In this edition of pregnancy ponderings:
My baby is in my fruit bowl. And, no, 'fruit bowl' is not a metaphor, as lovely as it is, for my womb.
I've been thinking lately about the origins of us all, and most especially about matter. According to LDS doctrine, matter has always existed. It was unorganized before the earth was formed, but then Christ organized it, under God's direction, in it's proper order, thereby creating the earth and all the creatures in it.
I believe this.
I've also been thinking about a soil science class I took (way back) when I was in college. Rocks of all types are made by the earth. Rocks erode over time, which makes dirt. Dirt is the medium our food grows in, provided that sunlight, air and water are present. We eat the food which our bodies use to build muscle, bones, organs, blood, etc.
The old adage is true; we are what we eat.
So my baby is in my garden and at the grocery store. My baby is on the farm. My baby is deep in the earth. My baby is in the air, in the sun, and in the water. Christ created the earth, and the earth is creating us.
My baby is in my fruit bowl.