haven't forgotten. You can't forget. You can't run away from your boxes - not without serious damage. But you can close them for a while and sometimes lose them til you're ready to take them down and feel it all again. This is how I've come to understand my response to mourning as an adult.

I also learned that I mourn and cope in a way that is alien to most of my family. You see, I'm a runner. Not like I'm going to go for a jog (I only run if I need to get to Milo before he swallows something he shouldn't). I get out of dodge - I flee. Sometimes physically, sometimes just mentally or emotionally. Ten years ago when tragedy struck, I drove two states away and after that trudged around Europe for a few weeks to keep from drowning in everyone else's misery, including my own. I didn't get it then - I just thought I was a terrible person to not want to suffer with others, but the weight of it crushed me. Only recently after talking to a friend and personality color expert did I learn that is completely normal for a first-color orange. (Hoping to learn more later.) And as a second-color blue, I take on the emotions of those around me to the point of breaking.

I've thought a lot, too, about why we're so offended at death. Why does it surprise us? Why are we up in arms when our bodies fail us? Everyone dies. (With the exception of Jesus Christ who even by secular histories, died, was buried, and then rose from the dead. ROSE FROM THE DEAD. He beat death.) But the rest of us in the meantime still have a 100% mortality rate. We're all going to die - we just don't know when. But it makes us mad and sad and scared. Why? We should expect to die, so why are we either totally unprepared or angry when it does happen? 

My thought is that it's offensive simply because...we were meant to live forever. We were meant to live in perfect bodies in a perfect earth with our perfect God. And we would have, but then we sinned - we separated ourselves from God. We thought we could do it better. And from there you know the world as it is now - the result of our own choices. But even though we chose our own way, God still designed to win us back, to make a way - Jesus, the God-Man and the only perfect path back to God. He's the perfect sacrifice/payment/forgiveness we could possibly need and all we have to do is say "Yes, I want what you have to give me. I accept your payment for my great debt. Would you please sign your name over my life?" And while he is writing his name over yours, God is writing yours in the Book of Life. You're paid for. All the good works you were saving up your whole life to show God when you died just went right out the window because they were never going to be good enough in the first place. You can stop trying right now. Isn't that good news?! It's not about you and what you can do - or more importantly here - can't do. It's all about what Jesus already did. Done.

I want everyone in my life to know that when you're at your rock bottom, look up. When you just can't anymore, let God. He's been waiting this whole time for you to turn to Him for help and comfort and peace and love and forgiveness. Are you going to wait for rock bottom? Or will you turn around now? 

Existential and theological thoughts aside, writing is incredibly cathartic for me, so I'll share a few of my favorite memories with my Aunt Toni.

My Aunt Toni was a "fun" aunt - she would have us over for sleepovers and dote on us by taking us on road trips or shopping. I'll never forget that she bought me one of my first "new" outfits. Growing up on a farm, we were usually clothed with the hand-me-downs from the neighbor girls at the bottom of the hill - there were three of them - which was fun! They were popular and cute and we were happy to wear what they wore, but the clothes were far from new by the time they got to us. In 3rd grade, Aunt Toni picked me up from the farm and drove me to Omaha for a sleepover at her house. First, she took me to a department store at the mall to pick out my own new clothes. She bought me a floral long sleeved onesie (you know - the one with the snaps in the crotch), knee-length denim skirt, and black boots with little fancy engraved silver buckles and leather sides. I felt like the bees knees. I couldn't get over what a great feeling it was to not only wear something new that no one else had worn before, but to wear exactly what I wanted. I felt like a princess :) After that, we went to Blockbusters (also something we never did growing up) and rented the Jungle Book (I got to pick) and we had a lovely time hanging out and playing and talking.

There were always coins - pennies, dimes, nickels, sometimes quarters - on Aunt Toni and Uncle Scott's stairs. My favorite thing to do there when I was a kid was pick them all up and put them in a special jar with a mustache and cork lid. She had cats - the first that I knew was Maynard - and he didn't like me, but that was okay. She always smelled like smoke when I was a kid, but I liked it because I loved Aunt Toni. Whenever I smell a cigarette - even to this very day - I think of her. They had these Magic Eye posters at their house that I loved to look at and "see." Aunt Toni had an easy laugh I can still conjure up in my head. At family events they arrived with an ever-present cooler and a great many cans...and a great many laughs and stories. Aunt Toni loved to listen to how we were doing and she was the kind of person you could tell anything to because you knew she wasn't judging you - she just loved you. Essentially, Aunt Toni was the perfect mix of kindheartedness and good times.

I wish I could thank her one more time for taking me to The Mall of America when I was probably my most annoying junior high self. And letting me trick her into buying me a few outfits that would make dad want to lock me up for 10 more years. And for eating an entire bag of lollipops on said trip to kick the urge of smoking because I had asthma. That's love. 

Last month, I helped host a baby shower for my cousin Adrienne and I didn't know it then, but it was the last time I would get to hug my aunt. I'm so glad I got it, and that I got to tell her I loved her. I wish I could tell her thank you for holding my little boy and telling me she loved his ginger hair. I'll always remember that.

Aunt Toni, thanks for making your nieces and nephews a big part of your life. I miss you an awful lot. Thanksgiving this year is going to be a punch in the gut when I reach for your hand and it's not there, or when my ear wants to hear your laugh.

God, thank you for giving me time with my Aunt Toni and that she made time for me. Wrap up my Uncle Scott so tight with your love that he can't fail to see you there. He's never going to forget her and nothing will ever fill the aching gap in his heart, but would you comfort him and give him peace and show him how to keep living life? Show up in ways he's never seen or hoped for before. My friend Annie said it right - it's even harder to see a loved one go on living after they lost their best friend. Please, God, show us all how to be builders, walking alongside of him in the years to come, simply being present and bearing his pain with him. 
You are still a good God - a sovereign God - even if we don't understand everything. In fact, if we could understand you, you wouldn't be a very big God at all.

I love you. Thank you for hearing me. Thank you for making us right with you. Thank you for always wooing us back. Thank you for the great hope you give us.

Amen.


Thursday, September 10, 2015

Starbucks Hack | Coldbrew

Starbucks ranks among lovely scarves and unnecessary (cute!) journals on my Guilty Pleasures List, but after finding a way to make it more economical, it's now closer to a monthly Saturday morning trip to Jim & Connie's Bakery for a raspberry twist and Bavarian-filled long john with chocolate glaze.

Behold, I turn a $4 cold brew into not one, but FIVE drinks!

My methods: free refills on regular coffee and cold brew with a gold card.

Upon arriving, I order a Venti Caramel Cold Brew with extra heavy whipping cream (full fat people - this will probably change when I stop nursing...goodbye easiest calorie burner of my life). After sitting and enjoying said drink with my little family, I kindly ask for my cold brew refill sans ice, cream, and syrup - just cold brew, all the way to the top. (This is always a very confusing request because it's strong and usually requires watering down. But it tastes so much smoother and fuller than iced coffee, so it's worth the additional $.50.)

Once I get my cup of concentrated cold brew home, I divide it between four small mason jars and stash them in the fridge to pull out during the week and add my own sweetened condensed milk and cream.

Mornings just got a little better...and brighter!





Cheers to cheaper coffee :)