Where is the Window, the Light, the Door

Clouds gather

Room darkens

Colder is the air

Autumn fades and with it, so do the leaves

Squirrel buries acorns on the bank

Birds feast on the feeders

Busy mind wanders

Heart longs for creative expression to reign

A familiar refrain comes to mind ‘Where does love go when the lights go out?’

Love is always here residing in the Heart, the Whisperer reminds me

The only thing required from you is to ‘Believe’

The answers may not be evident. Waiting is required. I’m not good at waiting.

Yet, I know, when the door opens effortlessly, I am walking in alignment with the Source of All Knowingness and Love, and once again, All WILL be Well.

©Anita Adams 11/25/2022

We are ALL Children of God

Hearts pure at birth

Minds untainted by the whispers of others telling us what to think, do, perceive or believe

Maturing slowly from children to teenagers

Grasping to know who we are, what we truly believe

Asking ourselves what or whom would I most like to be

Then the sun breaks through in shades of pink, gray, white with a blue sky behind those clouds

And we know, we aren’t perfect

We are ALL doing the best we can to be a human, an adult, a sister, mother, situ, wife, friend, co-worker, neighbor

Traveling and navigating a Spiritual existence in a human body

We aren’t perfect

If I don’t say the right words at the right time, or misinterpret something you’ve said or done, don’t take it personally, kindness will return, if apologies are needed they will surface and be said, if not, know that this imperfect human is doing the best they can

So to you my brother or sister in Christ, know that in my heart, underneath layers of life’s experience, exists pure love

©Anita Adams 8/2021

For the love of One

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

Have you ever…

… picked up a phone and wanted to call God?

God answers in varying ways. Not always in direct sentences, mostly, in quiet, subtle ways.

Looking back over my 50+ years, I know I’ve been protected from much harm – it’s a miracle that I am still here.

That’s God answering my prayers for guidance, healing and protection.

God whispers just believe!

That’s all that’s required from me.

Once again, I let go and breathe a sigh, and remind myself that my time is not over yet . . . just believe.

© Anita Adams 1/2020

 

Faith, breath, God - Trusting the unknown and unseen - the Invisible.

A New Years Eve Tradition

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

Sparkle On!

In the moment …

wondering

stuck

confused

tired

abused

In the moment…

it’s time to breathe in and out

to the rhythm of the wind or a count of 5 in, hold 5, out 5

where does the light go when all around looks gray and hazy about ?

go within

breathe in to the count of five

feel the wind on your face

smell the salt air

heal and believe all is well

all is well

~ Anita 2019

In the moment

Wind Whisperer

There’s a saying when something happens unexpectedly and your world turns upside down: ‘When one door closes, a window opens.’

It’s been true in my life. I never know exactly how things are going to turn out, however, my heart lets me know.

Within my heart rests the One who knows all.

My choice is to make time to be still, listen, and follow the Whisperer of Love and Guidance. ~ Anita Adams 8/2019

Transition

that place in-between

not knowing where you’re headed

and what will be


a place where only Faith can lead


a time for prayer and meditation

served with a glass of mint tea, sunshine and gurgling water

company visits in the form of an occasional hummingbird, butterfly or dove

Transition calls for Faith in the unknown and unseen


for the window to open

space for fresh air and breath

Time to let go and Believe where one will be led will be safe and free

~ Anita Adams 7/31/2019

Year ends – New beginnings

I’m often reminded that each day I have a choice to begin again – anew – to make amends where needed – that there’s so much to be grateful for – there’s always something to give back to people – the planet – that something is as simple as a smile – a thank you – it’s love in every form of kindness and respect to another human being, mother earth, animal, flower, tree, stream. Pick up trash, recycle, decrease use of plastic and anything else that will not decompose in a landfill – cook more – share what you have – care for self and loving self is NOT selfish. This year as in years past, I create a list of prayers and intentions for myself and those I love before the year ends, and at the stroke of midnight, I walk into the New Year of New beginnings with list in hand and a heart full of all that I would love to happen for myself, others, our planet, my community and the universe trusting that the God of my understanding hears me always and answers my requests in His time. 

Happy, Peaceful and Healthy New Year to all!

© Anita Adams – 12/29/2018

Tangerine skies over the Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina. Photographer: Anita Adams of NC Trees Photography
New Beginnings