Made In South Dakota

Last week

I was honored

to display my art in the 

Made in South Dakota Showcase

at the 

South Dakota Governor's Conference on Tourism.

What I loved,

was being surrounded by people

who have a love and fascination for South Dakota.

And South Dakota people

are fast friends . . . 

fast family, in fact.

Because we immediately

start asking where one is from,

start telling where we are from,

where we have roots,

and who we know and love

in the community

our new friend is from.

We find out a mutual affection for a person or a place

that has a fond spot in our memory.

We make the small world connections

and we are soon

united

as South Dakotans . . . 

practically family.

I had a wonderful place between down-home Lori & Roger Pietz's Kuchen Kitchen 

(South Dakota's state dessert)

-- kuchen means "cake" in German --

and sweet Kari from

Kari's Kreations

with all her lovely beaded accessories.

I bonded with Diane and Ann from the Ingalls Homestead

over our love for all things Laura Ingalls Wilder,

and, deep breath . . . . beagles.

I made fast friends with Kris

as we selected the best pieces

for her new store opening soon in Garretson, SD.

I knew I could talk for hours with Colleen

at Prynt Comm

when I picked up my business brochures.

People.

I met so many wonderful people.

With a desire to share their love of South Dakota.

Seeing the beauty right where you are.

That is one of the core messages

that I want to share.

When I become fascinated with the everyday ordinary beauty around me

and fall in love with the details that make

"home"

unique,

I live in a place of abundance.

I see the gifts of flowers or frost or sunsets and stars.

I savor the fragrance of the air when it is crisp and clean in the winter

or heavy with humidity and fresh cut hay.

I look at the pattern of a birthmark on my daughter's cheek,

or the salt and pepper tint of my husband's hair

and love that they are like nobody else.

I fall in love with my life.

That includes becoming fascinated with my home state.

I fell in love

with the Missouri River.

I could spend hours walking along the river

listening to the geese and ducks

and watching the eagles that take my breath away.

My week ended with a lovely

artist reception at Prairie Pages Bookseller.

In first grade, I was awarded

a shiny circle wrapped in aluminum foil

with a yellow construction paper circle

that said,

"Class Bookworm".

Prairie Pages,

was perfect combining my love for books, the prairie and art

all in one beautiful little bookstore.

An afternoon of smiles and hugs,

from new friends and old.

I met Lloyd.

He first talked to me about owls.

Because I live at White Owl, 

and he used to work at the Red Owl grocery store that is now Dakotamart.

He showed me his photo album in his pocket.

Told me about every picture.

My favorite was the sunflower

with the heart in the middle.

He is 82, loving the people and places around him, remembering it all with his camera.

We had so much in common.

He asked about how I got started taking pictures and making art.

I told him about how my eyes were opened up to the beautiful things

right where I lived and I fell in love with my life.

I told him I had a journey with God that opened my eyes.

He and I got a little misty eyed.

Misty eyes makes kindred spirits.

Lloyd made my day.

Along with Peggy and Kathy,

Kerry and Bobbi, Becky, Jim and Vicki,

Andrea, Ruby and Kristi, and Sage.

Great people.

Thank you so much to the 

South Dakota Department of Tourism

and to 

Prairie Pages Bookseller

for a warm welcome

and places to share my love of the South Dakota prairie.

Now,

it is good to be home.

I had a week of sipping hot lemon and ginger tea with honey,

nursing myself back to health.

January ends next week

and 

I am pleased to share

my next event for February:

Even If . . . I will Dare to . . .

It takes courage.

To be courageous, I once thought, was to be fearless.

To be brave was to not feel afraid.

But I have learned that what I thought was not true at all.

To be courageous and brave,

is to step forward with

stomach flip-flopping

and

knees knocking

and

voices accusing of inadequacy

floating around in the head.

Waiting for it all to feel

comfortable

will

never

happen

for things

that

require

risk

and

vulnerability.

And that is ok.

That is what I am learning

to

life

forward

with.

The "even if's" and "even though's"

will always be there.

But . . . 

I will DARE to do this anyway.

I will DARE to live what I believe

I will DARE to share what I have to offer.

I am learning that

the

scariest things - -

the most

uncomfortable

things

are

often

those

moments

that hold the most value.

A child that I know

told me a story of

daring to take a stand for someone

one time.

There were no high-fives for the stand.

No "good jobs".

No "you did the right thing".

The response . . . 

hurt.

But do we want to do what we do for the response?

Or do we want to really live what we believe?

Do we want to stand for what we know is good and kind

or

look away from injustice or cruelty

and melt in to the background?

