The knots are untied

     Seated before a table of creativity and nothing
falls loose. How is that possible?

    Oh I say my prayer to Jehovah. Entertaining my
mind on other things in hopes that soon, the thoughts
will drift back to the table.

     One by one the knots are untied. Each slip loosens
the aches, the tightness around soul and spirit.
Slowly I work at a tangled mess. Now there, before me
is the creativity that was gone only seconds ago.

      Words that jump across the page. All that seems to
be run on sentences are just those thoughts of mine
that needed the voice to speak. Ah how the world we
live in today, really is odd and cruel. How some just
sit quietly observing. Love is what pushes us passed all
that we thought would break, split us.

        Breathe. One inhale. Deep and medicinal.

     The sighs that escape as the words trickle down.
Every moment I spend tackling the keys I begin to
see the whole picture. Just a few puzzle pieces
connecting. Is it not fascinating to find a new piece
to the puzzle and connect it?

     Still one day at a time, I step. Eased by Jehovah's
loving care. Every moment I spend awake, alert I pray
for my beloved family, old and new. Still I wonder
about my friends. Yet I cannot allow myself to dwell
on anything but their positive motions of moving
forward. Their progress is also a part of mine.

    I love with all my spirit. La as the tears fall down
my face. Just so grateful to be included in a journey.
One that is mine. One that is yours. Still somehow
Jehovah sees fit that they are intertwined. Jehovah
is grand indeed for seeing I was in such need of
family.

   So my brothers, my sisters hear the silence of my
tears. Feel my joy at every breaking step. Feel all
that echoes from my soul into the wind. See the joy
soaking, softly, over the petals and leaves. Ah my
spirit radiant as ever even when tears gleam in my
eyes.

   Yes so much joy falls deep within my pores.
Absorbing into my spirit. The cause of one piece of
the grandest news of all: one tiny bond into a new
family. All partaking in a new journey. All so grand yet
so small in the details. I do cherish every tiny step.
Yes dear friend I do.

   Every moment I smile, I recall what has been
changed. How we all move forward after a great
divide. Still love builds a bridge. No longer am I
standing in the middle wondering which way I need
to go. Forward. Whichever way that is, I look for your
face among the welcoming crowd. One day. Oh yes
one day the hugs will be there.

   Until then bound circles form the oddest
of friendships, build love within a family. This I
cherish.

   So dear friend a thanks to every little thought you
have of me, whether it be in voice, prayer, hope,
love or patience. I am ever grateful that you chose
to be a part of my life.

  Tears are all dried up. Soul pops up. Allergies are
now manageable. Spirit soars in hopes of an
exciting new adventure. I place denim over paleness
and a gentle, cotton cardigan over freckles. My eyes
are singing great joy of a moment where you thought
of me. My small bits of circles. Ah yes giddy and
giggling. So overjoyed at the simplest gestures of
friendship and love. Thanks.

   Onward my day is produced. Singing way off key
and in a very hoarse voice, Hillary Duff's "Someone's
Watching Over Me". I smile.