2020 ends as Winter Solstice

is upon us

followed by Christmas

nights are longer and colder

the Christmas Star makes an appearance when Saturn and Jupiter form a brilliant star as they appear in the night sky.

Clouds part and the skies have been colorful!

Sunrises and sunsets are brilliant!

Will we have a white Christmas with fluffy snowflakes – enough to sled in? It’s everyone’s Christmas wish!

This year has proven to be one of the most challenging in my life and in the lives of everyone I know from Brussels to Washington State, Providence Rhode Island to Pantego North Carolina, every country, city, town and island in-between.

Recently a friend asked a question on Facebook has anyone accomplished anything they are proud of? I answered with the following:

  1. I managed to live a grateful life
  2. to forgive those who have hurt me over and over again for years
  3. to schedule a meditation/yoga hour every morning before going to work at 8 a.m.
  4. to participate in an 8 hour certification class for Reiki Tummo Level II
  5. to listen more
  6. to be more compassionate with others
  7. to paint
  8. sew
  9. play games
  10. spend more time in the woods
  11. to write and converse with the Divine
  12. to attend more meetings regarding recovery and self-discovery
  13. to be an advocate for those suffering with the effects of a prescribed medication such as a benzodiazapene
  14. to create more photocards
  15. to draw more
  16. to be more appreciative of my spouse and co-workers
  17. to be more empathetic to those who have less and struggle more

There’s been many opportunities to love, to give, to share what I have with others, and I have done my best.


What will 2021 bring? I don’t know. What I do know is that praying to God and taking care of myself is essential, if I am to help others.

Planting seeds of kindness and gratitude will produce love the size of sunflowers.

May God bless each of you with health and a heart full of gratitude and kindess.

© Anita Adams 2020

Shedding

stigma

color

smile

laughter

withdrawn

grief

all COVID aches

we ALL feel them

what’s the answer

sit in the uncomfortable

accept that we are all different

our beliefs, our gender, our voices, our collective concscious

the time is here to join as one voice – united

for good, truth, kindness, empathy, compassion, forgiveness

in love

©Anita Adams 10/2020

United in love

Once upon a time

in October

the lanterns were lit

pumpkins carved

marigolds flourished

pond overflowed

red bud trees turn green, yellow and brown

it’s a time of decay and renewal

the sourwood stands at attention brilliant red with gold tassels up top

the Japanese maple – deep red – neither tree are ready to say farewell

so …

once upon a time for a nanosecond maybe more – the earth and water stood still

© Anita Adams 10/2020

So still the leaf laid on top.

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