The Next Chapter

July 25, 2026July 25, 2026 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / Leave a comment

Retirement. ? Sounds lovely, but is it really?

What’s happened to me can really be described like the rogue sock tumbling in the dryer attaching itself to odd things in order to get lost or ONE DAY be FOUND.

I began with thoughts of lots of time for CREATIVITY – Writing, Walking, Photography, Clearing the Clutter from my home, drawers, closets, GARAGE! – Some of this has happened! SOME of this has remained the same or increased with the unwanted ten pounds I gained! Shingles, Cortisol, Grief, Stress, other responsibilities became more demanding. Losing my Mom last July 4th.

Like the sock tumbling in the dryer aimlessly, yet longing to attach itself to something, I am attempting to become comfortable with being uncomfortable and not knowing the direction in which to be at peace and find my NEW purpose.

If anyone reading this would like to share their personal NEXT CHAPTER story, I would welcome how you arrived where you are in one piece with happiness and joy, instead of longing and aimless.

Like the Sock in a Dryer

I stumble out of bed

Go to my Yoga Room

Sometimes to write and pray first

Other times, to move my body

and strengthen my muscles

in an attempt to grow stronger and leaner

My pleas for help from God, I believe are heard

for some reason, unknown to me at this moment

the sock is stuck in my ear and I cannot hear the guidance

Peace to you and yours,

7/25/26 ~ Anita Adams

Missing Sock Mate – Missing Soul Mate ?

Prepare for the NEXT CHAPTER – it’s not as lovely OR Easy as you might believe it to be. As I say this, I realize that every chapter, transition in my life has been a challenge. Change no matter what it is – IS different. Bring a Friend, have a routine, even if it’s small at first, it will help, while you look back at the list of to-dos and hope to’s.

With Love and Gratitude, Anita

Grief, Sorrow & Peace

July 18, 2025 / Called to Write - NC Trees Photography / 1 Comment

_{Grief has arrived and with it every day and night is different}

Someone I loved has left this earth, this one was my ‘Momma’ – the Matriarch – the Queen Bee

She left peacefully, surrounded by those closest to her that loved her completely

Music played in the her bedroom – familiar songs of ‘Mack the Knife’ ‘Moon River’ and more – songs she danced to just a few months ago

She became young again before our eyes – her complexion was radiant – not a wrinkle in sight – eyes closed, Dad said she looks likes she’s 40 years old

the Minutes, Hours, Days and now, Weeks that she’s been Gone from Our Sight have been filled with Memories, Conversations, Disbelief and questions of What now?

I communicate not only through my thoughts with her, but in writing, I don’t believe I’ve been able to still my mind enough to connect with God, yet, I have had chats with my Mom. Perhaps she is the conduit, the Angel who is here to share with me more before her voice’s whisper is also heard less and less?

In my minds’ eye, I see Momma in Heaven – gloriously radiant, dressed in a long white gown with gold light surrounding her as she now adjusts to her new environment in Heaven. She’s dancing with her daughter, my sister, Roxane, other friends and relatives effortlessly and joyfully. She’s home. Knowing that she is joyful and at peace, gives me a peaceful feeling that she is truly home.