Writing

Life in the year of COVID

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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

For the love of One

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heart is heavy

tears sift like starchy water through the steel colander

dreams become nightmares

showering helps them dissipate

dressing in exercise attire

she exercises her body

while meditating to strengthen her soul

giving thanks and trusting

the One who knows her

leaving all her hopes, dreams, fears, her life in the hands

For the love of One

Potholes and Mud Pies

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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

Finding my way….

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it’s been a long and winding road with lots of valleys and a few mountains

sunny days and cloudy days, stormy and snow covered

with moments of paralysis and days filled with miracles

living one day at a time is the answer to this life of mine

Invisible no more

hand in hand I dance with the Divine

~ Anita Adams 7/18/2020

When is enough enough?

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when sadness is all one feels

when death surrounds us

when confined small spaces either mentally or physically cause one to hold their breath

when another way fails to present itself

when the prescribed medication turns into an addiction and you choose to continue to struggle for your memory each day and live, rather than be held hostage to the drug that’s coursing through your veins and wants you to take your life

when the scale has jumped ten pounds and clothing is too tight

when there’s no bread on the bread aisle even though you may not eat it, it makes you cry for those who do

when the rain falls from the sky full of acid and destroys the evergreens

when officials believe the Black lives don’t matter

when others are starving and we have plenty to share even if the bread shelves are empty

when the innocent are incarcerated without evidence or killed because of the color of one’s skin

What then?

heart cries out HELP to the one who resides within – and soon the cry becomes a prayer

and one day the prayer is answered by the one within with a question: What took you so long?

relaxed and assured – I know now – Enough is Enough

© Anita Adams

2020 – A New Year’s Eve Sonnet

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Written 12/31/2019

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Health

Joy

Life’s purpose

All collide to form an artistic mosaic

Earth is returned to dirt and light

Moon and Sun

Birds’ song and flight

Seasons once present – beckon to return

Winter

Spring

Summer

Fall

Love’s root – the Oak

Its branches – the birds’ song

All combined, reach up to the Heavens – to the One who resides there

All Hearts connected through an invisible thread – Love

Listen to Love’s guidance

attentive presence is all that’s required

~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019

Week 1 – Wake up Call

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Love and life in the time of Cornona

When days and nights come to a halt

Shelves at the Grocery Stores are half empty

Restaurants are Closed

Restrictions on how close we can be to one another – 6 feet apart

An Invisible Virus kills thousands within months

Schools and Jobs are closed

Underneath this though is the Robin outside my office window looking for nest building material and eating his morning worms

Flowers bloom on the Cherry Tree

And Daffodils and Forsythia burst into a variety of shades of Gold, Yellow and Orange

Goldfish swim happily in the pond and the Frogs return

The grass is green and covered with dew

The sky looks bluer and the clouds are ever changing

Peace be still reads a sign I’ve noticed often outside of a small church on my way to work

When the very, very small things become noticeable – even the ant walking across the pavement makes me smile and remember being a child in awe and wonder

Playing scrabble with my husband and night becomes a time of anticipated joy

Knowing that my children are safe and checking on neighbors and friends from all over the world there is time for.

Love is returning. The earth is breathing again.

As week 1 passes, faith and prayer grow stronger along with gratitude and a deeper sense of global community. – We are all One!

~ Anita Adams 3/21/20