For Sheba . . .

Furry friend,

such Soul in your eyes.

I’ve never seen it

in a four-legged creature,

the depth I see in you.

Sweet, Precious, Gentle—

You.

It is your time, Dear One,

but it’s difficult to let you go.

That, due to circumstances,

we’ve been Blessed

to share so much time with you

as of late,

is a Miracle of the most wondrous kind.

You are Nate’s buddy—

the way you two look at each other

makes my heart melt.

He snuggles you, caresses you, walks you

(or do you walk him?),

even has your back when the mean lady

yells at you for walking on her grass!

He can’t compliment you enough—

he says you’re just so

sweet, nice, good . . .

Wow, he will miss you for sure.

But, too, the Wise Soul in him knows . . .

yes, deep down, he knows . . .

 that

Change

happens when It’s ready,

not when we are.

And Adalynn cares for you

like she’s your Mama . . .

always concerned about where you are,

happy to let you in and out

when you tap your paw on the windowpane.

Oh, “Aunt Sheba” . . .

You and I,

we danced,

 literally.

You’ve got moves that would put

Michael Jackson to shame!

Maybe the two of you

will do a little moonwalkin’

sometime soon.

Sheba Louise . . . good, good girl.

Tears stream down my face . . .

Pappy Bill, our dad,

he loves you more than he loves anyone!

Okay, so maybe that’s because

you don’t scream, yell, jump on the furniture,

cry, stay out past curfew or worry him sick . . .

but, mostly, it’s just because you’re

You.

What’s not to Love?

You are Love Itself.

Grandma Carol, our mom,

said she can honestly say

she’s never been angry with you,

and I believe her!

Bet she can’t say the same about me:-).

You’re my sister, my best doggy friend.

I didn’t hug you or pet you

as much as I would have liked

 because—geesh—

you shed like nobody’s business!

Now, I’d wear your fur

like my favorite sweater.

It’s true sometimes

that

 we don’t know what we have

until it’s gone.

No, you know,

that’s NOT true in this case.

We knew what we had in You,

‘cause you’re just . . .

so simple,

so easy,

so

You.

And we will continue

to know what we have in You

even as your body changes form.

You truly are

The Best Dog Ever!!!

And I’m not even a “dog person.”

Gosh, we’re all gonna miss You.

Tears . . . tears . . . tears . . .

Sheba,

enjoy the rest of your Journey

as your Spirit,

for certain,

lives on . . .

Sweet, Precious Girl—

hugs, kisses, paws . . .

and one last look in those eyes . . .

By the Wayside

 

By the Wayside

 

“Your plans—

cancel them,

and come this way.”

That’s what

the tiny voice

whispered

in my ear.

And I knew.

I knew it was time

for me

to be prepared

to move on a whim,

at the drop of a dime.

Home

is no longer

a structure made of

bricks or wood or stone.

Home

is what I take with me

wherever I go.

The chimes—

so lovely—

and here they are again,

calling my name,

beckoning me to align

with the wind

that makes them dance.

They sing me a song

of surrender,

peace,

ease . . .

as I pack my bags yet again.

“Settled”

fell away.

Uncertainty and Ambiguity

are my traveling companions now,

walking by my side

as I

find my way.

I stumble in the dark,

but I can’t resist the Light.

Light recognizes me as Itself

and invites me to become

One

with It.

Then I shall

Shine,

Glow,

Beam,

Radiate . . .

and the path will be

lit up

for others

whose plans

fell by the wayside.

Copyright © 2012 by Amy Adams

From:  Book of Life:  Poems for the Journey

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Amy Adams is a poet/writer/facilitator who wishes to serve Humanity and the Cosmos by authentically expressing what it has come to mean to her to be Divinely Human.  Her initial inspiration came from what she calls a “tried and true ‘Dark Night of the Soul’ experience.”  Insights, poems and writings continue to pour through her to this day, and she will write as long as writing is what’s in front of her.  In addition to writing, she enjoys dancing, singing, walking, reading, nature, conversations, playing . . .

Joy has become her guide, and she intends to share It by aligning with Flow, living Alive and creating a space where Joy is called forth from within the depths of every Being whose life she touches.

“Humaira” is a name that was gifted to her at the time the writings began.  Amy has come to know Humaira as a very clear and wise aspect of her Being, one who is not censored, but who lives naturally, simply and from a place of Aliveness.  When Amy aligns with the “Humaira energy,” a co-creative synergy seems to occur, and it is magical beyond even the words.

Amy currently resides in Montour Falls, NY and Altoona, PA, and takes her “Home” with her wherever she goes.

You can find Amy/Humaira by visiting the following:

Email

amy1111adams@gmail.com

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Facebook

http://www.facebook.com/HumairaAmyAdamsPoetWriterFacilitator

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Twitter

@amy1111adams

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WordPress Blog

“The Dancing Pen”

https://humairaamyadams1111.wordpress.com/

Amy is a regular contributor to the online magazine

lightworkersworld.com

Look for Amy’s upcoming books:

 Book of Love:  Poems to Light Your Way Home

Book of Life:  Poems for the Journey

Book of Light:  Poetic Vibrations for Healing, Balancing and Activating Your Chakras

Dying to Live:  One Woman’s Journey through the Darkness and into the Light

Through a mobile service which she is calling

Traveling Light:  A Moving Space to Carry You Home,

Amy is available for poetry readings,

phone sessions and/or as a

playshop/workshop facilitator,

all related to coming Home to our Selves

and shining our Light to the world and beyond.

Amy is also beginning training as

an ecstatic dance facilitator.  The playshops/workshops will contain

opportunities for healing and expressing the Joy that we are

through poetry, writing and dance.