A laughter pulled

       Some how during the sleeping hours I managed
to laugh pretty loud. So much so to awaken myself
doing so. Truly amazing how I always seem to wake
up exactly six hours after I went to sleep.

      Such silliness I had in my dreams but so serious
now. So strange how you feel the ill effects of a
hard strenuous day of work well after the affect.

      Hmm. Drawing an arch in my back as I stretch.
Gaining a smile bearing down into my spirit. The
shine from vanilla and mandarin oranges pulling my
eyes alert. The paled soul ever kindly is loosening.
Gracious for the moments that are mine.

     Not going to wallow on my limitations nor that
of my imperfections. I just hope that this morning
provides an safeness inside the spirit. A roaring
demand to stand firm.

    Oh perhaps along the way I have lost things,
friends still I stand strong with Jehovah. He is who
I can always turn to. Surprisingly I thought I was
improving from yesterday but then the sight of
something ruffled my nerves again.

    Perhaps the necessity of it all. Yes slapped in the
face emotion. However I did make it happen and
so this is what I get. I made an error where I knew
what was right. Still hoping too strong I allowed my
choices be spontaneous.

   I understand my "blah" moments. The repercussion
of my actions. Ah ha. I laugh in a cynical void.

   Preparing myself in a lighter note. Carrying myself
to the table of crafting to examine what I can do
to draw all the negative from my soul, my spirit.
The downward spill to become a beautiful piece of
art.

   So down I sit my pale, frustrated soul. Scanning the
table on what to draw across eyes. Finding the parts
of flowers that gently hold me memorized.

    White dancing flowers with black trim holding my
thoughts. Better than any walks. Just a slight smile
held onto a happy moment.

    Ah yes the dream that pulled with laughter.
Plucking daisies with friends, with family to make
a huge bouquet for someone in need. I laugh
because the one in need of cheering up was me.

  Oh how grand Jehovah is. Pulling the thoughts I
needed into a strengthening dream. Ah ha I see how
Jehovah loves.

  So now twirling my fingers with wires and gemstones.
Finding the right patterns. Inside my artistic mode
I go. La but not for too long. Work will demand some
parts of my time.

  So dear friend enjoy the afternoon. Pull yourself
outside at least three or four times today. Beauty is
all around you. Be inspired and give thanks to
Jehovah that today you got to wake up, to breathe
once more.

   Also a kind reminder to tell all that you love just
how much they mean to you in the kindest of gestures.

  So be happy for I know I am getting there. Smile.