Time to Exhale.

It's been a long day.

Feet ache, mind can't concentrate

I need to exhale.

Dump my bags at door,

Kick off shoes and slump on the floor

It's time.

Turn on the warm bath water,

Pour in the lavender scented foaming bath oils

And let the water run till it's just right.

Dim the lights,

Light the French vanilla candles on the vanity top

And let the music play

Nocturne Op.9, No.2 by Chopin, played by Vladim Chaimovich

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E6b3swbnWg

One foot in, next foot in,

Sink into the warm water,

Soak and wash away all the days’ troubles.

Away you go,

Inhale the freshness and let the music take you away,

Skate, glide, run your fingers on the water surface.

Splash, laugh, smile,

Feel the bubbles between your fingers and toes

Blow a few and let them sail.

Light, free and beautiful.

Breathe in and out,

Time to exhale.

Life Dance.

It's dark outside. A little past 8 o'clock and the moon peaks out from the few wispy clouds in the royal blue sky. He flicks on the switch and lights the trees in the garden. It's like magic.

One by one each tree lights up from root to stem to branch to leaves. White, blue, green, red and warm gold lights filter through the garden. It's like the fairy-tale fairies blowing pixie dust on the trees zapping them to life. He dusts some fallen leaves off his shirt and hits the play button to warm smooth jazzy tunes.

You could almost hear it. The sweet tunes of the sax reverberate through the garden to the sweet accompaniment of the piano and soft drums. To-do-cha...to-do-do-cha. Probably sounded a little like this... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiRTjZB9lBY  (The Road to Peace by Gerald Albright)

She. She watches from a distance, sort of like a child stealing glances  from behind a curtain on a Christmas night in disbelief,  when , if ever it did happen, the mythical Santa came to life. It's too good to be true. He is too good to be true.

He, not Santa, but her man, walks towards her, his heart beating slightly faster than the norm. Thank God she can't hear it. Their eyes meet and she becomes a ball of nerves. Excitement, jitters, giddiness, delight, oh it's too much. What she doesn't know is that he is feeling it too.

"Shall I have this dance, my lady?" he says while trying to look cool and keep calm.

She nods and timidly gives him her hand. They dance under the navy starry skies and everything seems to stop for them. She takes it all in. Him next to her, the feel of her hands in his. Comfortable, safe, steady...like home. She soaks in his fresh aqua cologne and his very presence. The moment couldn't feel better than this.

He on the other hand looks at her and can't stop smiling. It's not just her enchanting brown eyes or her sweet giggle nor the endless joy she brings him but that he just struck gold with her. Because on this very day, He did. And she did. And they said I do to each other- forever and ever. Nothing beats that.

He holds her closer and she holds him closer and so their life dance begins.

He Comes to Rescue

Lonely.

Isolated. Alone. Without company.

Dark, gloom, quiet.

Silence!

Body trembles.

“It’s going to be a big one!”

“Grab hankies, tissues, anything that is absorbent!

The water works are coming down now!”

Raging waters erupt from her tear ducts.

In between sniffles and sobs,

She seeks relief to this biting lonesomeness.

Intangible sadness drowns her, deeper than any black hole.

Kicking and screaming, she sinks deeper and deeper into this engulfing fog.

It’s choking! Life sucking! And when it’s just about to steal her very last breath,

He comes to her rescue.

“Do not be afraid,” He says, “for I am with you,” He says

As He reaches out, and pulls her closer to Him.

"Be not dismayed for I, I am your God.

I will strengthen you,

Yes I will help you.

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

He embraces her tightly and reassuringly.

His love takes her captive in the best of ways.

The Lord is good,

For He is her stronghold in the day (and time) of trouble;

And He knows those who trust in Him,

And she…she trusts in Him.

Status. Happy. Very happy. In fact elated! Ecstatic!

Not alone…With someone, 

Not just anyone

With Him,

 The Lover of her soul. #Atpeace.

*Sources: New King James Version-Nahum 1:7 and Isaiah 41:10.

It's a Little Past Midnight...

It's a little past midnight and the clock is ticking away.

Tick tock tick tock.

The second hand is moving,

Keeping to the rhythm, 

Of the old clock's song.

Tick tock tick tock. 

Does time ever stop, pause, stop?

Tick tock tick tock.

If you had a moment, chance or opportunity, 

What would you do if the clock actually stopped?

Tick ...tock...tock...tick...

Would you run to the river,

To the river for a swim?

Or run past the weaver

Past the weaver for a dream?

Tick tock tock tick

Would you run for your wheels, 

For your wheels for a spin?

Or run to the fields

To the fields for a sleep?

Tick tock tock tick

It's a little past midnight and the clock is ...

Tick tock tick tock

Tick tock ticking away....

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