New Jeanland

The amusement of laying near the door is the drifting of my mind into the waves of thoughts that surround my day, and I begin to tell the story as the rhythmic beat of crickets and frogs pound a loud pulse of their song that settles into the back of my mind and supports the wandering of my self-muse.  I neither work for it nor does it come into question, I just lay here with my legs propped high and naturally on the sofa waiting for her reply from the land of peace.  Patience is my guide and happiness is my companion bringing smiles of delight and tickles of the newness of the meeting, meaning is brought to bear down from heaven in giftings from angels, as though it were my own writings.  I recognize the gift is not mine it is His and I want to be a conduit of Love and a keeper of the mysterious sounds that crickets hold eternal, for those who have ears to hear it.