These go to eleven

October 25, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 14 Comments

Live life out loud! That can be hard to do when your entire life has been spent trying to not be the center of attention. When you’ve kept to the shadows, not causing any problems, rarely speaking out, or taking up for myself. I joke that since I’ve crossed the 50-something threshold, I’ve earned my … Continue reading These go to eleven

Glint of light

October 18, 2014October 18, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~ Anton Chekhov I had to come to the brink of shattering completely before I found my strength. Gossamer-thin fissures crisscross my whole being. You can’t see them unless I’m standing in the Light, then I am ablaze in … Continue reading Glint of light

In a wood

October 10, 2014October 10, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake

Blown out flip flop

October 9, 2014January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

If I wasn’t already dead, I’d die of embarrassment. A flip flop was the cause of my demise. Not mine, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead in such low-class footwear. Oh, I see. That’s right, I am dead. I keep forgetting. It was such a silly thing really. My friends were forever telling me … Continue reading Blown out flip flop

Without peer

September 26, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

I don't know why I am drawn more to sunsets than sunrises, to the dark rather than the light. There is a sense of magic about the night. A solitude not given to daybreak. A stillness to the day that I can feel. As if all the stress falls away, dipping below my own horizon … Continue reading Without peer

Like a phoenix

September 20, 2014September 20, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Surviving pestilence and plague, vandals and thieves, weathering blizzards and scorching sun, floods and drought, still I rise, still I am restored, still I endure. Rising from the ashes, a phoenix among the flames, ignoring rules of behavior to grow according to my expectations.