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
to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer
© Anita Adams 9/11/17
fascinated by them
their unusual panes
how the light is reflected in the room
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
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
Mass last night
the day is a blank canvas
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
Life is so full…
..full of details
..of the doing.
Scheduling time for self appears to be elusive, but necessary.
Where does the time go?
Shopping, cleaning, driving, creating, writing, managing finances, working, remembering others, giving back, in contemplation and prayer, planning, scheduling, creating art while pushing a grocery cart.
Wherever time takes me – that’s where I am. I am here., therefore, God is here too.
Breathe. Believe. Play. Laugh. Pause – because this is the way. The way to the heart. The way to balance it all.
One day life will not be so full.
That day is not today.
© Anita Adams
I’ve been working on crafting a Dream I had last year sometime, and although it is not finished the essence of it is this:
My Last Day on Earth – A Dream
In the dream, it is my last day on earth. Friends and family are somehow gathered to a potluck to wish me farewell. It’s evening, and I’m waiting with the hostess at a house, circa 1950’s on top of a Town Mountain. As I wait in the house, I am pacing in a dimly lit dining room, walking and gazing out a bank of three windows. Everything in the house is either white, gray or brown. Pine wooden floors, white shiplap walls, brown antique wooden door. There’s a sense in me and others of peace and a knowingness that all is well. Being a woman of faith, I understand death is inevitable.
As friends and family gather bringing casseroles, beverages, vegetable plates, salads and desserts, they enter through the brown wooden door and place their dishes on a long white wooden dining table. We look at each other and smile in silent reverence, as I continue to walk gently in front of the windows, and it dawns on me that this will also be the last sunset I will see here on earth.
Two of my daughter’s childhood friends come in with a magenta card and hand it to me. As I read the card, filled with reflections of what I’ve meant to them in their life, I notice it also contains $98. The $98 puzzles me and still is a questionable piece of this dream. Just as I finish reading the card, hugging and loving on them, I notice the light in the room begins to change to a glow.
An urgency rises in me to get to the bank of three windows to view my last sunset. This is how it appeared to me in the dream (I took this photo in 2011):
Feeling grateful to see these rainbow hues of my last sunset on earth, another question arises in me before the sun sets. It is this: “How do I wish to live or leave this day?”
©Anita Adams 2017