the air is cool
thick heavy clouds begin to lift
birds sing their polite howdy-dos
sun shines brightly through the branches
bringing with it hope and knowingness that ALL is well
~ Anita Adams 5/30/2020

the air is cool
thick heavy clouds begin to lift
birds sing their polite howdy-dos
sun shines brightly through the branches
bringing with it hope and knowingness that ALL is well
~ Anita Adams 5/30/2020
Days segue into weeks, into months and these are what I notice – the sounds of the birds in the morning are happy, joyful and free! Baby birds long for their morning food. The Cardinals, both mother and father are happily gathering birdseed from the feeders, the Robins are busy getting their fill from the soft ground and abundant selection of worms ;
This morning I awoke for some time to express myself to record my thoughts – I’ve been awake since 5ish, and as I sit typing away, the birds are calling to one another and although I can’t see them yet, I know their calls and hear their joy, not their concern;
The days are longer now. It appears that Spring has truly arrived with temperatures in the upper 70’s to low 80’s and the evenings in the upper 40’s to low 50’s.
Last week we were still having temperatures in the 30’s in the evenings and the highs were in the 50’s.
Our garden is twice the size of last year. I suggested we plant only spinach and some other herbs – cilantro, parsley and squash. My husband decided to plant our one and only tomato plant, recently purchased from the local Farmer’s Market in mid April when we had warmer temperatures for several days in a row. The tomato plant died in the first frost, the spinach survived and the squash was frostbitten last week although, he has assured me it’s coming back – yay!
A mourning dove is cooing and the cardinals, robins, catbirds, mockingbirds, bluebirds and Carolina wrens are gathering in clusters to exchange their morning hellos as the night sky gives way to the sun’s dawning;
My routine has been compounded with more work than I was accustomed to and it’s been difficult for me to find time in solitude – to allow for the natural flow of words to spill onto the page; although time for mediation and walking have managed to remain a part of my morning or evening routine;
It’s Sunday, now 6:05 a.m. and the day promises to be full of sunshine like yesterday when I finally had some hours to clean my house with Murphy’s oil soap on the kitchen cabinets and the entryway; vacuumed all of the floor areas and did some highlighted dusting; went for a walk and ate a late lunch which turned into dinner – afterwards I was tired and napped until 8 pm or so, then a spurt of energy kept me awake until 11:30 pm. Telephone calls accompanied me after cleaning and laundry – I enjoyed the sun shine wearing green shorts and a white sleeveless shirt as I pocketed my phone and blue-tooth headset, laced up tennis shoes for a walk, and headed out the door and into my neighborhood to give my body some exercise.
The rhythm of the day was broken by the return of my loved one in mid-afternoon. Silence was just beginning to settle into my mind and body. It is in these silent moments that creativity reveals itself.
Life and love in the time of corona has been difficult for me, with less rest and more work. My second grandson was born April 30th and this weekend we were going to see him, however, my loved one had a scratchy throat earlier, probably allergies but, traveling to see a newborn without knowing for sure if that’s all this was, we decided to wait.
My head is full of pollen and my ears and nose are not happy with the thick yellow dust.
The birds outside my office grace the back yard as the clouds begin to gently dissipate and dark skies give way to morning light.
The grocery store is a dreaded place for me these days. I wouldn’t mind going if everyone would wear their facemasks and keep the designated six feet apart for social distancing. The numbers of COVID19 positive cases have continued to climb here as tests are finally filtering into our area.
A friend shared with me yesterday, he feels like he’s been placed in his room as if he had done something wrong. As he spent more time with himself, and less time running from place to place, he began to understand that this is a time for personal reflection and introspection. And it’s been good! I couldn’t agree more.
Most people have ‘sheltered in place’ since March 19th I’m told – almost two months. The government has given all people money in the amount of $1200/adult and $500/child to assist all of us with some sort of reassurance that we would eventually be able to return to work.
Those whose jobs no longer seem essential and many businesses have closed and it’s unknown who will survive this shutdown of our economy all over the world.
