Creative storm
I can sit here and listen to the rain inside my mind or I can allow the beauty of nature whisper in my ears. The choice is mine but what do I allow myself to do? I can sit here and do absolutely nothing and be very content or I can be vivacious, exploring the night.
As being who I am I understand that the slowness was so necessary to be capable of calm. Less stress that invades me. Even more is the not thinking about what, who are going places. Its just a joyous feeling to be content sitting in the breeze outside, not doing at thing but breathing.
Even more so is the hope to write and enjoy the whips of leaves trailing across the porch and paper. I shrug because the gentleness in rush is over. And as I lean back into the chair, I go over the projects I must complete. Yet there is no rush on them.
The sun is lowering and I am noticing the temperature change. A shawl is needed and a bit of hot tea. And still I sit out here enjoying the breeze. Sure as the coolness overtakes me, my eyes close and I give thanks to Jehovah for the allowances of one more day to learn.
Plenty of chores call to me but I am not ready to start them. I am relaxing with my Father, Jehovah. I smile as the wind picks up and small sprinkles tap my head. Yes I must recognize a cold shower will come. So I laugh and smirk, giving thanks to Jehovah for the release of my thoughts.
Calmly I exhale and then pick up cup, opening door just before a downpour.
Indeed it was kindness that was given.
As I go back in, seeing the darkened rooms I have this good hope of doing extensive research and finding paper to write. Even more so is the absolute peace I am vibrating. The spirit in me soars but not too high to elevate anxiety. Just this comfortable light that finds a warmth.
If that make sense I congratulate you because I don't even get it. Just know how mellow I am. And now I just exhale again and start in on listening to music. All the hopes of sailing into a creative storm.
So much beauty comes out of those times. Indeed I look forward to them.
What about you?
As being who I am I understand that the slowness was so necessary to be capable of calm. Less stress that invades me. Even more is the not thinking about what, who are going places. Its just a joyous feeling to be content sitting in the breeze outside, not doing at thing but breathing.
Even more so is the hope to write and enjoy the whips of leaves trailing across the porch and paper. I shrug because the gentleness in rush is over. And as I lean back into the chair, I go over the projects I must complete. Yet there is no rush on them.
The sun is lowering and I am noticing the temperature change. A shawl is needed and a bit of hot tea. And still I sit out here enjoying the breeze. Sure as the coolness overtakes me, my eyes close and I give thanks to Jehovah for the allowances of one more day to learn.
Plenty of chores call to me but I am not ready to start them. I am relaxing with my Father, Jehovah. I smile as the wind picks up and small sprinkles tap my head. Yes I must recognize a cold shower will come. So I laugh and smirk, giving thanks to Jehovah for the release of my thoughts.
Calmly I exhale and then pick up cup, opening door just before a downpour.
Indeed it was kindness that was given.
As I go back in, seeing the darkened rooms I have this good hope of doing extensive research and finding paper to write. Even more so is the absolute peace I am vibrating. The spirit in me soars but not too high to elevate anxiety. Just this comfortable light that finds a warmth.
If that make sense I congratulate you because I don't even get it. Just know how mellow I am. And now I just exhale again and start in on listening to music. All the hopes of sailing into a creative storm.
So much beauty comes out of those times. Indeed I look forward to them.
What about you?
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