in stillness I sit
bluebird comes to the bath outside my window
beautiful is she
daffodils are blooming on the bank and it’s February
pond is flowing with the sounds of trickle trickle
pines stand tall at the top of the hill, firmly rooted
Still here Still here
Life and all that’s in it is … Still here
~Anita Adams 1/29/2023
a Sunday afternoon
Grandchildren and Children
A little girls’ laughter yesterday in the grocery store
Parents
the River
my Brothers
gratitude for Walking
a small garden
Friends here and so many gone
the morning light as it fills the bird feeders outside my window
pond with frogs croaking and water lilies blooming
Breath and Spirit
Love and Mystery
Life in the present moment
Trees and their silent reverence
Surrender and Acceptance 
Tell me what I missed….
Today – I missed the basking in the warmth of the sun
Yesterday – I missed a walk in the evening
A Year ago – I missed celebrating Good Friday with my Mom
Missing the smiles behind the masks, the hugs from those I know and love, and those I like, but know not – yet
All the moments and hugs from my grandsons from September 2020 until now
Life and its fluidity
Making the most of those moments and grateful for the comforts I have – a partner, a home, eyes that see, ability to feel with my heart and mirror the love back that’s been gifted to me.
Prayers that go something like this….
I am Tree
Tiny seed placed in the ground
Watered and nurtured with sunlight
God’s spirit poured out on me
Help me grow a little at a time
Roots clinging to the earth
Filled with the Spirit
Nourished with nutrients to grow
Branches stretched up toward the Heavens
Swaying in the wind
Dancing, singing with birds and bees
Giving thanks to our Creator
Singing songs like I Believe
Thank you – Love, Me
©Anita Adams 2021
rain falls outside in the dark
the sound is comforting
the ground is drinking
worms are swimming
keys are tapping
water splashing
another day has passed
it’s dark and time has lapsed
tick tock goes the clock
another day gone
work sucks the energy from me and he
another day inside
deprived of the trees
longing for the weekend
the forest
the trail
the streams
another day
tick tock
a favorite Holiday
anticipated joy
clean slate
white magic
everything – clean
decorated – the trees and branches
an invitation to play
sled
an unexpected – art day
Snow Magic!
©Anita Adams 2021
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!
Monday
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
Abscess discovered – root canal scheduled – yikes!
How’s your day
Fine you say
By the way, what does ‘fine’ mean
Not rough – boring- painful – just like yesterday
My day began and ended with an abscess
Now, it ends with a sigh – a record – relaxation and perhaps a giggle
It will not end with Fine
~ Anita Adams 1/18/2021
This Tree – Anita’s Tree was cut down from the Biltmore Grounds and a Sapling was planted. I wish the Sapling well. And I bid this beautiful Meadow Oak farewell.
flying without wings
through the air
through the trees
through a cloud
over the pond
glimpse the frog
land on a log
flying side by side with lady dragonfly
turning stones in the creek
scoop one up and fly it home
fly so fast
land on land at last
Dreaming.
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
is the sky
blue is the heaven
new is the day
fresh is the air
wind in her hair
song in her heart
~ Anita 2/2020
Called to Write 