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.
a simple question has rested on my desk for a year or more –
it reads Where am I headed? – a great question. These are my reflections today….
Where am I headed?
Hours turn into days
days into weeks
weeks into months
time, tasks, memories and dreams are all that are left
an invisible bag of dreams
photographic and emotional memories
with no where to go, no where to run – except to God
as I stand at the foot of the mountain or a day of enormous work demands- before I climb – I pause, take a deep breath and pray to the Divine – ‘Guide me – I do not know where or what you want of me – Guide me’
exercising my body and mind – I follow a schedule and take each moment as it comes…
…. when moments of laughter or joy surface – I give in and embrace these as a miracle
when tears fall, I let them flow
at the end of the day, I see that I made it through another day – unscathed, stronger or softer, more open than closed, more grateful than not – perhaps, the answer to the question: Where am I headed? is this – Awareness and Gratitude for all the Blessings seen and felt.
Peace to you on your Journey of Life.
~ Anita 9/2020
heart is heavy
tears sift like starchy water through the steel colander
dreams become nightmares
showering helps them dissipate
dressing in exercise attire
she exercises her body
while meditating to strengthen her soul
giving thanks and trusting
the One who knows her
leaving all her hopes, dreams, fears, her life in the hands
For the love of One
circling is my pencil
cycling my feet
spinning for joy
walking – peace
twirling for fun
digging in the creek- to discover stone treasures underneath
climbing mountains to breathe in the view
hiking to explore
swimming in the ocean my body is alive
Flying without wings – a dream achieved
Pack a bag with all that I desire for myself and loved ones in the year that follows – a tradition I’ve been celebrating for over 20 years
Red underwear for a year of romance and passion says the Italians
Yellow underwear for health claim the CostaRicans
Mix and match I say
Writing a list of desires and packing them in a bag to walk out into the New Year at the stroke of mid-night with a prayer – an intention in my heart for myself and others packed neatly and carried by my side
A sparkler or popper, firework or two with a piece of dark chocolate and a sip of something sparkling to clink as my love and I greet and love our way into a New Year
2020 – 60 awaits me, I’m half way there – hopefully, healthier and wiser – living my dreams instead of just dreaming them
traveling wherever we would like to go with enough to sustain us and share as we go
Happy New Year one and all!
~ Anita Adams 12/31/2019
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
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
filled with intrigue
details
Imagery
Colorful
Feeling
Sounds
Light
Interpretation
Premonition or Clarification of a time past or present
Educational or nonsense
Compelling
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
Called to Write 