The finest in cross stitch -- beautiful, colorful patterns you'll love to stitch and be proud to display. The pictures show you exactly how the finished work will look (not how the original painting looked) so you'll never be disappointed with your results. Cross stitch, pure and simple -- no quarter or half stitches, no top stitching, no metallic threads, no beads, no gimmicks
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1. Visit the Scarlet Quince and be inspired to take on cross stitch as a form of relaxation. I used to do it but I no longer have the eyesight for those fine stitches. The Scarlet Quince have the most beautiful pieces that will inspire everyone.

2. Connect the unconnected and write a story that involves a modern angel.

3. Use the Collage Box idea and make an angel box for someone.

4. Within your visual journal explore your sense of what it means to have a mission. Consider what cause you are compelled to fight for.

5. Put yourself in the hands of angels and spend a few hours letting them guide you.

Earlier this year, when I was feeling depressed about my husband's struggle with bowel cancer, when I was feeling depressed about the prospect of facing the world alone, I got into the car and let the angels (my muses) guide me.

I loosely followed John Suler's Vision Quest exercise and kept stopping every half hour to look for messages and signs and to write down how I was feeling.

My last port of call was on the foreshore at Willimstown. As I sat looking at the Melbourne skyline, I listened to Nat King Cole. His words seemed to be filled with meaning, seemed to have been written for me.

I watched some black swans swimming. There were two swimming together but one swam alone. I watched that swan for ten minutes.

As I turned on the ignition in the car, reversed out of my car park and headed home I felt strangely calm. The swan had shown me what I needed to know on that day, at that moment. Was she an angel?

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Angel on the Christmas Tree

The pages of this Advent Calendar came together on a wing and a prayer and with the help of loyal patrons of Soul Food.

Compiling twenty five fresh pages with a little bit of WOW factor is challenging.

So today, when the news item about the angelic act of a mortal slipped into my box, I felt that angels were insisting that I provide space for them on this year's calendar.

Much has been written about the angel on the Christmas Tree. This year I have begun collecting tiny angels to attach to my Christmas parcels and to put on the Christmas Tree I made with branches of Twisted Willow and Pussy Willow. The Pussy Willow is a touch of nostalgia, reminding me of those grand Pussy Willow trees that lined the back fence of my childhood home, sheltering me from the world.

Garden of Angels

I just read the coolest story in the Newspaper today.

Most of the time when I read those stories about people who win the lottery ( and it's SO FUNNY that my checking account looks pretty darn pathetic when those stories surface )

But today's made me feel, inspired and shook me out of the doldrums I've found myself in today.

Debi Faris-Cirfelli started a cemetery section called Garden of Angels for babies who were abandoned and left to die by their Mothers.

She goes to morgues to claim the babies.

She wraps them in quilts, says a prayer for them and names them.

Those are the names now on the little crosses in the Garden of Angels Cemetery.

She also has worked on the passage of a law that holds parents free from prosecution if they leave their unwanted babies in a safe place, like a hospital.

She does all of this with a three person staff and donations. This woman won 9 million dollars. Most of which she's giving to her 7 children and her crusade.

The part that touched me the most was that people believe it was the spirits of these little babies looking out for Debi.

And I believe that with my whole heart.

I could just see those little babies who died alone, without a name and left in a morgue unclaimed even in death just delighted that they found a way to help a woman who cried for them when no one else did... to maybe cry a little less.

Anita Marie Moscoso