Pulled strings

     Ah how the head quakes. The grumbles inside the
mind. The words that want to speak are silenced
long enough to kill off the throbbing of echoes down
the length of my nerves.

     Oh how I should allow myself to walk away from
such chaos today. Still ever grateful the times, hours
moved quickly. Not going to let what was left
unfinished bother me today. All is explainable when
the notes are stated to the crews.

    Seated, now, in my comfy spot until the tension
recedes. Oh I hope it will be soon because I want to
be shiny and alert for more words of spiritual food
gained tonight. Still the neck is stiff and the ears
are crying.

   Hmm. Hot steam presses through the senses and
releases, relaxes the muscles of the strong gripd
upon nerves. Oh how soothing the mind floats.
Drifting over the aroma of sweetened mandarin
oranges, encased in a soft vanilla coating. Smoothness
sings throughout the muscles as the spirit soars once
more.

   A longing for a massage but lotion has to be the
best of all. Softly I pull myself up. Standing on high
tiptoes, I twirl as though in a decadent dance. So
gently I hear a melody that enthralls the spirit to
seek the simplicity of a breath of air. Oh how sweet
and amazing I can feel in just one moment such as
this. Only the work of Jehovah.

   One by one the colors change inside my eyes. The
light blues to darks to grays. Oh to watch them
is amazing. Hmm. The mind is observant of the
emotions that play upon the changes. Watching how
the colors vary at any given stage. Once again a
palette of Jehovah's. Simple and gorgeous in an
instant, my eyes are, to say the least.

   Oh how the evening should bring my levels more
in tune with Jehovah. Failing nowhere but to place
my paleness inside one chair. So I hope for the best.
Emptying out all the aches, the crankiness and the
tired moments. Just the need to exceed the growth
inside my spirit. To bring all that is taught straight
to the core. To hold tight and to soar with all that is
been given.

   Listen to the whispers if you like. Observe the
quirky smirks if you want. Allow the silliness to fall
upon your eyesight. Hold tight to a new memory of
me. Cling to the laughter that graces my lips. Inhale
the joy I spread throughout the rooms I decorate.

   Only if you want to. Now in response you may
do anything you like, if you want.

   Smile dear one for I now am calmed by the
knowledge of friends, family and Jehovah will uplift
my spirit and cherish my soul. Do what you want of
this knowledge. Yet you must understand I will give
you whatever I can in response.

  Now off you go. Enjoy!