Week 1 – Wake up Call

Love and life in the time of Cornona

When days and nights come to a halt

Shelves at the Grocery Stores are half empty

Restaurants are Closed

Restrictions on how close we can be to one another – 6 feet apart

An Invisible Virus kills thousands within months

Schools and Jobs are closed

Underneath this though is the Robin outside my office window looking for nest building material and eating his morning worms

Flowers bloom on the Cherry Tree

And Daffodils and Forsythia burst into a variety of shades of Gold, Yellow and Orange

Goldfish swim happily in the pond and the Frogs return

The grass is green and covered with dew

The sky looks bluer and the clouds are ever changing

Peace be still reads a sign I’ve noticed often outside of a small church on my way to work

When the very, very small things become noticeable – even the ant walking across the pavement makes me smile and remember being a child in awe and wonder

Playing scrabble with my husband and night becomes a time of anticipated joy

Knowing that my children are safe and checking on neighbors and friends from all over the world there is time for.

Love is returning. The earth is breathing again.

As week 1 passes, faith and prayer grow stronger along with gratitude and a deeper sense of global community. – We are all One!

~ Anita Adams 3/21/20

Today I am….

tears

full of emotions

radiating love

a joyful child

sadness lives deep within this wounded body

patient with those around me

impatient with political climate and a mind healing too slow

prayerful of all on my prayer list and beyond

grateful for my home, husband, mountains, trees, children and grandson, friends and confidants

artistic on paper with paint and glue stick

joyous with anticipation of songs to be sung and songs to be heard

hesitant with BIG decisions

longing for more travel, creative flow, words of wisdom

blood, veins and bones

a body with Heart and Soul

© Anita Adams 2/2020

 

Have you ever…

… picked up a phone and wanted to call God?

God answers in varying ways. Not always in direct sentences, mostly, in quiet, subtle ways.

Looking back over my 50+ years, I know I’ve been protected from much harm – it’s a miracle that I am still here.

That’s God answering my prayers for guidance, healing and protection.

God whispers just believe!

That’s all that’s required from me.

Once again, I let go and breathe a sigh, and remind myself that my time is not over yet . . . just believe.

© Anita Adams 1/2020

 

Faith, breath, God - Trusting the unknown and unseen - the Invisible.

Onward through the Fog

Years ago, I traveled with my son, age four to Austin Texas in a 3 on the column chocolate brown with white camper GMC Truck and no A/C. We would drive 8 hours then stop at a La Quinta for the night, rested, eat, and drive another for a period of three 8 hour legs. We finally arrived in Austin and visited a head shop during that time called Oat Willies. They had a bumper sticker which I later attached to my truck that read Onward through the Fog.

On foggy mornings, like the one we’re having today, those words come to mind with a different meaning.

  • First things First
  • Make a List
  • Write a bit
  • Pray and Meditate
  • Stretch, walk, exercise
  • Create something that makes me smile

Leaving you with the same excitation: Onward through the Fog!

A New Years Eve Tradition

Pack a bag with all that I desire for myself and loved ones in the year that follows – a tradition I’ve been celebrating for over 20 years

Red underwear for a year of romance and passion says the Italians

Yellow underwear for health claim the CostaRicans

Mix and match I say

Writing a list of desires and packing them in a bag to walk out into the New Year at the stroke of mid-night with a prayer – an intention in my heart for myself and others packed neatly and carried by my side

A sparkler or popper, firework or two with a piece of dark chocolate and a sip of something sparkling to clink as my love and I greet and love our way into a New Year

2020 – 60 awaits me, I’m half way there – hopefully, healthier and wiser – living my dreams instead of just dreaming them

traveling wherever we would like to go with enough to sustain us and share as we go

Happy New Year one and all!

~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019

Sparkle On!

End of November – day of Gratitude

There are so many people and things to be grateful for and as I reflect on a few of them this morning of Thanksgiving, I’m reminded to close my eyes, open my ears and listen. What do I hear?

WNCW radio playing a host of wonderful music to cook by, laugh at, sing to and dance while twirling around in the kitchen

My husband’s whisper of gratitude for me in his life

God’s whisper I love you and my response, I love you too!

Now, to open my eyes – the sun is shining amid the bare branches with a few leaves waiting for that strong breeze to lay them to rest on the ground below

An amazing blue sky that reaches to the heavens

The ground below my feet, wiggling of my toes

The beat of a drum

The smell of sweet potatoes baking in the oven soon, to be turned into an amazing sweet potato pie

Cornbread cooked last night in preparation for baked cornbread dressing and perhaps Spfe-his – a Lebanese hors d’oeuvres of lamb, cinnamon, pine nuts and more

My body swaying to the rhythm of the drum

Endless possibilities

Mountain vistas and sunsets

Memories of a moment captured for a Mom’s hug

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Love, Anita