For Grayson and Lincoln (an ABC story)

Adam Ant and his

Brother, Benjamin were

Climbing a steep Hill when

Darren the Dog decided to join them on this Daring adventure to see

Edward the Elephant and his

Friend, Falalat to

Gather some Flowers for a

Huge Spring party at

Iris’ house and swing by

Judy Joy’s to pick up a

Kite for Flying along the

Laurel River when a Lady Bug named Lily decided to take a rest on a nearby

Magnolia Leaf when her sister

Nadine Lady Bug joined her to watch as

Oscar the Grouch came by and said to

Patty Petunia – let’s ask if

Qualle Qualla Bear would like to play a Quick game of

Ring around the Rosy until

Spectacular Bubblemaster, Steve comes with his Bubble Show at

Ten o’clock on Thursday in the Festive Park with the Tall Trees that sway like

Ursula’s skirt in the Wind – oh! and

Viola plans to bring her new Violin and play for us a song that’s so much fun to dance to! It’s called

Wang Chung Tonight

Xavier will bring his Xylophone and his Mom, Nita and his Aunt LiLi are cooking all his favorites for his special surprise party. A very special Chocolate Cake and his favorite…..

Yabras!!!! Mm Mm Mm! And the last surprise is ….

Zena Zebra will lead the parade with sister, ZuZu ! – Don’t Miss it!

© Anita Adams (aka Situ) 3/28/2022

Yabras
Chocolate Covered Red Velvet Cake
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Here comes my love

the one the only

the one who listens

the one who walks with me day and night

the Whisperer

the constant one who assures me that all is well always

grateful am I to know you

grateful am I that you want to know me

grateful am I when I remember that any question or request uttered doesn’t go unheard

you hear all things

by hearing and answering all things, my Faith grows stronger

and I am reminded of a journey taken long ago in a country far away

where the one word uttered to me as I boarded a plane to return home

was BELIEVE!

I believe, and as the prayer or psalmist reminds us, help us when we forget to.

~ Anita Adams 11/2021

Hearts Speak – Surrender 7122021 Anita Adams

HEALING takes whatever time it takes

Learning to hold on when the healing is in year three and you feel like you will never fully recover is COURAGEOUS

There’s a reason I’m on this journey to wholeness

Even in the dark – the light still exists

HEALING takes whatever time it takes

During this time of Healing

I’ve shed some unknown ‘judgements’ about myself and others that I didn’t even know existed – this part of the healing process has been a GIFT

HEALING TAKES whatever time it takes

Haven’t I prayed for PATIENCE?

Well, here it is …

HEALING TAKES WHATEVER time it takes

Thank you CREATOR for hearing my prayer for walking with me in the dark, for giving me an outlet to spread my wings, to be GRATEFUL for ALL the many gifts you’ve given me

HEALING TAKES WHATEVER TIME it takes

It’s okay to REST, to PAUSE, to BREATHE, to REJOICE, to LAUGH out loud

Waiting is part of the process as well as Trusting

HEALING TAKES WHATEVER TIME IT TAKES.

© Anita Adams 6/23/2021

Something lost…

trips to see grandchildren, family and friends

hugs

plane rides to Europe

trails to explore without face coverings

movies on the big screen

smiling faces

coffee with friends

going to school

attending live concerts

regular Mass attendance day or weekend

art classes in person

eating out

dressing up


Some things to be REALLY GRATEFUL for…

clean air

blue skies

clear, clean rivers and streams

time to write what’s in my heart

hikes every weekend

a home

running water

Zoom and Duo

heat and air conditioning

a garden

art day

karaoke night

movie night

a good book

photographs, paper, pen, pencil, scissors and glue

mending strained relationships

putting life into perspective

having employment

working with loving individuals

the colours green, blue and pink

yoga

clean laundry

enough food to eat and share

art in all its forms

Hugs

from someone you love

Gratitude for …..

Blue Skies and Stone Treasures

Gratitude for what’s been and what’s now is…

Interesting how the positives weigh out the negatives

Europe in a few Snaps

When I was three

I lived by the sea

collecting sand and water in a sieve to see what I could see

When I was three

there were five more of us all under the age of eight, four brothers and a sister, making six

two parents, a house, a few blocks away – we’d walk to play in the biggest playground I’d ever seen

When I was three

life was simple

play and nap

eat and snack

until the sun set and the moon rose

When I was three

life was an adventure

swimming in the ocean

playing in the sand

oh… life was grand!

Once upon a time

in October

the lanterns were lit

pumpkins carved

marigolds flourished

pond overflowed

red bud trees turn green, yellow and brown

it’s a time of decay and renewal

the sourwood stands at attention brilliant red with gold tassels up top

the Japanese maple – deep red – neither tree are ready to say farewell

so …

once upon a time for a nanosecond maybe more – the earth and water stood still

© Anita Adams 10/2020

So still the leaf laid on top.

Life in the year of COVID

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

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