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

2020 – A New Year’s Eve Sonnet

Written 12/31/2019

60

Health

Joy

Life’s purpose

All collide to form an artistic mosaic


Earth is returned to dirt and light

Moon and Sun

Birds’ song and flight


Seasons once present – beckon to return

Winter

Spring

Summer

Fall


Love’s root – the Oak

Its branches – the birds’ song

All combined, reach up to the Heavens – to the One who resides there


All Hearts connected through an invisible thread – Love

Listen to Love’s guidance

attentive presence is all that’s required

~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019

May 17th – Life in the time of Corona

Days segue into weeks, into months and these are what I notice – the sounds of the birds in the morning are happy, joyful and free! Baby birds long for their morning food. The Cardinals, both mother and father are happily gathering birdseed from the feeders, the Robins are busy getting their fill from the soft ground and abundant selection of worms ;

This morning I awoke for some time to express myself to record my thoughts – I’ve been awake since 5ish, and as I sit typing away, the birds are calling to one another and although I can’t see them yet, I know their calls and hear their joy, not their concern;

The days are longer now. It appears that Spring has truly arrived with temperatures in the upper 70’s to low 80’s and the evenings in the upper 40’s to low 50’s.

Last week we were still having temperatures in the 30’s in the evenings and the highs were in the 50’s.

Our garden is twice the size of last year. I suggested we plant only spinach and some other herbs – cilantro, parsley and squash. My husband decided to plant our one and only tomato plant, recently purchased from the local Farmer’s Market in mid April when we had warmer temperatures for several days in a row. The tomato plant died in the first frost, the spinach survived and the squash was frostbitten last week although, he has assured me it’s coming back – yay!

A mourning dove is cooing and the cardinals, robins, catbirds, mockingbirds, bluebirds and Carolina wrens are gathering in clusters to exchange their morning hellos as the night sky gives way to the sun’s dawning;

My routine has been compounded with more work than I was accustomed to and it’s been difficult for me to find time in solitude – to allow for the natural flow of words to spill onto the page; although time for mediation and walking have managed to remain a part of my morning or evening routine;

It’s Sunday, now 6:05 a.m. and the day promises to be full of sunshine like yesterday when I finally had some hours to clean my house with Murphy’s oil soap on the kitchen cabinets and the entryway; vacuumed all of the floor areas and did some highlighted dusting; went for a walk and ate a late lunch which turned into dinner – afterwards I was tired and napped until 8 pm or so, then a spurt of energy kept me awake until 11:30 pm. Telephone calls accompanied me after cleaning and laundry – I enjoyed the sun shine wearing green shorts and a white sleeveless shirt as I pocketed my phone and blue-tooth headset, laced up tennis shoes for a walk, and headed out the door and into my neighborhood to give my body some exercise.

The rhythm of the day was broken by the return of my loved one in mid-afternoon. Silence was just beginning to settle into my mind and body. It is in these silent moments that creativity reveals itself.

Life and love in the time of corona has been difficult for me, with less rest and more work. My second grandson was born April 30th and this weekend we were going to see him, however, my loved one had a scratchy throat earlier, probably allergies but, traveling to see a newborn without knowing for sure if that’s all this was, we decided to wait.

My head is full of pollen and my ears and nose are not happy with the thick yellow dust.

The birds outside my office grace the back yard as the clouds begin to gently dissipate and dark skies give way to morning light.

The grocery store is a dreaded place for me these days. I wouldn’t mind going if everyone would wear their facemasks and keep the designated six feet apart for social distancing. The numbers of COVID19 positive cases have continued to climb here as tests are finally filtering into our area.

A friend shared with me yesterday, he feels like he’s been placed in his room as if he had done something wrong. As he spent more time with himself, and less time running from place to place, he began to understand that this is a time for personal reflection and introspection. And it’s been good! I couldn’t agree more.

Most people have ‘sheltered in place’ since March 19th I’m told – almost two months. The government has given all people money in the amount of $1200/adult and $500/child to assist all of us with some sort of reassurance that we would eventually be able to return to work.

Those whose jobs no longer seem essential and many businesses have closed and it’s unknown who will survive this shutdown of our economy all over the world.

Those who are working are called Essential workers. These include hospitals, nursing homes, administrative supports, transportation drivers and farmers, IT support, and those guardians of people who are unable to make decisions for themselves and depend on their guidance and support of their guardians, companies who are manufacturing facemasks, ventilators, pharmacies and grocery stores, gas stations, emergency and waste management services.