Those who are working are called Essential workers. These include hospitals, nursing homes, administrative supports, transportation drivers and farmers, IT support, and those guardians of people who are unable to make decisions for themselves and depend on their guidance and support of their guardians, companies who are manufacturing facemasks, ventilators, pharmacies and grocery stores, gas stations, emergency and waste management services.
The skies have never been bluer or the air, cleaner – I believe we all must UNITE and adjust to our planet’s cries and the cries of people of every nation.
I’ve come up with a list called the GREEN LAWS
This is a lot of change – what are your creative ideas and solutions telling you?
Peace and health be with you and yours.
Week 3 or 4
My father used to say to me, the sun comes up and the sun goes down. In other words, you can count on this each day. If I couldn’t focus on anything else, I could observe these two certainties even if it was raining, snowing, sleeting, or a bright sunny day. He was right!
Since my first piece entitled Week 1 – Wake Up Call, there have been many other reflections and happenings. These changes and awarenesses for me have consisted of these:
As I read my daily devotionals and meditated upon what I gleaned, what I am learning during this pandemic in my dot on the globe, my observations and reflections consists of some of these:
Lastly, I would like to share a Prayer with you that sums up what is in my heart and mind.
Dear God, True Source,
Please hear the prayers of many for our world, for the hungry, the homeless, our families, children, neighbors, friends and those we know and those we don’t.
There is much to be grateful for and much we have taken for granted. Forgive us for any prejudices and any unkind words spoken or unspoken. Forgive us for past or future excess in our life. As I write this I remember Jesus saying just ‘come and follow me’. They didn’t pack a basket, bag, suitcase – life was walked in Faith that all would be well. And all was well.
Please shower the earth with your Grace.
Forgive us for those we have not taken care of and for our world and its pain and suffering that so many have ignored its cries.
May peace, health, love and healing return to all beings and all living things of the earth. May we never take for granted again that which has been so beautifully provided by you for us. May we share and exchange words of kindness like the birds who fly effortlessly through the sky and converse every morning with politeness.
The Golden Rule: Do unto other as you would have them do unto you.
Thank you Father. – Amen
Love and life in the time of Cornona
When days and nights come to a halt
Shelves at the Grocery Stores are half empty
Restaurants are Closed
Restrictions on how close we can be to one another – 6 feet apart
An Invisible Virus kills thousands within months
Schools and Jobs are closed
Underneath this though is the Robin outside my office window looking for nest building material and eating his morning worms
Flowers bloom on the Cherry Tree
And Daffodils and Forsythia burst into a variety of shades of Gold, Yellow and Orange
Goldfish swim happily in the pond and the Frogs return
The grass is green and covered with dew
The sky looks bluer and the clouds are ever changing
Peace be still reads a sign I’ve noticed often outside of a small church on my way to work
When the very, very small things become noticeable – even the ant walking across the pavement makes me smile and remember being a child in awe and wonder
Playing scrabble with my husband and night becomes a time of anticipated joy
Knowing that my children are safe and checking on neighbors and friends from all over the world there is time for.
Love is returning. The earth is breathing again.
As week 1 passes, faith and prayer grow stronger along with gratitude and a deeper sense of global community. – We are all One!
~ Anita Adams 3/21/20
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
… picked up a phone and wanted to call God?
God answers in varying ways. Not always in direct sentences, mostly, in quiet, subtle ways.
Looking back over my 50+ years, I know I’ve been protected from much harm – it’s a miracle that I am still here.
That’s God answering my prayers for guidance, healing and protection.
God whispers just believe!
That’s all that’s required from me.
Once again, I let go and breathe a sigh, and remind myself that my time is not over yet . . . just believe.
© Anita Adams 1/2020
life exists
hidden
truths, lies, denial, laughter, love, balance and so much more
behind the veil, once lifted, one can not return to what was – only to accept what is
behind the veil
© Anita Adams 2020
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
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
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