Grief, what have you done? Murdering me on a cross of sorrows I cannot bear You pierce me, haunt me, stalk me Tie me up & pin me down, Struggling under your dreaded weight I cannot breathe My head is pounding You threaten to crush my heart Immobilizing me in your grip of terror

I am here now. Where the bluest thing is the sky and the trees are the greenest green I’ve ever seen. I am continually changed by this new place and all it entails.

We came from the earth, bathed in intimacy & connection from the very beginning. Are these not our not our deepest desires? Is Divinity not simply intimacy & connection incarnate?

As an embodied soul, Tara writes to listen and connect to the part of us that is one with the Divine, home and always whole. Her words and rhymes remind us we are above what the world defines - free from any hold, beyond any worldly mold, we are beating hearts of light and gold.

Come step into my garden The fairy beckoned me I promise you a portion Of life’s elusive peace My peace was lacking That was true And not much else Had I to lose So mincing, I agreed to follow This wayward fairy to her hallow In search of peace and other things I knocked hard on fate’s unyielding ring

Do you believe we are spiritual beings having a human experience? Or is our constitution purely earthbound?

Magical…how she describes the world, her friends, the places she goes. Magical…how she looks in all those places.

It’s January 1st, 2022 & the anticipated “New Year’s Resolutions’” are in full swing. We expect this tradition each year as we determine to be better than we were the year before; to evolve into someone wiser, wealthier, stronger, healthier, kinder & more accomplished.

“Stop & smell the roses” – a common phrase coined in the 60s - echoes an ancient Wisdom; beckoning us to slow down & savor the present. Should we refuse to slow our pace, we casually pass many wonders in our hurry to “do” rather than “be”.

When Seasons Change It creeps up on you. Silent & steady, unnoticed until it transforms into something bright & beautiful; beckoning you to relish in the shift. I have always loved the changing of the seasons. Winter relents to blushing Spring, who coyly insists that life will bloom once again. Summer wrestles Spring into submission with his heatwaves.

She is the heartbeat of every heat wave; the minstrel of each muggy afternoon. There's nothing quite like water, which fuels, cools, renews, and inspires us; a bright patch of blues and greens providing refuge from the stifling warmth of the summer sun.

Grandma once asked me if I knew why boys liked race cars She said it was because they like to go fast & hug the curves & she was right. I am all curves & no edges, except for my hands & my heart

How often do we frequent the gifts of silence, the ease of stillness, the calm of the quiet, the beauty of the breath, the power of our intent? Beyond the chatter, the opinions of the day, the critic of the mind, rests the goodness of the Divine.