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Ruby Blue Takes Flight...


This is Ruby blue.  She and I helped create each other a few months back.  The voice of inSpiration was loud in my ears as I cut and sewed and stuffed, so really there were three of us there: me, Ruby, and the Spirit that feeds all our souls.  

So, for several months, she's hung on the walls of our house suspiciously not collecting any dust!  Even when we replaced our hard-wood floors she stayed fresh.  So, I had to ask myself, how could that BE?  Is someone wiping her down?  It isn't me and it's not likely that someone else is doing it considering that in our happily busy house cereal milk often stays on the table until it's hard and shiny.  The answer is clear, she's sneaking out at night to go for a fly.  Only cool, night wind could keep her hair so fluffy and her dress so polished.  Only adventures could make her eyes sparkle that much!

But, the realization that Ruby is sneaking out to fly brings me some serious responsibility.  If she wants to fly, I should help her.  So, on Wednesday morning Ruby Blue will take flight.  I've gotten her safely packaged.  I've given her a special i.d. tag and I've even painted her chariot, a great big shipping box. She's heading to Somerset Studio to become a offering to the world to honor all the days we artists, writers, musicians, mothers, brothers, public servants, and friends fly without wings.  

Maybe the folks there will love her and snap her picture so her flight can be grand and far-reaching.  OR... maybe she'll have another kind of adventure that my limited imagination keeps me from seeing.



the back of her box...


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  1. PamMarch 14, 2011 at 4:13 PM

    Hurray for you and Ruby Blue! May you both have soft and successful landings-wherever your creative spirit should take you!

    Hope to see you in Texas soon!

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