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THE STORIES AND GLORIES OF HUGGING A STRANGER A DAY … AND OTHER LIFE LESSONS

Ida Adams

Writer/Dreamer. Not of this world. Just passing through. Lover of All Creatures Great and Small. Unapologetic Christian.

How Real Is Your God?

How Real Is Your God?

God is my constant companion. “Do you not know that you are a temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?”(1 Corinthians 3:16, NKJV). I walk with Him. I talk to Him. I guess it would be scary if it weren’t so much fun having Him hang around. Sometimes,...

Why I No Longer Listen to Nessun Dorma

Why I No Longer Listen to Nessun Dorma

Nick [email protected] And who am I to judge — Let no one sleep I love music. My earliest memories of my parents revolve around music. Singing after home worship on a Sunday evening. Those old hymns. The one my mother would not play because I always started crying....

Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself

Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself

Especially during an election I am sick of politics. My American husband tries again and again to explain the intricacies, traditions, and more of politics in the United States. I don’t care. It is ugly. All of it is ugly. I don’t want any part of this. There's a bad...

Life Like a River Flows

Life Like a River Flows

Seeking peace This morning the water in the canal outside my office window is dead still. There’s no breeze playfully distorting its calm. No boat has come by yet, leaving a “V” of rippling water behind. All is well in canal land. Then there's my life. Here too, all...

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

I love silence. Ours is a quiet household. With only my husband and I and two small dogs in the last house at the end of a cul de sac, silence is a given. Canals on two sides, gardens on the other, similar neighbors across the road, oh yes, it’s not hard to have...

How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

I Created a Cave Called Solitude. Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash Sometimes being an empath is not all it’s cracked out to be. People, often total strangers, talk to me. I sense the story behind the story. What they are not saying. Their actions reveal more. There is...

Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Ida Adams Sep 17 · Personal photo from writer’s files It was one of those perfect mornings. A brief thunderstorm overnight had left us a rain-washed garden. Steam rose from the soil as the sun crept over the horizon, promising another hot, humid day. Buzzing wings...

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

Ida Adams Sep 17 · Personal photo from writer’s files It was one of those perfect mornings. A brief thunderstorm overnight had left us a rain-washed garden. Steam rose from the soil as the sun crept over the horizon, promising another hot, humid day. Buzzing wings...

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?Somewhere. Anywhere. Begging to Come Out. · There was the Mills and Boone phase out of the U.K. Hearts and Flowers. Gentle romances that didn’t make one wrap the book cover in brown paper when reading in public. “This,” I thought, “this I...

WHY DO I WRITE?

WHY DO I WRITE?

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.There, I think that covers everyone! MAY I HUG YOU has passed it “use by date.” It is time to hit the pause button, step back and regroup. It has been a great and grand ride. Starting with my – Adventures of Hugging a Stranger...

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.

WHY DO I WRITE?January 30, 2017. Is it really two years ago than I wrote this headline? Yes, I checked and double checked. It is. Some of you might remember. Some newcomers to my website, won’t. But here I am. Nothing has changed. I still write because I cannot NOT...

WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?

WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.Tear my clothes. Thump my chest. Alas. This is the 21st Century. If I did something like the above, someone would call 911 and they’d take me away for evaluation. Probably Baker Act me should the Captain object and tell them...

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.

WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?Lately, I’ve been quietly freaking out.  And after the “derrring do” this past weekend in Washington, even more than usual. I’m not always quiet about it but the Captain has selective hearing and when immersed in Sudoku, turns deaf anyway. But...

STANDING AT A CROSSROAD.

STANDING AT A CROSSROAD.

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.I’m in the sunset of my life. I’ve said farewell to late afternoon Yet, I’m not ready to welcome twilight. I find, at this time of my life, that long forgotten hymns and Bible verses from Bible study in my teens are parading through my...

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