The skies have never been bluer or the air, cleaner – I believe we all must UNITE and adjust to our planet’s cries and the cries of people of every nation.


I’ve come up with a list called the GREEN LAWS

  1. Every country worldwide need cease all manufacturing, nonessential air and highway travel for two consecutive days each week to keep our atmosphere clean;
  2. Face coverings should be worn and the social distancing of 6′ should be maintained in all large settings;
  3. ALL fracking and tree destruction should completely cease
  4. Trains should be implemented with limited cars to keep the spread of the invisible virus in check
  5. Time to ourselves is mandatory if we are to find creative ways to coexist with our planet and each other
  6. Plant gardens and share your surplus
  7. Plant trees and observe enforce zoning laws that allow for all people to have gardens for fresh vegetables and fruit to grow
  8. Enjoy the earth and its fruits – pick up your garbage
  9. Take care of those who are struggling – the homeless, the mentally ill, the aged
  10. Remember we are stewards of this planet – no more dumping waste into the ocean
  11. No more plastic – think of something different
  12. Education should be a given for ALL people regardless of socioeconomic status and birth control should be taught so that people will not explode and destroy what is here
  13. Each country should manufacture what they need using clean emission practices only
  14. We are all ONE

This is a lot of change – what are your creative ideas and solutions telling you?

Peace and health be with you and yours.

Life in the time of Corona

Week 3 or 4

My father used to say to me, the sun comes up and the sun goes down. In other words, you can count on this each day. If I couldn’t focus on anything else, I could observe these two certainties even if it was raining, snowing, sleeting, or a bright sunny day. He was right!

Since my first piece entitled Week 1 – Wake Up Call, there have been many other reflections and happenings. These changes and awarenesses for me have consisted of these:

  • a suggested practice of gratitude every morning with my colleagues to start our work day
  • we are among the few who are considered essential services and continue to have a job to drive to and show up during the week – we’ve gone through feelings of guilt and gratefulness, and our workload has increased as we do our best to take care of the many Guardians who are caring for the many who have no one else to comfort, guide and tend to their needs. We all feel that this service is very humbling and we are all very grateful to work with such loving individuals.
  • face masks (if you are fortunate to have one) are worn daily when going out into the public for grocery shopping, a walk for exercise depending upon whether or not we are in a place of contact with others
  • hand washing is paramount
  • do not touch your face
  • wash your work clothes each day
  • keeping the distance between ourselves is very important
  • Shelter in Place means one must stay in the confines of their home or land if you are fortunate to have land or a neighborhood to walk in
  • there is no testing available as of yet for all personnel
  • nurses, doctors, caregivers, pharmacists, clerks in the grocery store, hardware store do not have face masks or gloves
  • a cure or vaccine has not been created yet
  • there is no definitive timeline as to when life as we were living it will return

Gratitude/ Lessons learning

As I read my daily devotionals and meditated upon what I gleaned, what I am learning during this pandemic in my dot on the globe, my observations and reflections consists of some of these:

  • The air has never been cleaner
  • The sound of stillness while strange, allows me to listen to the earth, the birds, the water in our pond as it flows from the waterfall
  • How essential it is to check on the heart and mind of those around me – calls me to create notes or cards of love – to connect with my heart and prayer
  • I pray each morning and night and have posted to FaceBook at 9 pm Prayer and Meditation for all who wish to join me for 3 minutes or more for our world
  • Gratitude for what we have is essential

Lastly, I would like to share a Prayer with you that sums up what is in my heart and mind.

Prayer during a time of Unknowingness

Dear God, True Source,

Please hear the prayers of many for our world, for the hungry, the homeless, our families, children, neighbors, friends and those we know and those we don’t.

There is much to be grateful for and much we have taken for granted. Forgive us for any prejudices and any unkind words spoken or unspoken. Forgive us for past or future excess in our life. As I write this I remember Jesus saying just ‘come and follow me’. They didn’t pack a basket, bag, suitcase – life was walked in Faith that all would be well. And all was well.

Please shower the earth with your Grace.

Forgive us for those we have not taken care of and for our world and its pain and suffering that so many have ignored its cries.

May peace, health, love and healing return to all beings and all living things of the earth. May we never take for granted again that which has been so beautifully provided by you for us. May we share and exchange words of kindness like the birds who fly effortlessly through the sky and converse every morning with politeness.

The Golden Rule: Do unto other as you would have them do unto you.

Thank you Father. – Amen