Change
Criticism
Fault
Blame
Acceptance
Surrender
Acceptance
Peace
~ Anita Adams 9/19/2026
Acceptance
The Next Chapter
Retirement. ? Sounds lovely, but is it really?
What’s happened to me can really be described like the rogue sock tumbling in the dryer attaching itself to odd things in order to get lost or ONE DAY be FOUND.
I began with thoughts of lots of time for CREATIVITY – Writing, Walking, Photography, Clearing the Clutter from my home, drawers, closets, GARAGE! – Some of this has happened! SOME of this has remained the same or increased with the unwanted ten pounds I gained! Shingles, Cortisol, Grief, Stress, other responsibilities became more demanding. Losing my Mom last July 4th.
Like the sock tumbling in the dryer aimlessly, yet longing to attach itself to something, I am attempting to become comfortable with being uncomfortable and not knowing the direction in which to be at peace and find my NEW purpose.
If anyone reading this would like to share their personal NEXT CHAPTER story, I would welcome how you arrived where you are in one piece with happiness and joy, instead of longing and aimless.
Like the Sock in a Dryer
I stumble out of bed
Go to my Yoga Room
Sometimes to write and pray first
Other times, to move my body
and strengthen my muscles
in an attempt to grow stronger and leaner
My pleas for help from God, I believe are heard
for some reason, unknown to me at this moment
the sock is stuck in my ear and I cannot hear the guidance
Peace to you and yours,
7/25/26 ~ Anita Adams
Missing Sock Mate – Missing Soul Mate ?
Prepare for the NEXT CHAPTER – it’s not as lovely OR Easy as you might believe it to be. As I say this, I realize that every chapter, transition in my life has been a challenge. Change no matter what it is – IS different. Bring a Friend, have a routine, even if it’s small at first, it will help, while you look back at the list of to-dos and hope to’s.
With Love and Gratitude, Anita
BREATH
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
Spiritual Connectedness
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
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
With Love & Gratitude
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
#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 27th 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….
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
Grief, Sorrow & Peace
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)
Warmth of the Sun…
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
Called to Write 