A note card sits on my desk. Its message reads Only when she stopped hanging on so tightly did she begin to fly.
It serves as a reminder to me that my dreams, deserve my attention. The dream is much like a seed planted in rich soil. It requires enough water and sunshine to grow, enough love to see it through. Oxygen and breath are also a necessity. As well as, some thoughtful pruning to bring it to fruition.
Dreams will bloom just like the seed planted carefully in the soil. Imagine a blue bird with gold seeds on its back. These seeds carry in them specific dreams unique for each of us.
Look for the gold seed. In it, is your dream. Plant it and watch it grow into the dream you’ve always known. Time to fly. Dream within our hearts. Dream within our souls.
©Anita Adams 2018
A rainy day in May
lasted all month long
with clouds and hail
winds and flooding
who knew a rainy day
could blow down trees
and delay Spring
today the sun shone
today, now the 4th of June
there’s a saying in the mountains of Western North Carolina
if you don’t like the weather, wait a few moments, it will change
the rainy moment, turned into a day, into a month, the month of May.
©Anita Adams 2018
Asking and receiving
through prayer and meditation
Noticing when it’s here
with eyes open
How to step into it
by dropping all else and being fully present in the moment
To recognize it
and open my eyes and heart wide
To feel it deep within my being
and stay with it as long as possible
To embrace it with my whole being
as I would any friend or loved one
As if … I were a child again
© Anita Adams 2018
a bird’s call
i love mornings when the birds call
what are they saying – ‘there’s new food in the feeders’
‘it’s not raining, come quick – eat while you can before the squirrels feast on these delicious sunflower seeds’
or are they announcing the dawn of a new day and just saying ‘good morning’
i love their songs, they bring a smile to my heart and urge me to rise and greet them as the darkness dissipates and turns gradually into day.
Lullabys are lazy and fluid – like a warm summer breeze or a slow moving river
- – a summer breeze that ever so lightly ruffles the thin window sheers,
- – or a slow moving river that barely carries the thick blanket of pollen to the ocean like a giant barge moving train cars through a canal in winter, not as fast as an inch worm.
Lullabys, like this summer breeze, sometimes brings with it a fragrant smell of honeysuckle followed by a hint of clover and wild roses. A smell that’s so intoxicating and memorable. That smell alone, whispers a lullaby that spring has become summer.
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Remember the familiar lullaby that begins:
hush little baby, don’t you cry now sings….
honeysuckle and clover will soon visit to soothe your tired eyes
the sun shines through the sheers letting you know – you are not alone
hush little baby, don’t you cry beckons…
the doves play outside your window, playing leap frog or piggy back over pillows
hush little baby, don’t you cry…
the river’s singing a whisper to sleep soundly, all is well, make a wish upon the fireflies and soon the night sky will light up like the 4th of July.
hush little baby, don’t you cry … close your eyes … wish upon a star … dry your tears — smell the the sky… and dream of fireflies on the 4th of July.
© Anita Adams 5/14/2018
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
How can I live here with all this grief…
… with all these memories and little relief?
How can I live here without being?
How can I live here and still breathe?
Faith. Trust. A hug. A hand. A shared prayer.
… Just Believe – He answered, He appeared.
© Anita Adams 5/7/2018