Confusion
iritation
hostage
mitigation
conclusion
one day at a time
the answer to all frustrations
breathe
believe
let go of the unseen
“What was once, is no more, what’s more, is gone to sleep behind the shadows.”
©Anita Adams 2019
Unravel
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Rain on the Horizon
Thunder rumbles
a noise unheard for more months than I care to remember
Clouds thicken
soon raindrops will fall from the Heavens
the dry, cracked earth below beckons fill me up
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
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
