No Longer Living Behind the Veil

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

Let it Go!

It’s okay to be angry !

Write about It.

Let It out.

Don’t bottle It up.

It doesn’t like It.

Treat 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.

Sometimes It simmers.

Don’t stuff It with a sock, or beat It up with a rock.

Make friends with the angry one – the It.

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 evolve.

Let It go like the tea kettle – nice and slow.

Let 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

Sounds and Sights of Spring

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

Looking for a Word

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.

Summer bouquet

fragrant

thick with honeysuckle and roses

fireflies and other flying things

dreams of tomorrows

or playing in a stream

treasures abound

red one, yellow, diamond or gem

water glistening with jewels

waiting to be discovered

uncovered

explored and adored

summertime serenade

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

 

In search of joy

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

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