Meet Joanna Simeone
In a world that consistently sends us messages about our inadequacy, Milk Moon House Art communicates the greater truth that we are made completely on purpose. We are safe. We are held. There is a simple peace that exists outside of our circumstances that reminds us that darkness will not overtake us because there is a Light that remains no matter what.
Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.
Since I was a little girl, the arts have always been a safe place for me. Dancing, painting, drawing, poetry, music. All of it. Regardless of the pains and joys around me, there was always an available peace with a handful of brushes, a notebook and Tracey Chapman cd on repeat. My mother raised my sisters and I to celebrate how uniquely God made us. I remember the mantra “Why be normal?” shared with an encouraging wink and a hug. I took that straight to heart and lived in the freedom she gave me of being a child of God, lifted high above the fray. But then something happened. Divorce, disease, disappointment. My unshakeable confidence? It shook. The world got louder and the whisper inside was so delicate and quiet. Until it was silent. Childhood wonder and paint brushes were put away, replaced with advertising degrees and mortgages. But God. This is a phrase I’ve read before and it felt so kitchy...until it wasn't. I can’t explain exactly how He did it, but He changed me. I became a mother and birthed not just the most beautiful daughter and son, but a desire to create. To paint. To be free. And that’s just what I did.
But what about that funny name- Milk Moon House? Milk Moon House came during a meditation on a balmy Tennessee evening in May. The moon was so full and so bright, and I felt a deep communion with God and his creation all around me. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for all I’d been given, regardless of what I deserved. I had to find out if there was a reason why the moon that May night seemed to glow with such opulence. I discovered this moon was commonly referred to as the "milk moon" by many Native American tribes. It’s the moon of abundance, a time when crops are racing and flowers are ready to explode with new life. Yes. That was it. This abundance. THIS is what I want us all- to live in ABUNDANCE. To live out of an overflow of love from a God who will not let us go.
"My worldview is this: ‘At all times, people are doing one of two things. They’re showing love. Or they’re crying out for it.’"
- Humans of New York
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