a Sunday afternoon
Grandchildren and Children
A little girls’ laughter yesterday in the grocery store
Parents
the River
my Brothers
gratitude for Walking
a small garden
Friends here and so many gone
the morning light as it fills the bird feeders outside my window
pond with frogs croaking and water lilies blooming
Breath and Spirit
Love and Mystery
Life in the present moment
Trees and their silent reverence
Surrender and Acceptance 
God’s Grace
To Live One day at a time
Eyes that See the Beauty of any moment
Ears that Hear the sounds of nature
a Body that moves with ease
Imagination to Create Art
a Grateful Heart
gifts of surplus to Share with others
Gratitude for Blessings received
these are what I wish for you
~ Anita Adams 4/2/22
Monday
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day
Abscess discovered – root canal scheduled – yikes!
How’s your day
Fine you say
By the way, what does ‘fine’ mean
Not rough – boring- painful – just like yesterday
My day began and ended with an abscess
Now, it ends with a sigh – a record – relaxation and perhaps a giggle
It will not end with Fine
~ Anita Adams 1/18/2021
This Tree – Anita’s Tree was cut down from the Biltmore Grounds and a Sapling was planted. I wish the Sapling well. And I bid this beautiful Meadow Oak farewell.
is the sky
blue is the heaven
new is the day
fresh is the air
wind in her hair
song in her heart
~ Anita 2/2020
children
pets
chores
laundry
fields
grudge
self
2019
© Anita Adams 2020
life exists
hidden
truths, lies, denial, laughter, love, balance and so much more
behind the veil, once lifted, one can not return to what was – only to accept what is
behind the veil
© Anita Adams 2020
Years ago, I traveled with my son, age four to Austin Texas in a 3 on the column chocolate brown with white camper GMC Truck and no A/C. We would drive 8 hours then stop at a La Quinta for the night, rested, eat, and drive another for a period of three 8 hour legs. We finally arrived in Austin and visited a head shop during that time called Oat Willies. They had a bumper sticker which I later attached to my truck that read Onward through the Fog.
On foggy mornings, like the one we’re having today, those words come to mind with a different meaning.
Leaving you with the same excitation: Onward through the Fog!
Crickets chirp in the early morning hours
birds song follows as morning sun rises
leaves scatter the ground beneath the cherry tree
Autumn approaches
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
Here in Applachia …
land of heavy snowfalls, frost, rime ice and mistletoe
winter seems to have passed us by returning to Spring
daffodils and irises are sprouting through the brown, soggy ground
record rainfalls, fog and plenty of clouds
Where’s winter asks the worms as they squirm along the pavement looking for their home in the darkness of the earth
Where’s winter asks the fish in the pond as they swim around, confused by warm temperatures, sunshine, short days and rain
Where’s winter asks the trees as they sway back and forth confused by the winds of an early Spring…instead of Winter’s frozen ground
Where’s winter asks the farmers as their fields begin to sprout
Where’s winter asks I as I look about?
© Anita Adams 1/2019
Called to Write 