A question of company pending

    Seated predominantly in neutrals. Browns to make
coppery massive frizz more brilliant. Muted navys to
draw out the specks of sky blue to the darkened
grayish hues.

    Planted firmly in front of a table that clearly holds
many strands of drilled gemstones, wire, findings and
drawings "supposed to be designs". Still I cannot will
myself to start nor finish any one particular project.

    The plain truth is that sensations roaming
throughout soul need to be outside in the cold. All
this is by far more fascinating than that of finishing
items commissioned for week to come.

     The need of a talk, to help push back the gnawings
of this empty spill of words. All said, trickled down to
bleached, blue ruled paper. Still so much left unsaid.
Perhaps that is the absolute necessity of the moment.

    Patting the red chenile cushion on sofa. Beckoning
any one person to come sit with me, to start a
conversation. Do any words exit vocal chords? No.
None.

    Still all I can do is close my eyes as I write, speaking
to my Father, Jehovah in this deafening room. All
hopes of the disaterous burst of self pity to cease.
Maybe the cold air is the exact medicine for this line
of aches. The cure that I so desperately need. The
calming in the evergrowing hatred in people and
societies today. All clichés attached are pending an
insane bout of laughter.

    Jehovah teaches me that being the oddity or unique
one among all is the key to stay true to him, to my
growth within his family.

    So my truth is that on so many levels I am losing
the tiniest battles but in the end, the results prove
that I have won the war. Is that really the key here?
To stand looking as though alone but supported by
Jehovah and millions of brothers and sisters?

    Oh how simple a step is to so many but at a glance
even my feet are heavier than stone. Ah but somehow
I do pick up and press forward. Obviously a thanks
goes to Jehovah, that he does know all. Sometimes
it is hard to comprehend. Perhaps Jehovah is the
"whys" that I am still learning, still adjusting my life
towards his will.

     So my dear friend would you care to be seated
next to me in learning? Observing, teaching and
loving me as one of the unique daughters of Jehovah?

    Oh say you will join me, sitting on a green blanket
above red chenile cushions drinking a tea and your
Bible in hand. Say yes.