a favorite Holiday
anticipated joy
clean slate
white magic
everything – clean
decorated – the trees and branches
an invitation to play
sled
an unexpected – art day
Snow Magic!
©Anita Adams 2021
Snow Magic
NCTreesPhotography
Fine?
Monday
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
Abscess discovered – root canal scheduled – yikes!
How’s your day
Fine you say
By the way, what does ‘fine’ mean
Not rough – boring- painful – just like yesterday
My day began and ended with an abscess
Now, it ends with a sigh – a record – relaxation and perhaps a giggle
It will not end with Fine
~ Anita Adams 1/18/2021
This Tree – Anita’s Tree was cut down from the Biltmore Grounds and a Sapling was planted. I wish the Sapling well. And I bid this beautiful Meadow Oak farewell.
2020 ends as Winter Solstice
is upon us
followed by Christmas
nights are longer and colder
the Christmas Star makes an appearance when Saturn and Jupiter form a brilliant star as they appear in the night sky.
Clouds part and the skies have been colorful!
Sunrises and sunsets are brilliant!
Will we have a white Christmas with fluffy snowflakes – enough to sled in? It’s everyone’s Christmas wish!
This year has proven to be one of the most challenging in my life and in the lives of everyone I know from Brussels to Washington State, Providence Rhode Island to Pantego North Carolina, every country, city, town and island in-between.
Recently a friend asked a question on Facebook has anyone accomplished anything they are proud of? I answered with the following:
- I managed to live a grateful life
- to forgive those who have hurt me over and over again for years
- to schedule a meditation/yoga hour every morning before going to work at 8 a.m.
- to participate in an 8 hour certification class for Reiki Tummo Level II
- to listen more
- to be more compassionate with others
- to paint
- sew
- play games
- spend more time in the woods
- to write and converse with the Divine
- to attend more meetings regarding recovery and self-discovery
- to be an advocate for those suffering with the effects of a prescribed medication such as a benzodiazapene
- to create more photocards
- to draw more
- to be more appreciative of my spouse and co-workers
- to be more empathetic to those who have less and struggle more
There’s been many opportunities to love, to give, to share what I have with others, and I have done my best.
What will 2021 bring? I don’t know. What I do know is that praying to God and taking care of myself is essential, if I am to help others.
Planting seeds of kindness and gratitude will produce love the size of sunflowers.
May God bless each of you with health and a heart full of gratitude and kindess.
© Anita Adams 2020
Through it all….
my heart is open
to your guidance
my eyes are open
to your beauty
my ears are open
for your guidance
Hope
Faith
Love
Joy
exist
through it all
© Anita Adams 2020
Dreaming….
flying without wings
through the air
through the trees
through a cloud
over the pond
glimpse the frog
land on a log
flying side by side with lady dragonfly
turning stones in the creek
scoop one up and fly it home
fly so fast
land on land at last
Dreaming.
Shedding
stigma
color
smile
laughter
withdrawn
grief
all COVID aches
we ALL feel them
what’s the answer
sit in the uncomfortable
accept that we are all different
our beliefs, our gender, our voices, our collective concscious
the time is here to join as one voice – united
for good, truth, kindness, empathy, compassion, forgiveness
in love
©Anita Adams 10/2020
Once upon a time
in October
the lanterns were lit
pumpkins carved
marigolds flourished
pond overflowed
red bud trees turn green, yellow and brown
it’s a time of decay and renewal
the sourwood stands at attention brilliant red with gold tassels up top
the Japanese maple – deep red – neither tree are ready to say farewell
so …
once upon a time for a nanosecond maybe more – the earth and water stood still
© Anita Adams 10/2020
So still the leaf laid on top.
Life in the year of COVID
a simple question has rested on my desk for a year or more –
it reads Where am I headed? – a great question. These are my reflections today….
Where am I headed?
Hours turn into days
days into weeks
weeks into months
time, tasks, memories and dreams are all that are left
an invisible bag of dreams
photographic and emotional memories
with no where to go, no where to run – except to God
as I stand at the foot of the mountain or a day of enormous work demands- before I climb – I pause, take a deep breath and pray to the Divine – ‘Guide me – I do not know where or what you want of me – Guide me’
exercising my body and mind – I follow a schedule and take each moment as it comes…
…. when moments of laughter or joy surface – I give in and embrace these as a miracle
when tears fall, I let them flow
at the end of the day, I see that I made it through another day – unscathed, stronger or softer, more open than closed, more grateful than not – perhaps, the answer to the question: Where am I headed? is this – Awareness and Gratitude for all the Blessings seen and felt.
Peace to you on your Journey of Life.
~ Anita 9/2020
Flying without wings
circling is my pencil
cycling my feet
spinning for joy
walking – peace
twirling for fun
digging in the creek- to discover stone treasures underneath
climbing mountains to breathe in the view
hiking to explore
swimming in the ocean my body is alive
Flying without wings – a dream achieved
When is enough enough?
when sadness is all one feels
when death surrounds us
when confined small spaces either mentally or physically cause one to hold their breath
when another way fails to present itself
when the prescribed medication turns into an addiction and you choose to continue to struggle for your memory each day and live, rather than be held hostage to the drug that’s coursing through your veins and wants you to take your life
when the scale has jumped ten pounds and clothing is too tight
when there’s no bread on the bread aisle even though you may not eat it, it makes you cry for those who do
when the rain falls from the sky full of acid and destroys the evergreens
when officials believe the Black lives don’t matter
when others are starving and we have plenty to share even if the bread shelves are empty
when the innocent are incarcerated without evidence or killed because of the color of one’s skin
What then?
heart cries out HELP to the one who resides within – and soon the cry becomes a prayer
and one day the prayer is answered by the one within with a question: What took you so long?
relaxed and assured – I know now – Enough is Enough
© Anita Adams
