End of November – day of Gratitude

There are so many people and things to be grateful for and as I reflect on a few of them this morning of Thanksgiving, I’m reminded to close my eyes, open my ears and listen. What do I hear?

WNCW radio playing a host of wonderful music to cook by, laugh at, sing to and dance while twirling around in the kitchen

My husband’s whisper of gratitude for me in his life

God’s whisper I love you and my response, I love you too!

Now, to open my eyes – the sun is shining amid the bare branches with a few leaves waiting for that strong breeze to lay them to rest on the ground below

An amazing blue sky that reaches to the heavens

The ground below my feet, wiggling of my toes

The beat of a drum

The smell of sweet potatoes baking in the oven soon, to be turned into an amazing sweet potato pie

Cornbread cooked last night in preparation for baked cornbread dressing and perhaps Spfe-his – a Lebanese hors d’oeuvres of lamb, cinnamon, pine nuts and more

My body swaying to the rhythm of the drum

Endless possibilities

Mountain vistas and sunsets

Memories of a moment captured for a Mom’s hug

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Love, Anita

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

In the moment

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

Let it Go!

It’s okay to be angry !

Write about It.

Let It out.

Don’t bottle It up.

It doesn’t like It.

Treat It like a tea kettle.

Monitor Its heat.

Allow the steam to come out slowly until the heat becomes a hiss and a hiss a whistle, then a quiet hiss.

Let it go.

Sometimes It simmers.

Don’t stuff It with a sock, or beat It up with a rock.

Make friends with the angry one – the It.

Afterall, the angry one was once the kind one and the kind one was once the angry one. You see, they are one in the same. They were both an It.

Make peace with both.

Afterall, they’re both human.

It’s okay to be angry as long as peaceful resolutions evolve.

Let It go like the tea kettle – nice and slow.

Let It all go before the head falls to the pillow, before the feet touch the floor.

Let It go!

Let it Go! – Like the songbirds flying into the wind!
– Artist: Unknown

© Anita Adams 2019

At Last

The prompt was to re-write an obituary

Ethel Marie Shamoon Henry, married and Catholic, daughter of two and Situ to one, died age 89 of complications while agonizing over the last pages of her memoir. She couldn’t remember the details upon which she left her home at age 16, mentally or 17, physically? She never understood her life not turning out the way she dreamed – college educated, managing her own business, traveling the globe. Ethel was tired.

She was tired of this story. Tired of her life without the education she longed for and the places she wanted to live and traveled after she’d raised her own children, she was just tired!

Her REAL exhaustion came when she decided to prepare her own obituary and thought to herself – dang woman – haven’t you had enough? When will you begin living the life you wanted? Dreamed of? Longed for? Or, have you been all along, but just hadn’t noticed it in full? Give it up! Turn it over! Live this day the way you want – with whom you want – say what you mean – but, DON’T say it mean! Life is short! Remember, your last sunset. Your last words to those closest to you. The last color you saw. The last bird you heard. The last smile you smiled, The last laugh you laughed. The last prayer you uttered. Remember, smile, laugh and move on.

Move on to TODAY! Are you ready? She opened her eyes while lying peacefully in a down covered hammock next to her pond and waterfall oasis, gazed up at the clouds and said – Yes! It’s been a good life! A Full life! I have loved. I have been loved. I’ve colored, created art and captured. I’ve said what I wanted to say, traveled much, walked and hiked often. And I married a man who loved me until my dying breath. I’m ready.

Just then, her eyes closed again, and this time, she had a soft, childlike smile upon her face, the sun was setting in the west with a rainbow of colors like the one she’d seen so many years ago upon Max Patch. As she exhaled her last breath. Finally, Ethel was at peace and rest. – Amen.

Services will be held in the local Catholic Church with On Eagle’s Wings playing as she is escorted to the grave site of her beloved sister, Roxane. All are welcomed to visit now and again. Bring your favorite heart rock and share one with another. Dark chocolate and coffee to be served.

Anita Adams 4/15/19

Last word. Last thought. Obituary. Humor.