Art on the side

So much to do – so little time – art on the side.

Where to start? – at the beginning of course …

When I was young, plans just formed, play just happened, eyes were bigger, hearts and hands opened wider!

Instruments -paper, pen, pencil was best – as long as an eraser was attached at the end. Drawing commenced with my brothers and me – whatever we pleased. Watching Looney Tunes while eating Cocoa-Cocoa Crispies!

What a way to begin a Saturday or Snow Day with chocolate and art at our fingertips!

Art is imagination wide open! A place to explore with paper and pencil, sticks and music by the creek water trickles!

All is possible while looking and listening to one’s surroundings. A piece is created by the art of imagination!

Listening to Joni Mitchell while creating a collage! Two poster boards, magazines, glue, scissors, windows and a jar!

Journal out thoughts – prayers end the day. Then off to bed, dreaming of the next day’s play!

My play days ended far too soon.

However, I still dream of Art on the Side by the light of the crescent moon .

~ Anita Adams 2/23/2019

Looking for a Word

It’s cold and damp this February morning in the Appalachia mountains – bluejays, cardinals and squirrels are confused by the signs of a very early Spring – scattered with drops of freezing temperatures.

I, too, feel somewhat confused by the seasons lack of consistency . Winter is a necessary part of nesting, creative percolating – a time that’s been interrupted by an climate change.

Will the Spring come too soon and all be destroyed with the many frosts that should be forthcoming?

The word is a question and question is the word.

Where was love when the light went out?

Where does love go when the light goes out? A question he asked once as a young man in his 60’s . He doesn’t remember asking these days. However, the question is a good one and has remained with me. How to answer this? Love is always present within every human being I believe. For some, a place in the dark could also represent a place of silence, loneliness, or the sound of mental chatter grinding away while one wishes for a lover’s embrace.

As a child, I recall needing two doors left wide open, and a nightlight on at all times in order to feel safe enough to close my eyes and attempt to go to sleep. Where was love in this dark twin bed on the third floor of Macon Avenue?

Why was light the only key to my safety?

Where was love when this light went out?

~ Anita Adams 2/4/2019

Where’s Winter?

Here in Applachia …

land of heavy snowfalls, frost, rime ice and mistletoe

winter seems to have passed us by returning to Spring

daffodils and irises are sprouting through the brown, soggy ground

record rainfalls, fog and plenty of clouds

Where’s winter asks the worms as they squirm along the pavement looking for their home in the darkness of the earth

Where’s winter asks the fish in the pond as they swim around, confused by warm temperatures, sunshine, short days and rain

Where’s winter asks the trees as they sway back and forth confused by the winds of an early Spring…instead of Winter’s frozen ground

Where’s winter asks the farmers as their fields begin to sprout

Where’s winter asks I as I look about?

© Anita Adams 1/2019

Year ends – New beginnings

I’m often reminded that each day I have a choice to begin again – anew – to make amends where needed – that there’s so much to be grateful for – there’s always something to give back to people – the planet – that something is as simple as a smile – a thank you – it’s love in every form of kindness and respect to another human being, mother earth, animal, flower, tree, stream. Pick up trash, recycle, decrease use of plastic and anything else that will not decompose in a landfill – cook more – share what you have – care for self and loving self is NOT selfish. This year as in years past, I create a list of prayers and intentions for myself and those I love before the year ends, and at the stroke of midnight, I walk into the New Year of New beginnings with list in hand and a heart full of all that I would love to happen for myself, others, our planet, my community and the universe trusting that the God of my understanding hears me always and answers my requests in His time. 

Happy, Peaceful and Healthy New Year to all!

© Anita Adams – 12/29/2018

Tangerine skies over the Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina. Photographer: Anita Adams of NC Trees Photography
New Beginnings

Colds, Flu and Viruses

my son telephoned this afternoon – I answered hell-o .

He asked, how are you feeling? Not as well as I’d like to be, I said.

Additional questions followed, are you still seeing the Natural Medicine doctor, have you tried traditional western medicine? I replied, yes I have. It’s a virus, the immune system is low.

It’s the season for colds, flu and viruses.

I’ve had a virus for five days just before Christmas holidays – missing a ballet, relaxing time with some friends and family, missing work. It’s inconvenient and exhausting. I am very contentious about what I eat, the sounds of another’s cough, sniffly nose, or the mention of the words feeling bad. I run the other way. Unfortunately, not always fast enough.

What to do? Rest. Watch a move. Drink lemon ginger tea. Take elderberry, echinacea, drink lots of water and chicken soup just tastes better when I’m down.

It’s time for the afternoon nap, the droopy eyes are happening and I know some much needed liquid is needed.

Please think twice before going out in public while sick, there are many of us who want to stay well and give their heartfelt thanks to those who do heed this simple request.

May 2019 be a healthier year for you and yours.