BREATH

June 5, 2026June 5, 2026 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Finding that which makes one grateful shouldn’t be a challenge

It’s as simple as our next breath.

When tensions rise, I realize I’m holding my breath – why, you might ask

The answer is simple. I’ve suppressed this gift of life and love, (my breath) due to temporary paralysis or tensions. This momentary lack of clarity upon which course of action I should take in my life leaves me breathless?

As I write this, I realize – Prayer is the first action. Waiting for the Answer is the next.

I possess some patience, not a lot especially as I’m aging. I realize the body is taking some hits and needs more attention and the pleasures of life, like driving are not as pleasant as they once were. Causes: Increased traffic and eyesight issues.

I feel like both hands are clutched around a long cord and I hope I will be pulled up and placed back into my life to live with joy,

Prayer:

Dear God, Heal that in me which is broken or damaged and appears to have taken away my joy. I wait. I am here. May I stay and play happily?

Love, Me

February 15, 2026 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Our Hearts will always be Connected

I wish you could see the beauty of your Spirit…

.. as its aliveness is illuminated into a vibration of longingness and tone, like an ancient Tibetan singing bowl as its sound begins softly and grows louder with each pass of the wooden mallet until the mallet is removed and all that’s left is an angelic tone that gently softens in the air to a quiet stillness and a knowingness that our Souls and Spirits will ALWAYS be connected even when our bodies are no longer visible to one another, or our hands cannot touch the other;

Our Hearts will ALWAYS sense each other’s presence, each other’s love, and nearness.

~ Anita 2/2026

The Journey

December 15, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

My Life’s Journey

Although crooked like a line in the pavement

Confident that I would make it to my intended destination, I wandered with determination, faith and God’s grace into the darkness and discovered God’s hands reaching out to me time and time again.

Grateful am I to know a loving God. Jesus has always been beside me and his Mother, Mary has never failed to comfort and assist me when I felt lost or fearful. Her prayers joined my own and I felt heard, understood and able to relax into the next venture.

Presently, unemployed, I find myself at one of life’s crossroads, and I wait patiently until the fog lifts and the direction is clear.

Grateful for sight, hearing, touch, ability to walk and lose myself in nature and occasionally my sense of smell. These gifts went unnoticed when I was little and now, I thank God for all of them.

May Peace and Gratitude fill your Heart today and always.

~ Anita 12/15/2025

Life's Journey. Senses. Sight. . Hearing. Walking. Talking. Writing. Smell. #Gratitude

With Love & Gratitude

November 15, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Love fills my Heart like a sunrise over the mountain ridge

rising slowly, the sky may include many colors, or just one brilliant color on a clear day

its light and warmth are gentle, like a hug from Nature, God, or True Source

With Love and Gratitude

~Anita Adams 11/15/25

May We Never Forget

September 27, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

#HurricaneHelene #@WNCMountains

One Year Mark – post-Hurricane Helene whose name means ‘Torch’

I survived, my family survived.

Our town did not and has not fully recovered. It will be decades for the towns to return.

So many lives were lost, the numbers are still not clear.

The French Broad River claimed many lives – the water is still thought to be unsafe due to the ever-changing levels of E. coli. What’s murmured but not reported is the bodies and bones of those unknown and unnamed that are still at the bottom of the river, tangled in the branches and undergrowth.

Shock and Post Traumatic Stress still creep up as I, and many others attempt to continue with life without Friends, Family, Doctors, Homes, Jobs, Mountains, and Trees.

The Trees appear to be in shock as Spring ends and Autumn turns to Fall in the Western North Carolina Mountains. The leaves are turning brown and dropping to the ground. They are stressed, like us.

Many today are celebrating and remembering those lost and those who have survived this day, the 27^th of September 2025.

I continue to stop periodically to remember to breathe. Holding my breath now, I remember my doctor and friend, Quinn, whom I and many others mourn her absence after she gave her life in service to others in the aftermath of Hurricane Helene.

