she touched it, rolled it around in her hands
what does this stone have to say, what is its tale
the stone that looks like two lovers
cold and gray
two lovers with a cloak
together they form a heart
a heart made of stone
a stone from the earth
whose journey was a rough and tumbling one
as they traveled in the river once large
to a creek, wearing their edges
whispering to one another
picked up by a stranger
found on a path or in a stream
in some random place
on a day unknown
male and female
clinging to one another through the elements
determined to hold one another until the end
whose tight grip formed a heart
a heart of stone
©Anita Adams 2018
Dreams like fireflies in a vessel
longing to be free – to escape
gasping for air in the jar holding them captive
until the dreamer releases them
they fly away
free – to be realized
to be acknowledged
be seen – be heard
like words on a page
until they are read
read with the heart
fireflies and dreams – fly free
to become the dreams that were dreamt by the dreamer
© Anita Adams 9/11/17
Invisible Me Study by Anita Adams – first conceived in 2015, rev. 2017
Objective: To give women of all ages, ethnicity, economic, educational or sexual orientation an opportunity to be heard either by poem, quote, short story, prose or statement a voice using the AWA (Amherst Writers & Artists workshop method), or by an invitation and agreement to share their voice in response to two Writing Prompts.
Number to be interviewed: Interview 50 women ages 18 & up
- Name of Writer (in whatever manner the Narrator/Writer chooses)
- Statement/Poem/Prose/Short Story
- Region or Country where Participant grew up.
Authorization/Release Form: Complete, sign and return the attached Authorization/Release Form for publication purposes (to be sent separately).
Publishers to be considered: AWA Press, Hazelden, Alfred A. Knopf, Self-Published
Contact for AWA Prompts: AWA.AAdams@gmail.com
Please respect the originality and personal property of this project to be solely that of Anita Adams aka AAdamsLLC. All communication and offers to assist with its fruition should be directed to Anita Adams first. AWA.AAdams@gmail.com Thank you. www.CalledtoWrite.org
Please visit the above link to learn more about a new Women’s Study Project.
- Seeking women ages 18 & up to share their stories, poems or statement about Invisibility and Visibility
- If interested, please register for your Online Prompts Online AWA Women’s Study Project.
I believe all Women should be Heard as well as Seen.
A very enjoyable piece read this morning by Garrison Keillor:
|My Ancestral Home
by Louis Jenkins
We came to a beautiful little farm. From photos
I’d seen I knew this was the place. The house
and barn were painted in the traditional Falu
red, trimmed with white. It was nearly mid-
summer, the trees and grass, lush green, when
we arrived the family was gathered at a table
on the lawn for coffee and fresh strawberries.
Introductions were made all around, Grandpa
Sven, Lars-Olaf and Marie, Eric and Gudren,
Cousin Inge and her two children… It made me
think of a Carl Larsson painting. But, of course,
it was all modern, the Swedes are very up-to-
date, Lars-Olaf was an engineer for Volvo, and
they all spoke perfect English, except for
Grandpa, and there was a great deal of laughter
over my attempts at Swedish. We stayed for a
long time laughing and talking. It was late in
the day, but the sun was still high. I felt a won-
derful kinship. It seemed to me that I had
known these people all my life, they even
looked like family back in the States. But as it
turned out, we had come to the wrong farm.
Lars-Olaf said, “I think I know your people, they
live about three miles from here. If you like I
could give them a call.” I said that no, it wasn’t
necessary, this was close enough.
“My Ancestral Home” by Louis Jenkins from European Shoes. © Will O’ the Wisp Books, 2008. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Thank you Garrison! And a HUGE thank you to Louis Jenkins!
Life is so full…
..full of details
..of the doing.
Scheduling time for self appears to be elusive, but necessary.
Where does the time go?
Shopping, cleaning, driving, creating, writing, managing finances, working, remembering others, giving back, in contemplation and prayer, planning, scheduling, creating art while pushing a grocery cart.
Wherever time takes me – that’s where I am. I am here., therefore, God is here too.
Breathe. Believe. Play. Laugh. Pause – because this is the way. The way to the heart. The way to balance it all.
One day life will not be so full.
That day is not today.
© Anita Adams
I’ve been working on crafting a Dream I had last year sometime, and although it is not finished the essence of it is this:
My Last Day on Earth – A Dream
In the dream, it is my last day on earth. Friends and family are somehow gathered to a potluck to wish me farewell. It’s evening, and I’m waiting with the hostess at a house, circa 1950’s on top of a Town Mountain. As I wait in the house, I am pacing in a dimly lit dining room, walking and gazing out a bank of three windows. Everything in the house is either white, gray or brown. Pine wooden floors, white shiplap walls, brown antique wooden door. There’s a sense in me and others of peace and a knowingness that all is well. Being a woman of faith, I understand death is inevitable.
As friends and family gather bringing casseroles, beverages, vegetable plates, salads and desserts, they enter through the brown wooden door and place their dishes on a long white wooden dining table. We look at each other and smile in silent reverence, as I continue to walk gently in front of the windows, and it dawns on me that this will also be the last sunset I will see here on earth.
Two of my daughter’s childhood friends come in with a magenta card and hand it to me. As I read the card, filled with reflections of what I’ve meant to them in their life, I notice it also contains $98. The $98 puzzles me and still is a questionable piece of this dream. Just as I finish reading the card, hugging and loving on them, I notice the light in the room begins to change to a glow.
An urgency rises in me to get to the bank of three windows to view my last sunset. This is how it appeared to me in the dream (I took this photo in 2011):
Feeling grateful to see these rainbow hues of my last sunset on earth, another question arises in me before the sun sets. It is this: “How do I wish to live or leave this day?”
©Anita Adams 2017
Grateful for the rain
for the blessings pouring on my window panes
for windows to view the outdoor world
the green lushness of grasses, flowers and trees
birds singing and nesting
the art of natures rhythm and melodic sounds fill the air
and all at once announce, “spring is here!”
© Anita Adams