Nightfall

 

he wrote once …

Signed Window Light

 

where does love go when the light goes out

a question to ponder

the answer, I believe is under the covers

faith steps in  and out

a dance, a rhythm of breath and sound

where does love go when the lights go out

love is always present

just whisper and listen

I’m here under the covers

©Anita Adams 2018

August Anniversary

it’s been eleven years since we said i do

eleven years of adventure, challenges, laughter, travels, heartache, grief, courage, friendship, adapting to one another’s schedules

my love for you continues to expand

my gratitude for you grows like the pines that flank our property and the marigolds blooming in mid-August

love, ever grateful for you

happy #11 ~ love, me

©Anita Adams 2018

10th Anniversary Wedding Day 8182017

 

Mourning Dove Call

The mourning dove sings in late July – the air thick with humidity as the waterfall gurgles

a song she sings  sounds like an announcement that  summer days will soon end, and school begin

cobwebs form in windowsills and high up in the doorway where spiders await an evening meal

the sweetness of the Dove’s call reminds one to take stock of what we have,  to be fully present, in the here and now, eyes open, ears too – look around and breathe in and breathe –  listen out loud

birds clamor to join  her – Cardinals, Blue Jays, Finches, Frog – All are present for the Dove’s roll call

~Anita Adams 2018

Summer bouquet

fragrant

thick with honeysuckle and roses

fireflies and other flying things

dreams of tomorrows

or playing in a stream

treasures abound

red one, yellow, diamond or gem

water glistening with jewels

waiting to be discovered

uncovered

explored and adored

summertime serenade

flowing dresses, sandals and sun-kissed lemonade

mint, lavender, sage and basil

fragrances rich and thick as fresh laundry blowing on the line

take your pick

flowers or spices

these are mine

a bouquet of honeysuckle, lavender, mint, basil, rosemary and sage – in the center, a single pink rose

a summertime bouquet

©Anita Adams 2018

 

When love calls…

how to answer… with abandon … with caution… with heart wide open… love loves... hurts have torn me to the bone… cored my heart out like one cores out an apple, made me bleed tears and shook me like a coconut tree, left me on a road alone, abandoned with no one to call, feeling naked and afraid,

love calls … like the warmth of the sun when you least expect it, standing alone on the beach, feet in the sand, treasures abound…  the sound of pure love…  unmistakable… it’s more than a sound.. it’s an unexpected encounter with another,

love calls … and our love is  ignited, visible only to us and others who share a deep connection to heart love, a permeable light fills our hearts, mends any residual damage, restores us to a state of wholeness,  and sets our hearts ablaze with a light so bright…it glows and knows without words, that we exist…the ones that love…the ones who believe…the ones who have grieved losses… that love conquers and prevails all trials and tribulations … our hearts opens wide, and what’s left is love’s light

 

Sand Stars

Love Light like stars twinkling in the sand

Planting dreams

A note card sits on my desk. Its message reads Only when she stopped hanging on so tightly did she begin to fly. 

Flying Dream Card

It serves as a reminder to me that my dreams, deserve my attention. The dream is much like a seed planted in rich soil. It requires enough water and sunshine to grow, enough love to see it through. Oxygen and breath are also a necessity. As well as, some thoughtful pruning to bring it to fruition.

Dreams will bloom just like the seed planted carefully in the soil. Imagine a blue bird with gold seeds on its back. These seeds carry in them specific dreams unique for each of us.

My one legged friend sea bird

Look for the gold seed.  In it, is your dream. Plant it and watch it grow into the dream you’ve always known. Time to fly. Dream within our hearts. Dream within our souls.

Signed - Field of Sunflowers

©Anita Adams 2018