make-n-take

A quilting open house once had for all the attendees a make-n-take project. Isn't it perfect how quilting is so often and in so many ways a metaphor for life: it's alot about what we make of it, and a bit about what we take from it.
This morning when I woke up the first thought I had (after the ones that say: "Hey, it's morning. You're still alive! It's another day, it's probably time to get up! How're you feeling? Everything still intact? Yep. O.K. Get up now. (and moments later; RIGHT NOW, you got urgent business to tend to)"...anyhow, the 'next first' thought was "you are a writer. I AM a writer! Gotta get up and write!" See, for a long time now other people believed it, told me I should, even said I was good, but I didn't believe it in my own mind. Or heart, or spirit. The beautiful thing about this morning was I finally believed it! It's about time, thank you. So, now comes the fun and hard part. DOING it.
Today, I choose to speak in a deep, rich red because it is the color of our root chakra that connects us to our circle of family and friends and to earth. Earlier today, I envisioned the next child waiting to be born into our family and that it would be Caraline's and Kyle's. Tonight around dinnertime she called to announce a mid-July arrival. It still amazes me at times how magically one person can be tuned in to another person, and I say this based solely on my own experiences as a mother. Those small niggling feelings usually nail it, and when we question how, the only answer is "I just knew". She is so stoked! Which may be what is contributing to her exhaustion.
So, Christy, how do I get one of those cool little baby counters like you have on your blog?
As I look about the room, I feel that connected feeling to everything I see. I have received it, touched it, cared for it, placed it where it is. I am part of it. I have stewardship over it, and it matters to me. When it no longer serves my higher good, I will release it to where or whomever I feel inspired. And then, in the constant flow of the river of life other things will appear in their stead to serve their divine purpose. I love RED. Today I bought red Gala apples, a red pomegranate, and a ruby red grapefruit which I consumed with great gusto for lunch. I love my red cowboy boots purchased in the red earth of Utah's Kanab. My favorite handbag is a red italian leather (saddle)bag my mom gifted me with. How else would my hubby pick me out of a crowded hockey stadium? Favorite book: Red Webster's dictionary. More lovely red things: Red - my next door neighbor for 20 years, raspberries plucked from the vines just last week, red grapes, my old tomato pincushion from 7th grade home-ec., the handle of my silver teakettle, red rooibus from Africa, my sofa. Eco-red t-shirt, furry red slippers and my old-lady car (in dog years she's 70 so I forgive her creaks and groans; I think she needs a hip replacement). Cherry pie, lipstick, lingerie, and lacy valentines. Pink, being a diluted shade of red is also high on my list of loves, with the rose colored glasses I prefer to view the world through rating right up there with pink peonies in the garden and pink roses in my teacup.