Beginning

January 5, 2014January 5, 2014 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

Men often become what they believe themselves to be. If I believe I cannot do something, it makes me incapable of doing it. But when I believe I can, then I acquire the ability to do it even if I didn't have it in the beginning.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi The time has come to not … Continue reading Beginning

On a grand scale

December 7, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 10 Comments

Sunsets and sunrises at the beach can be stunning. The expansive vista, unencumbered by obstruction, goes on forever. It's like being able to see to the end of the world. I've been witness to some spectacular displays of color. Ethereal paintings of such magnitude that I am dwarfed by the enormity, and at the same time, … Continue reading On a grand scale

Into the light

November 30, 2013January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 27 Comments

Finally, after meager years lost in the wilderness, Willys and his family escape the pinewood jungle. Squinting against dazzling sunlight, they face an unfamiliar and frightening world. Turning ‘round, they return to Shangri-La. NaBloPoMo 30/30

Bas relief

November 23, 2013January 15, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 4 Comments

Neap tides and a vacant beach leave the shore smooth and flawless. There are no creatures lingering to mar pristine sands, only the wash of seawater receding back to the ocean. A tidal pool, its brine emptied by a searing sun, reveals a bas-relief of bygone waves. Embossed by motion and power, crystalline quartz shimmers … Continue reading Bas relief

Onions and mushrooms

November 16, 2013 ~ Tara R. ~ 12 Comments

You’re complicated and layered like an onion. The more I learn about you, peeling away each layer, the more you make me cry. No, that’s not right. Thinking, thinking. Okay, you’re like a raw egg. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, surrounded by a mystery. A little cracked, a bit runny, kind of like snot. … Continue reading Onions and mushrooms

Gone fishin’

November 12, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 13 Comments

The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as levers, they climbed out of the waist-deep hole. They tossed the shovels across mounds of loose dirt, then found shade under a spreading oak. Sprawling out on the soft grass, Joss pulled his dusty T-shirt … Continue reading Gone fishin’