symbolism

When life is rich, its full, its brimming to the top and drowning in words, pictures, colors, sounds- I have decided that beyond wanting to carpe diem life, I want to live symbolically. I was driving home yesterday and it was rainy and warm, and further down the road a large bunch of multi-colored balloons slipped out of I am sure was a man's rain soaked hands and the balloons just started floating up. Higher and higher they soared, the man arching his neck backwards to see if he could reclaim his now sky-bound balloons. And I thought it was symbolic and of course made me think.

How can I live more like that? What can I do to cosmically align and create specific memorable moments. Then it made me think about what I can do for potential baby. What specific earth-bound moments can I create for the heavenly thing that will one day be my child. I truly believe in the deep depths of my heart that there is a little boy or a little girl looking down on me from heaven, just waiting to be claimed. And I will be so happy to welcome this child- with all the cries and the screams and the wanting, into my home.

So what can I do to show my child that I am preparing and ready? I was thinking that I would work to create life and stimulate growth. Planting a tree in Israel? Start up on my knitting again? Buy things for the child? I'm not sure, but I plan to sit in that thought and search for the clues to the answers I require. I need something tangible and concrete to show for my valiant efforts and to prepare a warm, and comforting homecoming.