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.
I Somehow Always Need Help
Especially when I go shopping with a five-pound toy poodle I have a love/hate relationship with self-checkout machines. Somehow, I always, but always need help. Does that mean I’ve thrown in the towel, madly waving a white flag, determined that I will never again...
When Hanging On for Dear Life Gets New Meaning
But when I Am weak Is when He Is strongOutside my study window, the wind is doing The Dance of The Tree Branches. Verse One goes Up and Down, Around and Side to Side, while the second verse starts: “Let’s see how many branches we can break off.”Hanging onAt the end of...
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?
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?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...
FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.
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...
WHY DO I WRITE?
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...
IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.
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...
WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?
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...
EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.
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...
STANDING AT A CROSSROAD.
STANDING AT A CROSSROAD.Something happened this morning. Well, it’s been brewing for a while but finally HAPPENED this morning. I opened my favorite devotional, the amazing writings from Oswald Chambers. And came across a note I made two years ago. January 16th, 2017....
HE’S A GENTLEMAN.
HE’S A GENTLEMAN.I grew up in a home where my brothers wouldn’t sit down to a meal before my mother was seated. They’d stand behind their chairs. Respectfully. The one nearest to her would pull out her chair and wait until she sat. My brothers would open car doors for...
WHY COULDN’T I LEAVE WELL ALONE.
WHY COULDN’T I LEAVE WELL ALONE.I’m Tired, Overwhelmed and Confused. What evil spirit prompted me to check my “likes” on May I Hug You.com. That website. My first born, the child of my heart, the one linked to Facebook. I gave that infant all my love. My attention. My...
SOAKING IT UP.
SOAKING IT UP.The spiritual part of our being never says “I can’t.” It simply soaks up everything around it. (Oswald Chambers) For a while now, I’ve been wondering whether there’s still a book lurking somewhere inside me. I believe in each of us there are stories....