Even if people make fun of me,

even if people text about me or talk about me,

behind my back or right in front of my face,

I will be brave and do something.

I spend time with 12-18 year old kids

at home, at church, at retreats, at camp.

They have stories like this.

They have times they melted into the background.

And times they took a stand.

So do I.

Shame tries to burn it's identity brand onto me for the times I chose to melt.

But in that moment,

it's fearful voice was shaming me into fear of being left alone, left out.

Often that pounding heart of fear

is the very indicator

that we should take a leap of faith

trusting that God's amazing grace will be a catching hand

when we go over the edge of uncertainty.

Because His sure grace and foundation

is far deeper than the things that

pressure with fear.

There are loads of thoughts

in my mind

this week as I prepare to share my art.

It happens every time.

The mental accusations of insecurity and inadequacy.

This morning I dreamed that in the middle of setting up my art display,

I had to leave and when I returned

all of it had been stolen.

Fearful thoughts.

Try to make each of us think we are the only one.

The only one who struggles with such things.

But naming it.  Calling it out.

Bringing it to the light.

Allows fear to be seen.

And allows me to identify

what

I want to be true about me.

And what actions I will take

even if . . . 

I am traveling to Pierre, South Dakota,

tomorrow, January 3, 2013,

to set up art

at

Prairie Pages Bookseller, L.L.C.

My art will be at Prairie Pages Bookseller for the month of January 2013.

There will be an artist reception January 18, from 1:00-6:00.

{Gulp.}

Even though,

I feel like I am putting my whole heart out there,

and maybe people will think my work is amateur or immature,

or maybe they will not even notice,

I will dare to share it for those who may be encouraged by it.

I will dare to be brave-hearted and do it scared,

because my heart always flutters at the things

that

are

valuable.

It is scary every time.

But I am learning

that

if

it is still scary,

if it still feels very vulnerable,

then

it is still valuable,

I am still growing,

still walking by faith,

and trying

new things.

When it starts to be old and boring,

that is when I should really be concerned.

pine cone birdfeeder {creative christmas}

lately,
i crave simplicity
at Christmas.

school calendars
and church calendars too
fill up our time.

each year,
i let go of expectations
a little bit more
for magazine and (now pinterest)
perfection
…at Christmas

and embrace something like this . . .

{Click the Creative Christmas box below to read the rest . . . }

Seek With All Your Heart

The Greatest Gift of Christmas.

I ask my Sunday School class of 13-14 year olds

What is the greatest gift of Christmas?

And they know the answer intellectually.

They answer like they have studied for the quiz.

Jesus Christ.

Their eyes are blank and unfeeling.

Is it because they know about what happened in Connecticut on Friday?

Or is it a normal Sunday morning tiredness and boredom that creeps in

says it would be better to stay home under a blanket and rest

than get dressed and come to church and listen?

I take a deep breath.

I don't find fault with them.

I feel this way myself sometimes.

Do I believe that Jesus is THE greatest gift?

Do I believe He is THE Gift?

Do I believe it today?

Lord, I believe.  Help my unbelief . . .

How often do I pray these words?

How often am I glad for these words to Jesus!

Help me believe today.

Help me want to seek you wholeheartedly today.

We read about the Magi

searching for a King in a country that is not their own.

We read a story of a man who ejected from his plane

parachuting behind enemy lines

waiting to be rescued.

Both of these examples are about searching with all our hearts.

But neither example strikes a true sincere chord in the hearts of my kids.

I am struggling.  There is no flicker of heart-felt understanding.

Praying, Lord help me . . . 

I breathe deep again and exhale.

"Ok," I say, "if I hid $100, a stick of gum, a puppy, and a stuffed animal

and told you to go search for those four things,

what would you search for first?"

Before they even answered, I knew what they would say,

by the twinkle in their eyes and they way 

the corners of their mouths turned up

when I said

the word

puppy.

Puppy.

Who would have thought, Lord, 

that this would be how I could get them to think about

searching

for

You?

"Why would you look for a puppy first?" I asked.

Their voices perked up with tenderness and sweetness

joy and excitement.

Because they are so CUTE.

They are so soft and sweet and cuddly.

And their ears, oh my goodness!

They are so . . . . . . ooooohhhhh! I don't even have words for it!

Now we are going somewhere.

They KNOW what they love about puppies.

And they love them so much there

is a level of delight that you don't even have words to express.

I challenge them,

Could you believe that you would 

want to search for God as much as you would want

to search for a puppy?

Even more so?

Because what you knew about Him

caused you so much sheer delight???

