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

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!

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

Dear Sophie

Don’t worry about …

the hand me downs worn until too tight

or the education they never believed you deserved

Don’t worry about …

the acknowledgement of any of your achievements you never received

or the way you were told to stay in your room until a month had passed

you’re free now — you’re the only one holding yourself back

You are free now …

to do as you please

to live your dream

to fly above the clouds

to shine your light so bright

to believe in the person you are and always were meant to be

trust God who knows all and remember to quit holding on so tightly.

Anita Adams 10/2018

Flying Dream Card

Somewhere over the Crescent Moon

a dream is dreamt

filled with intrigue

details

Imagery

Colorful

Feeling

Sounds

Light

Interpretation

Premonition or Clarification of a time past or present

Educational or nonsense

Compelling

 

Rainbow in the Clouds

Rainbow in Clouds

dreams occur between sleep and dawn – over the rainbow as the moon sets and the sun rises.

Once Upon A Crescent Moon

Somewhere over the Crescent Moon

Dream Seeker

 

Dreams, like clouds

visible to the eye

just out of reach

time to pull the clouds down

step on them like a magic carpet

flying high above the pines

to foreign lands and islands

painting rainbows in the sky

smiling all the while

until my heart calls me back to the ground

to play in the sand

find my oak tree

and lay my head down

© Anita Adams 2018

 

Waiting Room – a Dream

Window Looking Out

 

Walking up the sidewalk to a home I used to live in many years ago,

The wooden door swings open and my eyes adjust to what was once familiar, is now quite changed.

As I enter my past home of 18 years, I notice, there are many rooms and hallways.

Winding around a few corners, I stop in what appears to be the center of this elongated home in a narrow room with hardwood floors with white ship lap walls.

The picture-less walls are painted in Navajo White. The room’s contents contain one azure blue two-seater fabric sofa along the right side of the room with a rectangular window above it. There are no curtains. The window frame is thin, black metal.

Just beyond the position of the sofa, is a four-legged antique kitchen table, circa 1960 with a clay red top and a single seam in the middle.

The ceiling, white bead board. There are no rugs on the floor, nothing on the table or sofa. There’s a view from the narrow window of the treetops only and the house is silent.

A friend of mine now lives here. I’m quite surprised at how she has each room designated for a particular purpose. A living room. A writing room. A kitchen. A bedroom, bathroom. I’m asking myself what is this room? It finally dawns on me, this is the waiting room.

This dream of the Waiting Room represents to me a time of introspection, a time to be still, a time to evaluate purpose and direction of life. Is a call to slow down and pause. A time of transition.

©Anita Adams 12/2017