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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.

A Dreadful Smell Woke Me in the Wee Hours of the Morning

A Dreadful Smell Woke Me in the Wee Hours of the Morning

A not so ordinary day in the life of a boater I didn’t move. Maybe I was dreaming. I do have strange and vivid dreams. But the soft tinkle of an ID tag rubbing against a rabies tag and joined by a dog license tag reaffirmed my worst fears. Next came the furious...

Confront Your Darkest Fears With Light

Confront Your Darkest Fears With Light

Let there be light. I will never minimize the bursts of light that have come my way during my life so far and still come. However, my main source of light is not of this world, just as I am not. I’m just passing through. Heading for that Light that is God. No cupboard...

The Poodle Who Fell Into Dark Waters

The Poodle Who Fell Into Dark Waters

Our poodle likes walking on the edge of the dock My past ranges from cringe-worthy incidents to other failures, successes, joy, and even tragedy. I do look back sometimes and reflect, especially the times I have fallen; I will never forget those who have pulled me...

It’s Okay To Let Go of a Dream and Just Be in the Present

It’s Okay To Let Go of a Dream and Just Be in the Present

The present moment is all I have As I pray, I can only connect with God in the present moment, not in the past, not worrying about the future. It took me decades to embrace this truth as expressed so beautifully in The Sacrament of the Present Moment by...

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

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...

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

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...

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 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...

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

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

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...

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...

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