Online Women’s Writing Study Project

Called to Write Online Women’s Study Project

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.

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My Ancestral Home by Louis Jenkins

A very enjoyable piece read this morning by Garrison Keillor:

 

My Ancestral Home
by Louis Jenkins

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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

Interesting Lines and Unknown Woman

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

Last Day on Earth – A Dream

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):

Sunset Shades at Max Patch

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

Gratitude Today

Ocean Surf Pawley's Island

A home

A husband

Loving children

a Frog named 8-ball

a working automobile

food in the fridge

clothes washer and dryer

eyes that see

a trip to the ocean

love to share

ears that hear

© Anita Adams 5/19/2017

Morning – May 6th

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

Called to Write in the AWA method

Juliet's Window II

Learning more about the Amherst Writers and Artists Method.

via Welcome Writers — Called to Write

For those who are unfamiliar with the Amherst Writers & Artists (AWA) method, let me share the following.

The AWA Method is based in the following philosophy.

These affirmations rest on a definition of personhood based in equality, and a definition of writing as an art form available to all persons.

  • Everyone has a strong, unique voice.
  • Everyone is born with creative genius.
  • Writing as an art form belongs to all people, regardless of economic class or educational level.
  • The teaching of craft can be done without damage to a writers original voice or artistic self-esteem.
  • A writer is someone who writes.

For more about the Amherst Writers & Artists method, please visit: Amherst Writers & Artists (AWA)