Shedding

stigma

color

smile

laughter

withdrawn

grief

all COVID aches

we ALL feel them

what’s the answer

sit in the uncomfortable

accept that we are all different

our beliefs, our gender, our voices, our collective concscious

the time is here to join as one voice – united

for good, truth, kindness, empathy, compassion, forgiveness

in love

©Anita Adams 10/2020

United in love

Once upon a time

in October

the lanterns were lit

pumpkins carved

marigolds flourished

pond overflowed

red bud trees turn green, yellow and brown

it’s a time of decay and renewal

the sourwood stands at attention brilliant red with gold tassels up top

the Japanese maple – deep red – neither tree are ready to say farewell

so …

once upon a time for a nanosecond maybe more – the earth and water stood still

© Anita Adams 10/2020

So still the leaf laid on top.

Life in the year of COVID

a simple question has rested on my desk for a year or more –

it reads Where am I headed? – a great question. These are my reflections today….


Where am I headed?

Hours turn into days

days into weeks

weeks into months

time, tasks, memories and dreams are all that are left

an invisible bag of dreams

photographic and emotional memories

with no where to go, no where to run – except to God


Trail at Max Patch ~ Anita of NC Trees Photography.com

as I stand at the foot of the mountain or a day of enormous work demands- before I climb – I pause, take a deep breath and pray to the Divine – ‘Guide me – I do not know where or what you want of me – Guide me’

exercising my body and mind – I follow a schedule and take each moment as it comes…

…. when moments of laughter or joy surface – I give in and embrace these as a miracle

when tears fall, I let them flow

at the end of the day, I see that I made it through another day – unscathed, stronger or softer, more open than closed, more grateful than not – perhaps, the answer to the question: Where am I headed? is this – Awareness and Gratitude for all the Blessings seen and felt.

Peace to you on your Journey of Life.

~ Anita 9/2020

For the love of One

heart is heavy

tears sift like starchy water through the steel colander

dreams become nightmares

showering helps them dissipate

dressing in exercise attire

she exercises her body

while meditating to strengthen her soul

giving thanks and trusting

the One who knows her

leaving all her hopes, dreams, fears, her life in the hands

For the love of One

Potholes and Mud Pies

Potholes and Mud pies

Potholes can be any thing…

misuse of words in a sentence to describe something else

memory loss when scrambling to complete a task

finishing a painting or coloring a photo, and all that’s left to choose from is the color brown

cracks in the sidewalk

holes on a paved city street or country gravel road where the water has filled them up with rain, dirt and gravel

Potholes

… when knowing and remembering collide and stop one in their tracks

. . . like recalling one’s name, a favorite book, poem, song, and it’s attached to some invisible thread so fine that no one can see it, and you pray for the memory to return, the brain to be restored

and when it is …

you make mud pies and dance

© Anita Adams 2020

Finding my way….

it’s been a long and winding road with lots of valleys and a few mountains

sunny days and cloudy days, stormy and snow covered

with moments of paralysis and days filled with miracles

living one day at a time is the answer to this life of mine

Invisible no more

hand in hand I dance with the Divine

~ Anita Adams 7/18/2020

When is enough enough?

when sadness is all one feels

when death surrounds us

when confined small spaces either mentally or physically cause one to hold their breath

when another way fails to present itself

when the prescribed medication turns into an addiction and you choose to continue to struggle for your memory each day and live, rather than be held hostage to the drug that’s coursing through your veins and wants you to take your life

when the scale has jumped ten pounds and clothing is too tight

when there’s no bread on the bread aisle even though you may not eat it, it makes you cry for those who do

when the rain falls from the sky full of acid and destroys the evergreens

when officials believe the Black lives don’t matter

when others are starving and we have plenty to share even if the bread shelves are empty

when the innocent are incarcerated without evidence or killed because of the color of one’s skin

What then?

heart cries out HELP to the one who resides within – and soon the cry becomes a prayer

and one day the prayer is answered by the one within with a question: What took you so long?

relaxed and assured – I know now – Enough is Enough

© Anita Adams