EVEN SONG

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(17 Nov 2011 -- One of my favorite times to take a stroll is in the evening after the day's demands are through.  The evening sights and sounds are emotionally nourishing and help untangle my thoughts and unravel my stress.  The wildness of Nature, the Mystery of its creatures, the panoramic beauty of the Lincoln Hills nestled to the Sierras – sets the day's events into perspective as the land stretches from the Delta Vales to the Sierras in as series of wetland course ways.  I'm truly Blessed to be alive and vertical.  dht)

As I walk during the last rays of daylight, the sky is alive with colored hues on horizon's clouds.

The evening is soft and cool – sounds are muted and distant with only the sky birds in the wild grasses.

There is magic in the starlit sky with a bright moon trading shadows as I walk along their prominence.

The colors on the horizon are gone now – replaced by the shades of night.

The sky no longer holds even the memories of Sunset.

The moon commands the celestial symphony, the stars twinkle in delight – at the music of the night.

The land slumbers peacefully now – under a blanket of Even Stars.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011]

GRIEF – The Invisible River

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(14 NOV 2011 --  Grief takes its own time and the only way to safely pass through it to Tomorrow, is to go through it with all its stages and setbacks and tears.  dht)

Where is the vessel or bridge that affords safe crossing to the shores of Tomorrow?

The rough waters of the Invisible River of Grief are overwhelming and do not allow crossing by wading through the depths of despair.

Yet if one stands long enough looking for a way to cross to the opposite side of Grief – one could drown in the torrent of their tears.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]

TIME – THE STILLER OF STORMS

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(13 NOV 2011 – How long does it take to cross the stormy waters of hurt, wounds, despair, grief, and betrayal?  A day?  A week?  A year?  A decade?  A Life Time?  Everything in its own Time – especially healing!  Forgiveness and resolution and closure – are but words to the story!  Time is the True guardian of the Heart!  dht)

  

So many of Life's events present trials that challenge the Heart, the Spirit, and the Mind.

As I reflect on some of the most turbulent periods and occasions in my past – it seems the only "True" and lasting balm was "Time".

Sometimes in a "Storm", there is NO rational thought -- just Rage and Fury.  The calm before the Storm is deceptive – and NOT a good gauge of the horrific waves in Fates Decree.

In the midst of conflict, there is NO solution, NO compromise, and NO patience.  The quiet holocaust needs must "play out" in its own way --  Time – the only True Stiller of Life's Storms.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]

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Lost Loves - Lost Faces

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(12 NOV 2011 – Some images -- some words just speak to the Heart -- from the Heart.  Below are the words of my maternal Cousin Emily that have a special meaning for me this month, for I was wed in November and 'rode away' in November – and continue to miss the Faces of my Lost Loves in an absence of over 30 years.  dht)

The Face we choose to miss—

Be it but for a Day

As absent as a Hundred Years,

When it has rode away.

[Poem #1141 by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson]

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(SO) SORRY WALTZ

[Photo Credit:  Google online images – abstract of dance waltz]

(10 NOV 2011 – Have you ever arrived at a crossroads in your Life, in a relationship, in a career, or in a situation – where you have just had it 'up to here"?  Well, I have and wrote this shorty as a tribute to all those who have caused me injury in the past, now, and whoever in future that dare! 

SHALL WE DANCE, you ask? 

I reply, NO THANKS -- I've had enough of your (SO) Sorry Waltz!  

Enjoy!  Comments welcome!  dht)

People say they are so sorry – such empty, hollow words –  for more often than NOT, people just turn right around and do their "sorry business" again and again.  "Repeat Offenders" you might call them – with habits and attitudes that don't change for better as their "sorry" might suggest!

From experience – I've learned to stay out of the Path of their "sorry business" – for if I don't, then I'm just begging to be "sorry'd" or worse.

But then there are those who don't even say "So Sorry" for the hurt they inflict, and the pain from those times is even worse.

I have known some "Sorry Card Carriers" who – after coming down from the high of doing an injury – figuratively whip out their "So Sorry Card"!!

If one looks closely at those cards, one can see the rolled edges of their worn "So Sorry Cards"!!

There is a reason for Ole Sayings -- and this one seems to fit:

Burn me Once    --   Shame on You!

Burn me Twice   --  Shame on Me !

Well, sometimes there are just some lessons in Life that have to be repeated until they are "Learned"!

So I say NOW to those "So Sorry Card Carriers" – I have (finally) learned this lesson! 

Therefore, I am giving you all Notice – starting from this moment of enlightenment – I will NOT "Sign" your "SO SORRY WALTZ DANCE CARD" ANY MORE!  Once was quite enough!

Moreover, I will try to avoid you whenever I hear you have requested the "Band" play your "So Sorry Waltz"!!

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011] 

WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

[Photo Source:  My Photos, My camera, Sunset over Beaver Pond -- LOOK CLOSELY and you will see a group of birds in flight in the sunset in the TOP photo. In the photo at bottom is a beautiful Oak Tree outlined in a soft evening sunset. dht]

 (8 NOV 2011 – A walk in the evening sooths the spirit and smoothes the feathers ruffled from daily stresses. I am truly BLESSED to be able to walk and to enjoy Nature's wonders! dht)

  

Time for a walk to the Beaver Pond –

where the call of birds fills the stillness --  

where the breeze whispers in Oak Trees --

where the water tumbles over a rocky dam –

while the California Canada geese, ducks, and egrets,

perform their ritual primping. 

The wild grasses sway to Nature's Tune --

insects dance at leisure –

wild roses flirt with bees –

fish play tag in gentle waters –

the rolling hills of Lincoln

nestle in the Sierra's sheltering embrace.

A place you can hear your own footsteps,

a place you can step out of yourself,

a time to ponder and daydream,

a time to think about where you are,

where you have been,

and where the Path will lead Tomorrow.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr - 2011] 

A QUIET JOY – A TIME FORGOTTEN

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(5 NOV 2011 – There is in Nature a healing balm – available to all freely and in abundance.  When the tide of melancholia threatens to drown me, I go outside and tend to my garden, walk under the stars, or watch the clouds roll by.  It is only outside that, a certain welcome calm flows over me in a veil that shields me from transient thoughts of gloom.  dht)

As I let my head lay against a woodsy Oak –

my eyes scanned the azure Sky –

and I watched the clouds move across

a bright blue Sky.

For a moment, I forgot,

at least for the time being,

what it meant to be unhappy,

or lonesome, or depressed.

A Quiet Joy –

filled my senses –

A Joy that outlasts –

Transient sorrows.

[Dorothy Hazel Tarr – 2011]