As much as you would want 

a drink of water after

6 days of being in the wilderness,

as much as you would want rescue

from your worst fears,

He will be found by you when you seek him

with all your heart

and all your soul

whether it is for rescue,

for thirst,

for hunger,

for  . . . . even . . . . delight.

And I challenge them,

Could you believe that it is even

POSSIBLE

to find God?

Because you will not search for Him

if you do no think it is even

possible

to find Him.

God is so much more.

So much more than

we can imagine.

So much more delightful

than a puppy.

But can't a puppy

--the way they make us feel--

tell us something

about fullness of joy

and pleasures forevermore

in His presence?

I believe so.

I believe the way our hearts

swell with

tenderness

and

joy

tell us

so much

about

the heart of God

and

His heart

for

us.

I told them my stories

of delight with the Lord.

Stories about birds and quirky things like stars and butterflies.

Things that make sense to me but that might not to them.

I tell them to remind them

that God knows me.

Intimately.

And He knows them.

And that when I seek Him with all my heart,

I find Him,

in the most

unlikely

yet

ordinary

places.

I have found him in my darkest places

and my deepest times of shame and need as well.

They will find Him too.

And I can't wait to hear their stories

of finding Him.

I know they will.

And

I know they will tell me.

Their verse for Sunday School:

But if from there you seek the Lord your God,

you will find him

if you look for him

with all your heart

and

with all your soul

Deuteronomy 4:29

Let Each Snowflake Remind You...

Did you know

that man-made

snowflakes

from snow-making machines

are a jumbled glob of moisture?

But that God-nature created

snowflakes

are

unique,

one-of-a-kind,

beautiful,

intricate 

crystals?

Interesting.

Man-made snow

cannot replicate

the Creator's nature

patterns.

Kind of makes me

think about us.

About each individual person.

God.

Creator-nature.

Because God created nature.

And He has that creative nature about Him.

Creates each one

with unique

beauty

to

live

and

be

and

share.

Makes me think of a chapter in this favorite book of mine:

Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge

you can find it here:

Ransomed Heart Ministries.

It is all about living as an authentic woman.

How each one

is meant to grace the world with her dance,

and the way we find our own dance

is to find Jesus,

and when we find Him

He leads us to Himself,

and it is in Him

that we find ourselves,

and that we find out who we are,

and we find the passion

He has for each of us,

and we find the unique good works

He has

for us

to live

for Him,

and for others.

Being you.

Being authentic.

Comes from finding

the

Creator

of

the uniqueness.

And living the life

He

designed

for

you.

It is a gift.

It is your calling.

It is needed.

It takes

each one

to be the Body of Christ.

Because each one

is

unique.

Each one sings differently.

Each one dances differently.

But each one's sparkle reflects

the

glory

of the One

who

creates

the

true

snowflakes.

Photos and art property of Jodene (Jodi) Shaw.

2012.

Just do what you can do today

Anyone else feel like they

are always 2 weeks behind?

I have to remind myself

that the

"Should-Be's"

are always swarming

around in my head.

Should be this.  Should be that.

But all I can do is now.  And all I can do is today.

Life happens.

And I have to remind myself

that it rarely, if ever, goes according to Plan A.

I am learning that

"Life is all about Plan B"

and that there is an alphabet of letters

waiting when B doesn't work out either.

So, my art class, 

A Note To Self

is now available on December 8.

I'd love for you to join us!

In addition,

here are my other upcoming events:

Sturgis Frostival at the Sturgis Community Center

Friday, November 30 ~ 4:00-9:00 p.m.

Saturday, December 1 ~ 10:00-5:00 

Sunday, December 2 ~ 11:00-3:00

Prairie Pages Bookseller January 2013 Artist of the Month

Original Art and Prints for sale throughout the month of January

321 S. Pierre Street

Pierre, South Dakota

Artist Reception Friday, January 18 from 1:00-6:00 p.m.

South Dakota Governor's Conference on Tourism

Made in South Dakota Vendor

Wednesday, January 16 - Thursday January 17, 2013

Best Western Ramkota Hotel & Conference Center

Pierre, SD

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So, as I am busy preparing for these events,

I am anticipating the people I will get to meet and spend time with.

New friends and classic friends for sure.

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Become and remain fascinated with the ordinary, my friends.

My five year old, Erin Grace, helps me remember this.

She celebrates the arrival of the dandelions.

And when the ordinary is cause for fascination and celebration,

life becomes abundant . . . full of richness.

And that is just how I want to live.

Abundant richness in the everyday ordinary.

Happy Dances Along The Way

Twenty days ago,

I wrapped up this package

with this art piece:

and I wrapped up this package

with this art piece:

and shipped them off with an application

for the South Dakota Governor's Conference on Tourism.

