Grief

Comes in the night like a thief

stealing my joy leaving me numb

tears overflowing

exhausted by the sadness

my loved ones lives are nearing the end

I pray that they will not suffer or know pain

and so life’s journey begins its ending

memory lapses, dulled senses, unable to see, hear, read or write – communication comes in the form of food, a hug, a squeeze, a kiss and if we’re lucky, a hearty laugh

the Treasures left behind are the memories we cling to – thank God for the stories, the photos, the letters and poems we will all cherish until it’s our turn

God, Jesus, Mary and the Holy Spirit be with them, be with those we love who are nearing their return home

welcome them with open arms to where we all once began as one.

~ Anita Adams 5/19/24

Moving at the Speed of Trust

Born, we crawl

Stand, we fall

Speaking, we stumble

Learning, we fumble

Navigating Life’s Ups and Downs

Weaving side to side, we’re lost

Then, found

Re-membering, we Pray

Our Hearts rejoice as we hear,  His voice

Soft at first, listening

We grow silent, sit still

Listening deeper, to the One who whispers to every Heart and Soul – “Trust Me”

Breathing in these words

We remember, this Whisperer is the Father, His Voice guides us

He is ALWAYS with us, and in us

He is Home

Ever present, standing close, awaiting our call, he answers, while allowing us to…

Move at the Speed of Trust.

©Anita Adams 2/8/2024


Life and all that’s in it is Spirit-Full

says an excerpt from one of my Daily Meditation books…

this line reminds me that HOPE is alive also

FAITH in something GREATER than myself I believe exists in everyone’s life

HOW are we connected; HOW are we made in the Creator’s image? I have this very concrete image that it is our HEARTS that connect us ALL.

I’ve been drawing illustrations of my conversations with the Creator, God, Divine, True Source using Hearts as the focal point.

Let me know your thoughts regarding these drawings and reflections.

~ Anita 2022

Defining the God of my Understanding
Asking for Guidance.

Since COVID arrived, my life like everyone else’s has been disrupted in a way that has given me a lot of time to read, meditate, walk in nature, draw, write, create and so many moments to notice and be grateful for all the comforts and abilities I have. I am Called to Write.

PEACE to you and yours always….. Anita, Writer, Artist 8/12/2022

Flying

As a child I dreamt of flying often

teaching people how to fly

the feeling of REAL freedom

freedom of thought, location, restraint, rules and a welcoming sense of

Peace, Acceptance, Love, Safety, Security and a DEEP Knowingness that ALL IS WELL

God is with me always, I need not fear any thing or any one

I have always believed that there is something I have to teach, to share, yet, I know I must learn more first, then, I can truly share my experience, strength and hope;

like the Oak Tree, my Prayers form with each root;

each utterance of this prayer is flown from the Birds and Butterflies who take them to the Heavens and are later turned into sunshine, rain or snow and fall back upon me softly to be absorbed, and the cycle continues

6/20/22