Today I am….

tears

full of emotions

radiating love

a joyful child

sadness lives deep within this wounded body

patient with those around me

impatient with political climate and a mind healing too slow

prayerful of all on my prayer list and beyond

grateful for my home, husband, mountains, trees, children and grandson, friends and confidants

artistic on paper with paint and glue stick

joyous with anticipation of songs to be sung and songs to be heard

hesitant with BIG decisions

longing for more travel, creative flow, words of wisdom

blood, veins and bones

a body with Heart and Soul

© Anita Adams 2/2020

 

Have you ever…

… picked up a phone and wanted to call God?

God answers in varying ways. Not always in direct sentences, mostly, in quiet, subtle ways.

Looking back over my 50+ years, I know I’ve been protected from much harm – it’s a miracle that I am still here.

That’s God answering my prayers for guidance, healing and protection.

God whispers just believe!

That’s all that’s required from me.

Once again, I let go and breathe a sigh, and remind myself that my time is not over yet . . . just believe.

© Anita Adams 1/2020

 

Faith, breath, God - Trusting the unknown and unseen - the Invisible.

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