A few days ago,

I got this letter:

YAHOO! Happy Dance!

I am so excited!

Made In South Dakota

means so much to me because

it is all about my heart

for blooming where you are planted,

for savoring right where you are right now,

for becoming fascinated with the ordinary,

for enjoying the little things.

It is about LOVING and EMBRACING and HONORING

where God has planted me.

That is on the prairie of South Dakota

with my husband Jim

~ a man of good, well-rounded character. ~

He is strong, hard-working, faithful, athletic, smart,

patient, kind and loves to play and eat candy.

My art honors this life that we have together with our family.

Here.

In this place.

Thank you for celebrating with me!

 Taking a journey that you REALLY want to work out is so scary, 

because it really is putting your heart out there on the line.  

And wondering . . . wondering about so much.

Will this work?

Will anybody even be interested?

Is this valuable?

Is this worth anything?

Is this worth my time?

Will I be laughed at?

Will anybody take me seriously?

Is it possible to actually make a business doing something I enjoy

and believe it?

Should my work involve my heart and my spiritual life?

Will people accept that?  Will they embrace it?

And what I am still learning,

is that it is better to be who I am

and take scary-brave steps,

yet WHOLEHEARTED steps,

instead of half-hearted ones,

in the direction that you want to go,

and even struggle and fail sometimes.

It is better than pretending to be someone

you are not.

It is better than trying to prove your worth

through things that you think the world will be impressed with.

Please, please , please be who YOU really are . . . 

the person that perhaps you are afraid to be 

because it will mean sticking your neck out there.

And also, please, please, please, be kind to yourself.

No shaming where you are not,

because of where you think you ought

to

be.

I spent many years beating myself up in my mind

about who I thought I was

and about who I thought I ought to be.

Instead of letting myself really follow the things I loved and enjoyed.

And seeing that I was a person of value

because first and foremost,

I was and am a child of God.

God's grace changed that.

And continues to change that

day. to. day.

We struggle.  We fail.

Because that is life in this broken world.

But it is so much better

to work at something I believe in,

that I live to share,

that I want my kids to know and hear from me,

instead of keeping it inside.

It's not just about the artwork.

It's about the life I am living.

It is about the message that continues

to burn within me to share.

That comes out

in writing

in photography

and in bursts of color

or getting to speak to a group of girls or women

telling stories.

I don't know how to express how much it means to me

that you are celebrating with me in this!

SO MANY people have encouraged me along this journey

that I continue to take.

My neighbor and friend, Ann B., said to me the other day,

"We all need an 'Atta-girl!' sometimes."

She has been one of those atta-girl encouragers.

All those "Atta-girl"'s have kept me going!

Lots of exciting this are happening all at once here.

Including this book put together by Renee Rongen

titled Fundamentally Female:

I had a request through my Etsy store

to submit my artwork for an upcoming book project.

I checked out Renee's videos

and loved her motivational talks.

Loved that she was from the Minnesota ~ Dakota areas

and had spoken to rural women.

So I sent in a submission in the month of May.

May is crazy-busy for all of us with kids in school

and double so with cattle-ranch life.

So I kind-of forgot about it until I received this

sparkly red package last week with this letter:

My art takes up an itty-bitty space on page 80 of about 1x3 inches.

But still . . . 

HOW COOL IS THAT???

It is a wonderful book about 

the complexities and beauty and humor and faith

of women.

No matter how tiny my part is in this book,

I am proud to be included!

The last couple of months

have held some exciting moments for me.

Know that it has been a LONG journey to this point.

Even before I started creating art,

I was scrapbooking.

The scrapbooking that I did changed from

recording birthdays and holidays

to everyday struggles and questions

along with breakthroughs and lessons learned, 

and questions I was working through,

as well as celebrations and new fascinations.

That journey that I recorded is what led to the art that I am doing now.

Before the transition in my scrapbooking,

there was a period of a few years where I was in

what I call the cocoon stage...

where it looked like NOTHING was happening,

but BIG CHANGE was happening within me.

You can read about the

caterpillar,

the cocoon,

and the growing wings

here:

Why Butterflies Are Such  A Big Deal To Me.

{One of my first collage paintings.  Now owned by Kendra Sandal.}

All of that happened to me

several years ago.

Lots of time

in a cocoon.

Growing.

Changing.

To get to here.

Still growing.  Still changing.

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All images property of Jodene Shaw.

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Fundamentally Female is a registered TradeMark and can be found here:

http://www.fundamentallyfemale.com/

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