Onward through the Fog

Years ago, I traveled with my son, age four to Austin Texas in a 3 on the column chocolate brown with white camper GMC Truck and no A/C. We would drive 8 hours then stop at a La Quinta for the night, rested, eat, and drive another for a period of three 8 hour legs. We finally arrived in Austin and visited a head shop during that time called Oat Willies. They had a bumper sticker which I later attached to my truck that read Onward through the Fog.

On foggy mornings, like the one we’re having today, those words come to mind with a different meaning.

  • First things First
  • Make a List
  • Write a bit
  • Pray and Meditate
  • Stretch, walk, exercise
  • Create something that makes me smile

Leaving you with the same excitation: Onward through the Fog!

A New Years Eve Tradition

Pack a bag with all that I desire for myself and loved ones in the year that follows – a tradition I’ve been celebrating for over 20 years

Red underwear for a year of romance and passion says the Italians

Yellow underwear for health claim the CostaRicans

Mix and match I say

Writing a list of desires and packing them in a bag to walk out into the New Year at the stroke of mid-night with a prayer – an intention in my heart for myself and others packed neatly and carried by my side

A sparkler or popper, firework or two with a piece of dark chocolate and a sip of something sparkling to clink as my love and I greet and love our way into a New Year

2020 – 60 awaits me, I’m half way there – hopefully, healthier and wiser – living my dreams instead of just dreaming them

traveling wherever we would like to go with enough to sustain us and share as we go

Happy New Year one and all!

~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019

Sparkle On!

End of November – day of Gratitude

There are so many people and things to be grateful for and as I reflect on a few of them this morning of Thanksgiving, I’m reminded to close my eyes, open my ears and listen. What do I hear?

WNCW radio playing a host of wonderful music to cook by, laugh at, sing to and dance while twirling around in the kitchen

My husband’s whisper of gratitude for me in his life

God’s whisper I love you and my response, I love you too!

Now, to open my eyes – the sun is shining amid the bare branches with a few leaves waiting for that strong breeze to lay them to rest on the ground below

An amazing blue sky that reaches to the heavens

The ground below my feet, wiggling of my toes

The beat of a drum

The smell of sweet potatoes baking in the oven soon, to be turned into an amazing sweet potato pie

Cornbread cooked last night in preparation for baked cornbread dressing and perhaps Spfe-his – a Lebanese hors d’oeuvres of lamb, cinnamon, pine nuts and more

My body swaying to the rhythm of the drum

Endless possibilities

Mountain vistas and sunsets

Memories of a moment captured for a Mom’s hug

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Love, Anita