Evening food

    Seated here on red chenille sofa enjoying the
last drops of ginger ale. Preparing my throat for a
soothing cup of hot rooibos tea. Hmm vanilla to
comfort the senses.

    Soon the evening will begin. The cooling breeze
will increase and the quirky me will shiver. Oh but
joy is there in the rattling of teeth.

    Then down tumbles a warmth of steam. Pulling
any aches of the workday down the drain. Hmm.
Soft vanilla will be absorbed into paleness and
vibrant mandarin oranges will jolt the senses into
a giggly mode.

   Hmm. Then drawing over cocoa butter intertwined
with brazil nut to entice the mind to a dreamy state.
Oh how wonderful this moment is. Just sitting on the
floor listening to the wind rustle the branches against
my window pane.

   Ah and silence places blue eyes into a haze. Just for
the few solitary minutes. Oh to hold onto a memory
that greets the midnight blues with darkest grays. A
mystery, perhaps, to be curious of that memory, hmm?

   Shh the lips form and the index finger presses.
Holding a pause to hear the last droplet of water exit
down into the sink, down drain. Shh says the mind
as I hold onto a prayer of thanks, of hope. Shh.

   Hope for the wind to lift coppery strands and caress
my neck and face with a tenderness. Oh how soft
is the whisper of the dream, of the goal. The mystery
is unravelling and all is there left wide open. Just
have to reach in and observe.

    Just believing that Jehovah hears all my thoughts,
hears my prayers. Ah shh. Listen to the calming of
the wind. View his creations aplenty. Be happy
with me for this one silly second. Do something
funny. Make someone laugh. Make the quirky,
unique you stand apart from all.

   Jehovah sees. I hope to view as well, if I may.

   Hmm. Now off I go to prepare for my meeting.
Spiritual food, friends and lots of love is the best
of all combinations. Do you agree?