is the sky
blue is the heaven
new is the day
fresh is the air
wind in her hair
song in her heart
~ Anita 2/2020
Cloudless
Inspirations and Reflections
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
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
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
Where’s the joy in surviving?
Surviving
life
love
tradgegy
jobs
marriages
losses
surgeries
near misses
they say you’re a survivor
where’s the joy in surviving?
In the moment …
wondering
stuck
confused
tired
abused
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 ?
go within
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
Autumn approaches
Crickets chirp in the early morning hours
birds song follows as morning sun rises
leaves scatter the ground beneath the cherry tree
Autumn approaches
Wind Whisperer
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
Transition
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
Called to Write 