Surviving
life
love
tradgegy
jobs
marriages
losses
surgeries
near misses
they say you’re a survivor
where’s the joy in surviving?
Where’s the joy in surviving?
Photography
In the moment …
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
Wind Whisperer
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
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
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
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
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 Clouds
dreams occur between sleep and dawn – over the rainbow as the moon sets and the sun rises.
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
In a Vessel
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
Windows
windows
fascinated by them
their unusual panes
no panes
how the light is reflected in the room
or rooms
what is warmed by the sun’s rays
what is seen by the viewer
nature, grass, trees, leaves, birds, sky, flowers, ponds, ocean, sand, colors, streets
for the dreamer
– everything
©Anita Adams
Passing Clouds
floating across a blue sky
so often go unnoticed
in a rainbow of colors
puffy white creatures
gray and ominous
pink and heavenly
red and thunderous
scattered and striped with a rainbow or ‘sundog’
no two days are the clouds alike
look up – notice
these passing clouds
may they bring you a smile – a sense of awe
©Anita Adams 8/4/17
Sunday morning in June
No agenda
Mass last night
the day is a blank canvas
long awaited
the birds are singing
the frog is silent
a misty morning in June
the trail is calling
like a prayer
Come walk in the wood
I reply I’ll be there soon.
©Anita Adams 6/18/2017
Called to Write 