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
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
It’s okay to be angry !
It doesn’t like It.
It like a tea kettle.
Monitor Its heat.
Allow the steam to come out slowly until the heat becomes a
hiss and a hiss a whistle, then a quiet hiss.
Let it go.
It with a sock, or beat It up with a rock.
Make friends with the angry one – the
Afterall, the angry one was once the kind one and the kind one was once the angry one. You see, they are
one in the same. They were both an It.
Make peace with both.
Afterall, they’re both human.
It’s okay to be angry as long as peaceful resolutions
It go like the tea kettle – nice and slow.
It all go before the head falls to the pillow, before the feet touch the floor.
Let It go!
Let it Go! – Like the songbirds flying into the wind! – Artist: Unknown
© Anita Adams 2019
Bluejays, cardinals, mockingbirds, bluebirds, finches, doves and crows grace the backyard oasis on the first day of spring.
Blooming yellow forsythia and a bank of periwinkle with a Lenten rose in full bloom surround the waterfall as the goldfish swim in the pond below.
Grateful for ears that hear and eyes that see.
Grateful for Spring and all that spring brings.
~ Anita Adams 3/20/19
It’s cold and damp this February morning in the Appalachia mountains – bluejays, cardinals and squirrels are confused by the signs of a very early Spring – scattered with drops of freezing temperatures.
I, too, feel somewhat confused by the seasons lack of consistency . Winter is a necessary part of nesting, creative percolating – a time that’s been interrupted by an climate change.
Will the Spring come too soon and all be destroyed with the many frosts that should be forthcoming?
The word is a question and question is the word.
time to reflect
be of service
take gentle care of self
think of others
open eyes, ears
connect with heart
even in the darkest hours, the light is still flickering within
© Anita Adams, NC Trees Photography
thick with honeysuckle and roses
fireflies and other flying things
dreams of tomorrows
or playing in a stream
red one, yellow, diamond or gem
water glistening with jewels
waiting to be discovered
explored and adored
flowing dresses, sandals and sun-kissed lemonade
mint, lavender, sage and basil
fragrances rich and thick as fresh laundry blowing on the line
take your pick
flowers or spices
these are mine
a bouquet of honeysuckle, lavender, mint, basil, rosemary and sage – in the center, a single pink rose
a summertime bouquet
©Anita Adams 2018
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
Asking and receiving
through prayer and meditation
Noticing when it’s here
with eyes open
How to step into it
by dropping all else and being fully present in the moment
To recognize it
and open my eyes and heart wide
To feel it deep within my being
and stay with it as long as possible
To embrace it with my whole being
as I would any friend or loved one
As if … I were a child again
© Anita Adams 2018