he wrote once …
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
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
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
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
via 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…
Love Light like stars twinkling in the sand
A note card sits on my desk. Its message reads Only when she stopped hanging on so tightly did she begin to fly.
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.
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.
©Anita Adams 2018
