Outdoor meditation

The ideas that fall from my mind. Oh how I want so badly to tell you all that is going on. The need to say and unload the day into the minds of another. Still the release is told to Jehovah instead. That is gracious of how the day should be. I am capable of just letting Jehovah take all that putting pressure upon me, the havign that semi calm spread of wonder i my eyes.

I am sitting here staring out at nature after a rainstorm. This echo of trees keeps the mind still. The whispers of the leaves and the rattle of my cat's collar allows the day to feel complete. Although, for me, it is just beginning. The load of laundry has shaken the last droplets free and now the dryer is finding every pocket of woven cotton to be warmed. Seems as though I am in a simple stillness yet my mind is rambling so many things. The words, the context of the thoughts. Just need to be laid to rest for a bit. 

The mind is quivering in the ideas or levels of complexity. Clearly as I sit here watching all butterflies and wasps circle in a dance for attention. As I even watch the birds sway to the feeders in front of the large glass windows. As I look up to divert my eyes, I see the wing span of eagles and vultures alike spreading feathers tot he wind above the tree tops. 

It is those moments when my mother interrupts to check on me. Not because I am quiet but because the silence in the house is uncertain. The trail of of blinks causes her to question if I am alright nor not. Sure I am spaced out but the mind and the heart are not sick nor is this soul. My spirit is just meditating on the beauty of the outdoors. 

And as we both laugh in the inspections of clothing for interviews the idea that my mother respects my views, is remarkable. The stresses that are projecting outside my soul, are being recognized and addressed. And as I speak to her about the weights that are sitting on my shoulders the ease that comes from Jehovah's support finds my release of toxicity. The stillness becomes a new calm. A exhale to the difficulties to pursue in the next few days.

Alas this is how much I have wanted to tell you, yet the one who listens is Jehovah and I am thankful that he is the one responding. Yes it would be nice to have someone else hear my voice and weight he solutions with me, yet to lean upon Jehovah is the best reward and privilege I can gain. That is the benefit of not having friends at the other end of a phone line. 

Yet prayer does answer so many things. So one day I will be able to tell you how gracious a voice is, who is kindred in comprehending and knowing me. Until then I am going to continue to let the wind cool my heated stress as Jehovah is telling me to do. Then I am going to find calm in the craziness of this week by reading the bible and talking to my mother about what I have found new in Jehovah's words. 

That is, thank you foe giving me back, Jehovah's reminders and guidance. Thank you for telling me all that is stopping me is ME. I have to remind myself all the time that no one stops me but me. Best advice besides scriptures or experiences to read. For that, I am thankful to known you and had you in my life. Maybe again, someday, I hope. 

Until then I will awe at Jehovah's gifts and guidance. APply them and continue to grow. I smile. I am grateful.