Inspiration comes in many forms. Writing can be spurred by a simple word, a melody, the light, sound, or dream.
Dreams, like thick clouds, roll in and what emerges is only really to known to the unconscious. Continue reading
Don’t worry about …
the hand me downs worn until too tight
or the education they never believed you deserved
Don’t worry about …
the acknowledgement of any of your achievements you never received
or the way you were told to stay in your room until a month had passed
you’re free now — you’re the only one holding yourself back
You are free now …
to do as you please
to live your dream
to fly above the clouds
to shine your light so bright
to believe in the person you are and always were meant to be
trust God who knows all and remember to quit holding on so tightly.
Anita Adams 10/2018
A note card sits on my desk. Its message reads Only when she stopped hanging on so tightly did she begin to fly.
It serves as a reminder to me that my dreams, deserve my attention. The dream is much like a seed planted in rich soil. It requires enough water and sunshine to grow, enough love to see it through. Oxygen and breath are also a necessity. As well as, some thoughtful pruning to bring it to fruition.
Dreams will bloom just like the seed planted carefully in the soil. Imagine a blue bird with gold seeds on its back. These seeds carry in them specific dreams unique for each of us.
Look for the gold seed. In it, is your dream. Plant it and watch it grow into the dream you’ve always known. Time to fly. Dream within our hearts. Dream within our souls.
©Anita Adams 2018
a dream is dreamt
filled with intrigue
Premonition or Clarification of a time past or present
Educational or nonsense
Rainbow in Clouds
dreams occur between sleep and dawn – over the rainbow as the moon sets and the sun rises.
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
Dreams, like clouds
visible to the eye
just out of reach
time to pull the clouds down
step on them like a magic carpet
flying high above the pines
to foreign lands and islands
painting rainbows in the sky
smiling all the while
until my heart calls me back to the ground
to play in the sand
find my oak tree
and lay my head down
© Anita Adams 2018
Dreams like fireflies in a vessel
longing to be free – to escape
gasping for air in the jar holding them captive
until the dreamer releases them
they fly away
free – to be realized
to be acknowledged
be seen – be heard
like words on a page
until they are read
read with the heart
fireflies and dreams – fly free
to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer
© Anita Adams 9/11/17