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
Mountain vistas and sunsets
Memories of a moment captured for a Mom’s hug
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
they say you’re a survivor
where’s the joy in surviving?
In the moment…
it’s time to breathe in and out
to the rhythm of the wind or a count of 5 in, hold 5, out 5
where does the light go when all around looks gray and hazy about ?
breathe in to the count of five
feel the wind on your face
smell the salt air
heal and believe all is well
all is well
~ Anita 2019
Crickets chirp in the early morning hours
birds song follows as morning sun rises
leaves scatter the ground beneath the cherry tree
There’s a saying when something happens unexpectedly and your world turns upside down: ‘When one door closes, a window opens.’
It’s been true in my life. I never know exactly how things are going to turn out, however, my heart lets me know.
Within my heart rests the One who knows all.
My choice is to make time to be still, listen, and follow the Whisperer of Love and Guidance. ~ Anita Adams 8/2019
that place in-between
not knowing where you’re headed
and what will be
a place where only Faith can lead
a time for prayer and meditation
served with a glass of mint tea, sunshine and gurgling water
company visits in the form of an occasional hummingbird, butterfly or dove
Transition calls for Faith in the unknown and unseen
for the window to open
space for fresh air and breath
Time to let go and Believe where one will be led will be safe and free
~ Anita Adams 7/31/2019
Exposed, vulnerable, scars are deep – some go unseen – just look in the eyes of another – the terror and torture of mind and body no longer hidden – beckons for love and light
Slowly she heals, one scar at a time with rhythm and rhyme
clock tick tocks- life marches on in the dark – glints of reason, art and season percolate in mind and heart
paper and pen flow within formulating words of comfort and glim
time is of the essence or so it seems until the pendulum swings back to start
healing takes time – be gentle they say – the ones who’ve trodden this road before – the ones whose hearts move like the sea gliding over the sandy shore –
healing takes time and this time is reminiscent of a time long ago, a time that only the soul knows ~ Anita Adams 6/8/2019