Many lost their lives

Many lost their homes

Many lost their businesses

Many broken bones

Trees laid down their lives, rescue workers too

Heal dear Asheville, Swannanoa, Burnsville, Marshall, Black Mountain, too

Father, gather us here, those left, in your arms, help us to restore what’s left, to comfort those who are left to remember and commune respectfully to each other and the land you have given to us to steward, so rich and full of life, color, and surprises,

May we never forget.

~ Anita 9/27/2025

This photo of the Autumn Colours was taken years ago…. I hope we see these colours next year! #RememberingAutumnSplendor

Into the Woods….

August 21, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

a place of quiet solitude – of life

the wonderful meeting of earth and sky

the smell of the forest after a rain

visually, my eyes take in the colour ‘green’ so abundant in the Ferns, Pines, Mosses, Grass

a butterfly emerges to discover the nectar found among the rich variety of flowers and ferns to sustain her journey onward

I come with a grateful heart to embrace life, oxygen, and the natural beauty found in the forest to sustain me for another day

~ Anita Adams 8/21/2025

Someone once wrote - Into the Forest I go, to lose my mind and FIND my Soul! I feel this way on every walk as I breathe in the fresh oxygen and give thanks for the Trees who so selflessly share this with us.

Grief, Sorrow & Peace

July 18, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

_{Grief has arrived and with it every day and night is different}

Someone I loved has left this earth, this one was my ‘Momma’ – the Matriarch – the Queen Bee

She left peacefully, surrounded by those closest to her that loved her completely

Music played in the her bedroom – familiar songs of ‘Mack the Knife’ ‘Moon River’ and more – songs she danced to just a few months ago

She became young again before our eyes – her complexion was radiant – not a wrinkle in sight – eyes closed, Dad said she looks likes she’s 40 years old

the Minutes, Hours, Days and now, Weeks that she’s been Gone from Our Sight have been filled with Memories, Conversations, Disbelief and questions of What now?

I communicate not only through my thoughts with her, but in writing, I don’t believe I’ve been able to still my mind enough to connect with God, yet, I have had chats with my Mom. Perhaps she is the conduit, the Angel who is here to share with me more before her voice’s whisper is also heard less and less?

In my minds’ eye, I see Momma in Heaven – gloriously radiant, dressed in a long white gown with gold light surrounding her as she now adjusts to her new environment in Heaven. She’s dancing with her daughter, my sister, Roxane, other friends and relatives effortlessly and joyfully. She’s home. Knowing that she is joyful and at peace, gives me a peaceful feeling that she is truly home.

Momma and I (2023)

Rest in Peace Momma – Ama tua figlia (Love your daughter)

Anita Adams (2025)

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Warmth of the Sun…

April 27, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Green is the colour outside my window

Waterfall trickles to the pond below

Goldfish and Frogs live Joyfully

All is in bloom

~ Anita Adams 4/27/2025

Where am I going?

April 13, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Walk with me….

Into stillness and Serenity.

A path in the woods to listen to the silence and inhale the fragrance of the pines and hemlocks, squeeze the oaks, poplars and beech trees, and breathe gratitude for the oxygen they give to all so selflessly.

By the River floating sticks under bridges and looking through the clear water to the jewels of stones glimmering in the sun’s warmth!

In the Garden to walk among the tulips, daffodils, roses and other friends, breathing in their fragrance and letting it intoxicate me into a smile.

On top of the Mountain after a long winding hike under the canopy of the pines, hemlock, maples, poplar and dogwoods until a stone clearing presents itself with a view of the valley below or the clouds above with a blue sky and mountain ridges as long as the eye can see until my heart feels their gifts.

Walk along the seashore in search of seashells, sounds from the surf, a feeling from the wind and the warmth of the sun.

Clouds carry me gently into the Heart of the Creator one minute, one day at a time.