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I have been having a strange desire the last few months. I want to create something.

There was a time when it was babies that my heart preferred. Questioning should there be one more then the three I had, in those days, I poured my creative longing into three hearts and lives housed behind greenish-blue and wood brown and then the last, bright blue eyes. Throughout their growing up years, we shared my kitchen, their skinny bottoms on counter tops, legs dangling and a jumble while they stirred and peered into bowls and whirling blades powered by a big silver standup mixer. They fought over which of them would man the switch and who would break the eggs and who would lick the bowl. We created together. Big flat cookies, lopsided and crisp and as their delicate little neurons fired new connections that made sense of cups and ounces and creation and it was the art and then the love, of cooking that we shared. And the three of them each in his way, evolved their own special sense of beauty. Those little thoughts matured into handsome bowls of chili and fine Christmas cookies and experiments with cheesy potatoes and as all things have their time, that was our time, the right time for cooking and babies and me.

But my time for those days are past, and whether it’s a mother’s talents or just the soul of a woman, I long to let my heart sing again, to create, something beautiful and constant and pure of purpose, for others to see, for me to see, for me to know was done and made and finished and says to me and those I love, this is me and how I see, today. This is what beauty means to me.

I don’t know if I will mold a pretty pot or sew a landscape of fabric and touch. Maybe I will plant my garden in shades of greens and color and paint them, when spring comes, for ever with oils or pixels. Or maybe just today and for a few more, I will ponder the works of hands of others, whose soul in striving to sing about their lives have left for me, and you, canvases and books and other little hearts to watch as they are molded. Perhaps today I will think what you might be able to tell me as you create your own beauty and sing the song your heart wants to sing, because maybe today, you feel like me.

Today on this Happy Monday, when cold and winter make time for nature’s rest, plan for beauty and make something your heart desires. Tell me and those you love, the beauty that you would want to share. Take the time. Write a poem. Sing a song. Bake a cake. Make a fine bowl of chili. But mostly, share it with those you love.

Bible verse of the day: Proverbs (Parental Advice from Solomon)
Proverbs 6: 16- 22
16 There are six things the LORD hates,
seven that are detestable to him:
17 haughty eyes,
a lying tongue,
hands that shed innocent blood,
18 a heart that devises wicked schemes,
feet that are quick to rush into evil,
19 a false witness who pours out lies
and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.
20 My son, keep your father’s commands
and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
21 Bind them upon your heart forever;
fasten them around your neck.
22 When you walk, they will guide you;
when you sleep, they will watch over you;
when you awake, they will speak to you.