Sunset

January 18, 2018 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 3 Comments

Max Patch Sunset

As the hour approaches, the reality of your physical self no longer present here on this earth floods me with memories and tears that know all too well the anguish you must have been feeling before you let go your last breath.

You were loved. You were beautiful. You were admired. You were creative. You were larger than your tall frame. You were Sunset on earth.

I will miss you my friend. My heart aches.

Although I am not there physically with all the rest who love you, Willie sings in the background Stardust.

Rest in Peace Sister Moon.

Love, Anita

Beautiful Sunset

Let’s pretend it’s asleep

January 17, 2018January 21, 2018 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 2 Comments

Window Slowly he smiled as he saw her silhouette across the smoke covered room. She appeared to be drinking a cup of hot steaming coffee.

Just yesterday, they met at the white house. You know, the one on the market soon to be sold? The one with its ship-lap exterior – circa 1950’s?

As they entered the house, they both noticed the heart of pine flooring. The smell of freshly mopped floors with a bit of apple cider vinegar and water. This combination left behind a sheen on the wood, and the rooms smelled fresh and clean. The smell reminded them both of an earlier summer. It’s as if someone had left the windows open on a summer day and allowed the breeze to blow through the fresh smell of blooming jasmine, honeysuckle and roses.

It was about 3 p.m. in the afternoon and the sunlight filled the living room. All that remained in the beautiful bungalow was a rattan arm chair, white wooden dining table, brass floor lamp with an ivory silk bell-shaped lampshade complete with a foot operated nightlight floor switch. Above the fireplace mantle, a few houseplants – two African Violets, one – white, the other, purple, a small green fern, and a well-tended purple shamrock.

Waltz Clipart

He asked her to hold her arms out as he placed one hand gently on her waist and he began to hum a waltz. Guiding her with his hands, they danced! All other thoughts abandoned, but this one moment in time. Just as they were finishing their waltz, his phone began ringing in his coat pocket. She asked, aren’t you going to answer it? He replied, let’s pretend it’s asleep.

Perfectionism on MEDIUM

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Perfectionism

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Almost 2018

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Signed - Snow Falling from the Pines

what does it mean

what will it bring

what are your dreams

mine are filled with some of these….

writing, hiking, and more snaps

travels, walking and taking naps

a grandson arrives in Februar

so does the winter and perhaps more white hair

in the Spring, a little more sunshine gives way to plant more trees and a garden to til

up to my elbows in poetry, a book and art

no day or night should pass without a kiss to my heart

peace I believe begins with me

seeds to be sown one letter at a time

A is for Alicia, B for Bed, C for Cathy, D for Dad, E for Elephant, F for Faith, G for Gretchen, H for Home, I for Italy, J for the Joy still unknown

sow seeds of love and peace, of green trees and saplings, breathe oxygen into this space

Break ups

December 29, 2017 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

“Break ups” https://medium.com/@anitaadams_69796/break-ups-956e486778bc

How do you celebrate your Holy days?

December 24, 2017 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

It’s Christmas Eve! People rush around in America buying gifts spending way too much money and why? Because our culture pumps money into advertising and marketing. It’s all about more! It’s commercialism!

What does your Holy days or the way you celebrate Christmas look like?

What would you want your Holidays to look like and feel like?

Here’s my idea of Christmas and the reality of how I still attempt to celebrate it ….

Earlier in another life, I lived in Bavaria, in a place where people were more important than the money or the gift. I cherished the way Christmas was celebrated.

Gifts were something given in your shoes as you left them outside your flat or home on the Eve of St. Nicholas – December 6th. These gifts were generally nuts, candy, oranges – something useful and festive.

On Christmas Eve, this was the day to cut down your Christmas tree, dripping still with new fallen snow and trimmed to go into the stand and be adorned by all to Christmas carols, with real candles and a few bobbles. Candles to be lit in the evening, after a family and friends shared meal, after midnight Mass and walking home through the snow in joyful reverence.

No stockings, no expensive gift giving, practical gifts might be exchanged Christmas morning. Practical as in a new jacket, pair of boots, scarf or gloves, or perhaps something homemade. One year, my daughter made me a tie-dyed silk scarf (I cherish this and still wear it today).

This Christmas Eve, I share this story that it might live on and give one pause, that Christmas is more than the gift-giving.

This year my husband and I, gave gifts to organizations that were near and dear to us, MANNA Foodbank, World Vision, Next Step Recovery, Gratefulness.org, Hospice, St. Jude’s. We asked that others not give us the gift of things, rather, make a donation to one of their favorite organizations. We baked, traveled a bit to see relatives and friends, share a meal and walk through the woods sharing stories and loving each other.

Tomorrow is Christmas Day, and God-willing, we will attend Mass in the morning to celebrate Christmas singing hymns of joy. A time for silent reflection and another walk in the woods. A time to visit more family and friends. Perhaps bring a traditional dish to share – like spefe-his and Lebkuchen.

May your Holidays be what you want in your heart!

Liebe immer and Peace to all in the days and year that follow!

Waiting Room – a Dream

December 7, 2017December 8, 2017 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 2 Comments

Window Looking Out

Walking up the sidewalk to a home I used to live in many years ago,

The wooden door swings open and my eyes adjust to what was once familiar, is now quite changed.

As I enter my past home of 18 years, I notice, there are many rooms and hallways.

Winding around a few corners, I stop in what appears to be the center of this elongated home in a narrow room with hardwood floors with white ship lap walls.

The picture-less walls are painted in Navajo White. The room’s contents contain one azure blue two-seater fabric sofa along the right side of the room with a rectangular window above it. There are no curtains. The window frame is thin, black metal.

Just beyond the position of the sofa, is a four-legged antique kitchen table, circa 1960 with a clay red top and a single seam in the middle.

The ceiling, white bead board. There are no rugs on the floor, nothing on the table or sofa. There’s a view from the narrow window of the treetops only and the house is silent.

A friend of mine now lives here. I’m quite surprised at how she has each room designated for a particular purpose. A living room. A writing room. A kitchen. A bedroom, bathroom. I’m asking myself what is this room? It finally dawns on me, this is the waiting room.

This dream of the Waiting Room represents to me a time of introspection, a time to be still, a time to evaluate purpose and direction of life. Is a call to slow down and pause. A time of transition.