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Life in the year of COVID

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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

Trail at Max Patch ~ Anita of NC Trees Photography.com

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

Potholes and Mud Pies

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Potholes and Mud pies

Potholes can be any thing…

misuse of words in a sentence to describe something else

memory loss when scrambling to complete a task

finishing a painting or coloring a photo, and all that’s left to choose from is the color brown

cracks in the sidewalk

holes on a paved city street or country gravel road where the water has filled them up with rain, dirt and gravel

Potholes

… when knowing and remembering collide and stop one in their tracks

. . . like recalling one’s name, a favorite book, poem, song, and it’s attached to some invisible thread so fine that no one can see it, and you pray for the memory to return, the brain to be restored

and when it is …

– you make mud pies and dance

© Anita Adams 2020

Onward through the Fog

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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!

In the moment …

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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

In the moment

Wind Whisperer

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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

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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

Year ends – New beginnings

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I’m often reminded that each day I have a choice to begin again – anew – to make amends where needed – that there’s so much to be grateful for – there’s always something to give back to people – the planet – that something is as simple as a smile – a thank you – it’s love in every form of kindness and respect to another human being, mother earth, animal, flower, tree, stream. Pick up trash, recycle, decrease use of plastic and anything else that will not decompose in a landfill – cook more – share what you have – care for self and loving self is NOT selfish. This year as in years past, I create a list of prayers and intentions for myself and those I love before the year ends, and at the stroke of midnight, I walk into the New Year of New beginnings with list in hand and a heart full of all that I would love to happen for myself, others, our planet, my community and the universe trusting that the God of my understanding hears me always and answers my requests in His time. 

Happy, Peaceful and Healthy New Year to all!

© Anita Adams – 12/29/2018

Tangerine skies over the Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina. Photographer: Anita Adams of NC Trees Photography
New Beginnings

Somewhere over the Crescent Moon

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a dream is dreamt

filled with intrigue

details

Imagery

Colorful

Feeling

Sounds

Light

Interpretation

Premonition or Clarification of a time past or present

Educational or nonsense

Compelling

 

Rainbow in the Clouds

Rainbow in Clouds

dreams occur between sleep and dawn – over the rainbow as the moon sets and the sun rises.

Once Upon A Crescent Moon

Somewhere over the Crescent Moon

In a Vessel

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Ball Jar

Dreams like fireflies in a vessel

longing to be free – to escape

gasping for air in the jar holding them captive

until the dreamer releases them

they fly away

free – to be realized

to be acknowledged

be seen – be heard

like words on a page

until they are read

read with the heart

fireflies and dreams – fly free

fly high

to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer

© Anita Adams 9/11/17