Grief and Seasons …..

An image of white snow and black trees

How much I have missed the Winter…

Yesterday we had a beautiful surprise of snowfall, flakes large enough to catch on my tongue – a moment of Joy during a time of intense grieving

Hurricane Helene left her mark on our beautiful community of Asheville NC and surrounding areas, homes, businesses, lives, trees, trails, the devastation is so glaring especially to those of us who grew up here in what was a very safe, serene and beautiful oasis. It’s been almost two months since the storm hit. September 26th ! No one was prepared. No power, no cell phones, and days later no water for over a month! Water was resumed on the 18th of September. It was deemed safe enough to shower in and consume. For me, and I think for many others, the water does not taste safe. I will continue to drink bottled or spring water and to cook with these instead of consuming them.

The day after the Water was deemed safe, my heart while not keeping up with the grief, exploded into sobs which turned into physical heaving and a need to reach out to someone to share this grief. God, in his infinite wisdom, gave me the courage to contact a friend, who was just the person to let me process some of this grief in the form of tears. I imagine it will take some time before we are able to process all of it and before we feel truly safe again in our homes from the next wind or torrential rain event.


Four Season Girl

Spring is a happy time that beckons all to plant, explore, enjoy the outdoors and the color of green is all around us dotted with flowers in every shade and the birds as they find their way back to our feeders, baths and ponds

Summer is a time for travel, vacation, cleaning out the excess visit the beaches for a swim and shell seeking OR float down the French Broad River in a canoe or kayak quietly and enjoy its ebb and flow while looking for the Eagle, Herron or Egret (please NO tubing with boom boxes and beer – it’s disturbing to those of us who love the serenity floating down the river brings.)

Autumn is a time to walk the trails and mountains and absorb the last explosion of colors red, orange, yellow and greens in all the trees that one can see on any given day

Winter a time to slow down and look inward – bake, bask in the shorter days and rest more while still awaiting for a much desired snowfall and its silence and cleanliness as it blankets the trees and eventually the ground as if it to clean the air, the trees and the earth


Spring – White Trillium- Photo: Anita Adams, NCTreesPhotography.com

Summer – Mountain Stream – Photo by Anita Adams, NCTreesPhotography.com

Grief may be a necessary part of the human existence... and we all experience and express it in different ways. I thank you for sharing mine with me. Praying for all.

Autumn – Japanese Maple Tree in all the Beautiful Colours by Anita Adams, NCTreesPhotography.com

Winter – This photo was taken of the last REAL snowfall in 2022 – Crisp, White, Blanket of Snow 5″ deep or more. It’s silence is an invitation to be quiet and enjoy or play if you wish. Photo: Anita Adams, NCTreesPhotography.com

Grief and Joy
One couldn’t exist without the other
As we all move forward
into the Holy Days (Holidays)
Smile more to the Stranger
Look into the Eyes of those we meet and live with it every day
Don’t forget to say I love you to those you love
Hug a Tree and squeeze it again for me. ~Anita

Helene Aftermath

Tired my Eyes
even though they have not released the angst
my heart feels

Sorrow engulfs me like a blanket

on a cold winter’s morning

sitting alone, my breath is all I feel

Asheville what happened?

Scabs are everywhere

dust, mud, dirty water

while the sky is a brilliant October blue

Red maples struggle to share their brilliance

Birds are seeking fresh water, too.

~Anita Adams 10/23/2024

Stillness

Close your eyes

Open your Ears

Breathe

Open your Heart

Receive the gift of this moment

the gift of this breath

the wonder that is you

this is my gift.

JC/AA


What does 'Stillness' look like to you?

Grief

Comes in the night like a thief

stealing my joy leaving me numb

tears overflowing

exhausted by the sadness

my loved ones lives are nearing the end

I pray that they will not suffer or know pain

and so life’s journey begins its ending

memory lapses, dulled senses, unable to see, hear, read or write – communication comes in the form of food, a hug, a squeeze, a kiss and if we’re lucky, a hearty laugh

the Treasures left behind are the memories we cling to – thank God for the stories, the photos, the letters and poems we will all cherish until it’s our turn

God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Spirit be with them, be with those we love who are nearing their return home

welcome them with open arms to where we all once began as one.

~ Anita Adams 5/19/24

Forgive me when I forget

Forgive me when I forget . . .

To be kind and patient

To forgive you for forgetting

It’s your mess, not mine

To put on the bandaid

To hold your hand

To tell you I love you

To say goodbye without a Kiss

To listen without interruption because I may forget

To love you through everything

Love, Me

© Anita Adams 4/6/2024

Spring Returns

Behind the Mountains

The SUN rises and sets

Without a whisper

Through the Earths’ Soil

a Flower emerges

green, first then straight up toward the sun

Red petals bursting forth – a Poppy

Spring Returns

Blue Birds, Red Cardinals, Yellow Finches, Gray Doves, and Black Crows

Visit the backyard oasis to feast and bathe in the water

each Singing their own song

© Anita Adams 4/5/2024

First Friends


Jesus, Mary

Beach

Sounds of the Ocean

Seashells


Prayer
Journal
Pen and Paper
Color
Drawing
Creating Art

Gretchen
Creek
Stones

Bicycles
Blue Sky
Mountains

Weeping Willow Tree

Wind

Silence

Car

Rand McNally Road Map
Imagination
Travel

© Anita Adams 3/17/2024

Moving at the Speed of Trust

Born, we crawl

Stand, we fall

Speaking, we stumble

Learning, we fumble

Navigating Life’s Ups and Downs

Weaving side to side, we’re lost

Then, found

Re-membering, we Pray

Our Hearts rejoice as we hear,  His voice

Soft at first, listening

We grow silent, sit still

Listening deeper, to the One who whispers to every Heart and Soul – “Trust Me”

Breathing in these words

We remember, this Whisperer is the Father, His Voice guides us

He is ALWAYS with us, and in us

He is Home

Ever present, standing close, awaiting our call, he answers, while allowing us to…

Move at the Speed of Trust.

©Anita Adams 2/8/2024


Gratitude . . .

for what

for whom

ability to see, hear, walk, dance, speak, move

so much to be grateful for

a home

a room

open your eyes, your hands, your heart

look around

where are your feet

resting on the earth, the ground

©Anita Adams 1/28/2024