Update on L Easley Art

A while back I posted that my former website leasleyart.com had been shut down.

(It still is.)

I am still L Easley and I still occasionally make art.

However, I am moving to Madison, Wisconson soon, and the art business is registered in DuPage County in the Chicago Western Suburbs.

I hope to launch a new URL after the move, http://www.washedinwonder.com and it will not be limited to any one county or state.

Until then, this is still where I hang out in BLOG-LAND online. (Also, Lois Freeman Easley on fb and LoisYEasley1 on Twitter and Easley62 on Skype and loiseasley on Instagram.)

Things are exciting on our end right now, as it seems to be a divinely-orchestrated change for my husband and me.

More news soon, I hope!

Pruning Books

Miracles still happen. I just donated a lot of good books (11 boxes!) to the Glen Ellyn University Women’s Book Sale (happens next May). Also, I closed my online lists at libib.com. (At one point I thought I’d loan or give away books via that avenue but didn’t get many takers.)

It actually feels pretty good, but I do really love good books. We are moving to Madison, WI soon, Lord willing, and they have great libraries! Nothing like a move to help me let go of a lot of excess weight!

And then there’s always Kindle…

Blessings to all my fellow book-lovers out there!


Waning Summer

4 young adult cousins of our 2 now-adult sons have made a cross-country roadtrip from Seattle to the Midwest & are now asleep in our Chicago townhouse! We got to The Art Institute yesterday–a rare treat!

Wish our eldest was here to enjoy these 4 too! Alas, his high schol job is about to start up again! Google Maps tells me it’s exactly 5 hrs & 47 min from here to his home in MO. Also, same exact time from there to our future home, Lord willing, soon, in Madison!

PO Box 1181 Closed 8-2-2018.

We are still here, still planning to blog–eventually on a new URL. But, in case you are seeking L Easley Art, the new snail mail is now 110 Woodview Ct, Glen Ellyn, IL 60137. Please delete PO Box 1181 and all old West Chicago addresses. Thank you. Also, delete old e-mail lois.easley@leasleyart.com because that no longer works. All comcast e-mails also no longer work.


Duty or Delight?

This morning I was awake very early, thinking about relationships. Does that ever happen to you?

In particular, I was reflecting on “liking” and “loving” and “conscientiousness.”

Some of us, perhaps more-perfectionistic souls, strive to do what’s right. We have a noble sense of duty and conscience. We are actually quite earnest and sincere. It may come off to others as being picky, or too-rule-based, or a slave to “shoulds.”

But, we honestly mean well, really!

When we sound moralistic or too “goody-two-shoes” or even “Pollyana,” we are not actually trying to be superior or condescending at all. We just have super-sensitive consciences, and, for me, at least, an awful vulnerability to feel guilty.

The way this plays out in everyday life might be our willingness to go the extra mile a lot just because we can. We don’t want to feel bad later if we avoided being helpful when it was in our power to help. (Sure, I’d love to solve that problem for you, do that task, accomplish that detail, work that shift, accommodate those needs–list is endless.)

The rub comes in when this “noble” pattern descends into dutiful codependent helping that we come to resent. Then we hurt relationships. We also know we are not prioritizing our own other callings enough. We can feel trapped by expectations.

We can even do this with those closest to us. We can “fulfill obligations,” but lose the joy and delight of generous serving and honest two-way interactive loving and knowing those dear ones God’s given to us.

So, Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, Spouse, Aunt, Uncle, Grandparent, Caregiver, Teacher, Friend, Artist, Worker, Manager, Leader, Organizer, Adminsitrator, Volunteer, Homemaker, Professional or not:

You and your own priorities matter. Self-Care is not a sin. You can say, “No” sometimes to some requests. You are not God. Everybody needs some rest, some breathing room, some way to be “off-duty” for at least a little while every day, every week, every month, every season, every year.