they say you’re a survivor
where’s the joy in surviving?
they say you’re a survivor
where’s the joy in surviving?
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 ?
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
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
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!
© Anita Adams 2019
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
Where does love go when the light goes out? A question he asked once as a young man in his 60’s . He doesn’t remember asking these days. However, the question is a good one and has remained with me. How to answer this? Love is always present within every human being I believe. For some, a place in the dark could also represent a place of silence, loneliness, or the sound of mental chatter grinding away while one wishes for a lover’s embrace.
As a child, I recall needing two doors left wide open, and a nightlight on at all times in order to feel safe enough to close my eyes and attempt to go to sleep. Where was love in this dark twin bed on the third floor of Macon Avenue?
Why was light the only key to my safety?
Where was love when this light went out?
~ Anita Adams 2/4/2019
Here in Applachia …
land of heavy snowfalls, frost, rime ice and mistletoe
winter seems to have passed us by returning to Spring
daffodils and irises are sprouting through the brown, soggy ground
record rainfalls, fog and plenty of clouds
Where’s winter asks the worms as they squirm along the pavement looking for their home in the darkness of the earth
Where’s winter asks the fish in the pond as they swim around, confused by warm temperatures, sunshine, short days and rain
Where’s winter asks the trees as they sway back and forth confused by the winds of an early Spring…instead of Winter’s frozen ground
Where’s winter asks the farmers as their fields begin to sprout
Where’s winter asks I as I look about?
© Anita Adams 1/2019
I’m often reminded that each day I have a choice to begin again – anew – to make amends where needed – that there’s so much to be grateful for – there’s always something to give back to people – the planet – that something is as simple as a smile – a thank you – it’s love in every form of kindness and respect to another human being, mother earth, animal, flower, tree, stream. Pick up trash, recycle, decrease use of plastic and anything else that will not decompose in a landfill – cook more – share what you have – care for self and loving self is NOT selfish. This year as in years past, I create a list of prayers and intentions for myself and those I love before the year ends, and at the stroke of midnight, I walk into the New Year of New beginnings with list in hand and a heart full of all that I would love to happen for myself, others, our planet, my community and the universe trusting that the God of my understanding hears me always and answers my requests in His time.
Happy, Peaceful and Healthy New Year to all!
© Anita Adams – 12/29/2018
Quote shared: Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars.to change the world. — Harriett Tubman
I’m full of dreams, passions, compassion and art. Self-love, I’m only beginning to understand how necessary it is to fully love self in order to bring those dreams to fruition. As Harriett Tubman so beautifully states, Every dream begins with a dreamer.
Anita Adams 11/10/2018
he wrote once …
where does love go when the light goes out
a question to ponder
the answer, I believe is under the covers
faith steps in and out
a dance, a rhythm of breath and sound
where does love go when the lights go out
love is always present
just whisper and listen
I’m here under the covers
©Anita Adams 2018