Where is the Window, the Light, the Door

November 25, 2022 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Clouds gather

Room darkens

Colder is the air

Autumn fades and with it, so do the leaves

Squirrel buries acorns on the bank

Birds feast on the feeders

Busy mind wanders

Heart longs for creative expression to reign

A familiar refrain comes to mind ‘Where does love go when the lights go out?’

Love is always here residing in the Heart, the Whisperer reminds me

The only thing required from you is to ‘Believe’

The answers may not be evident. Waiting is required. I’m not good at waiting.

Yet, I know, when the door opens effortlessly, I am walking in alignment with the Source of All Knowingness and Love, and once again, All WILL be Well.

©Anita Adams 11/25/2022

Flying

June 22, 2022June 22, 2022 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

As a child I dreamt of flying often

teaching people how to fly

the feeling of REAL freedom

freedom of thought, location, restraint, rules and a welcoming sense of

Peace, Acceptance, Love, Safety, Security and a DEEP Knowingness that ALL IS WELL

God is with me always, I need not fear any thing or any one

I have always believed that there is something I have to teach, to share, yet, I know I must learn more first, then, I can truly share my experience, strength and hope;

like the Oak Tree, my Prayers form with each root;

each utterance of this prayer is flown from the Birds and Butterflies who take them to the Heavens and are later turned into sunshine, rain or snow and fall back upon me softly to be absorbed, and the cycle continues

6/20/22

Fine?

January 19, 2021 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

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.

Life in the year of COVID

September 19, 2020 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

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

August 13, 2020 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

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

Onward through the Fog

January 4, 2020 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

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.