in stillness I sit
bluebird comes to the bath outside my window
beautiful is she
daffodils are blooming on the bank and it’s February
pond is flowing with the sounds of trickle trickle
pines stand tall at the top of the hill, firmly rooted
Still here Still here
Life and all that’s in it is … Still here
~Anita Adams 1/29/2023
Tell me what I missed….
Today – I missed the basking in the warmth of the sun
Yesterday – I missed a walk in the evening
A Year ago – I missed celebrating Good Friday with my Mom
Missing the smiles behind the masks, the hugs from those I know and love, and those I like, but know not – yet
All the moments and hugs from my grandsons from September 2020 until now
Life and its fluidity
Making the most of those moments and grateful for the comforts I have – a partner, a home, eyes that see, ability to feel with my heart and mirror the love back that’s been gifted to me.
Prayers that go something like this….
I am Tree
Tiny seed placed in the ground
Watered and nurtured with sunlight
God’s spirit poured out on me
Help me grow a little at a time
Roots clinging to the earth
Filled with the Spirit
Nourished with nutrients to grow
Branches stretched up toward the Heavens
Swaying in the wind
Dancing, singing with birds and bees
Giving thanks to our Creator
Singing songs like I Believe
Thank you – Love, Me
©Anita Adams 2021
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.
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.
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
Confusion
iritation
hostage
mitigation
conclusion
one day at a time
the answer to all frustrations
breathe
believe
let go of the unseen
“What was once, is no more, what’s more, is gone to sleep behind the shadows.”
©Anita Adams 2019
a day to remember the precious ground upon which our feet trod and the grass or sand that covers it
a day to get hands dirty, pulling weeds, trimming trees, listening to the water as it tumbles into the stream
find a place of stillness and go within, a face in the sun, a face in the wind
say thank you and plant another tree, flower, bush, or seed
enjoy your earth, your garden, your tree
How can I live here with all this grief…
… with all these memories and little relief?
How can I live here without being?
How can I live here and still breathe?
Faith. Trust. A hug. A hand. A shared prayer.
… Just Believe – He answered, He appeared.
© Anita Adams 5/7/2018
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
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