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"We're all just walking each other home." - - Ram Dass







Saturday, March 31, 2012

Whispering with the Wind





We spread our blanket out
the ground still hard, 
resistant to the early spring,
remembering the weight of the snow upon its back.



Our bodies point out in different directions,
heads touching at the crowns.





"Listen." I whisper.

"What should we hear?" Asks the boy already growing man under the marvel t-shirt.

"Only what the wind wants you to hear." Is my soft reply.


Sister has remained silent and still, which for her is quite a feat. Her passion always propels her forward - but for now she sits expectant, eyes darting across the trees.

I knew she could hear it.  The stories swirling above her.  Shifting impatient through the leaves, ready to be shared.  And as he eased his body into the moment even he, perched on the cusp of leaving nymphood, could feel it too.



Out spilled the stories told by the gentle breeze, translated in the way that only half-fairies can.

And, oh, this mama heart hurt - for the growing, stretching wide and deep, to hold this moment in.

For I knew as fast as that wind could carry a song, the stanzas of this life keep their metered pace, never to repeat. 

...The way his jaw line cast a sharp shadow upon the speckled birthmarks on his neck.

...Or the way her cheap hairclip dazzled in the sun like a precious jewel; holding back the baby-fine strands  growing long down the tumble of shaping shoulders.




I knew I couldn't keep the memory of each story they shared,
 for I just bore witness to the conversation held between two divine elements, meeting on this earthly stage.

 But I will hold forever their precious hearts flung open wide to the sky above them.







My spirit daughter telling me that not only could she hear the wind, but that she could smell it too.

I drew in a deep, life-sustaining breath.
Laundry detergent,
Heads warmed by the afternoon sun, 
Air - the fresh kind- sweet yet a touch bitter,
filled my lungs.

The smell of life.
Love lived simply.
Dressing us as regally as the lily of the field.









"Do other mamas do this with their kids, too?" He asked after some time past.

"I hope so, baby." My whisper picked up and swept away...





{Linking with Jen, Shanda, Just Write, painting prose}

49 comments:

  1. How lovely...thank you for sharing this moment with your family with us.

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  2. Beautiful, you capture the moment perfectly! Nothing like listening to and feeling the first signs of spring.

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  3. such a beautiful moment captured here! i feel like i'm right there with you, friend.

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  4. I hope so, too...
    thanks for captivating me today, friend!

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  5. You took me away with your words Tara and the photo of the bird couldn't be a more perfect end. Could feel the silence and peace laying there. Like your banner photo btw!

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  6. Tart...your make such sweet times with your kids...and I love how you drink up the simple moments...these moments add up to make beautiful memories for all...blessings~

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  7. this was beautfiul. love the details...head touching at the crowns, I could just picture it. thanks for the post!

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  8. You can tell your son, yes...at least one other mom does this with her sons. I do. Your words brought me to tears. Beautiful!

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  9. Gorgeous. Love this picture of a sacred moment- you've captured it as a true artist. Makes me want to go toss a blanket on the ground and lay beneath the clouds with my clan. I'll have to wait 'til the sun comes up, I guess. Your writing is such a sheer gift. Always feel happy to have stopped by. Blessings to you.

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  10. Oh, I want to rest on under the trees and listen to the wind with my boy too. Thank you for this.

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  11. My heart turned to tears as I remembered the days gone by when there was a sweet communication and innocence between my daughter and I. You captured this moment beautifully

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  12. Gorgeous photos and a lovely post.

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  13. So beautiful!!!! What a moment to capture.

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  14. Oh this makes me wistful for the time when my kids are grown up - and they're only 5 and 3! But time flies etc ;) Beautiful words, stunning shots.

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  15. AMAZING....I can't get enough of your blog! And...I was so happy to see you 'throw your hat' into the writing ring...you have a gift!
    Looking forward to see what your ministry will be as you pursuit it...Him!
    Bless you friend...

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  16. That was so beautiful and the pictures were just pure perfection. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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  17. Oh my. Just. Oh my. This takes my breath away, Tara.
    And this? "I just bore witness to the conversation held between two divine elements, meeting on this earthly stage." is stunning.

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  18. Oh golly, I hope they do too! And now you've made me just want to go hang out at the park on a blanket. Not sure why we don't do that more often!! Beautiful words!

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  19. My whisper picked up and swept away... Beautiful. Your kids are very lucky to have you as their mom. A lovely ode to the magic of childhood.

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  20. Such beautiful pictures to go along with the beautiful picture you created with your words. Lovely.

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  21. This piece felt like poetry. What a lovely moment framed in such a lovely way!! The photos really added to the piece as well---I love the little girl exiting stage right. All Mommas struggle with the holding onto the moment and the joy in seeing them grow. Very nice, Erin

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  22. Beautiful. I felt like I could feel and hear it all.

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  23. So. Beautiful.
    I'm not going to ever be able to hear the wind again without the stories. (-:

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  24. Very poetic! Beautiful pictures to go along with it..

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  25. gorgeous. i love this. so glad you shared it!

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  26. "Out spilled the stories told by the gentle breeze, translated in the way that only half-fairies can."

    So good.

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  27. Your writing sweeps me away each time. Love how you captured those simple moments so poetically.

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  28. Gorgeous writing punctuated with stunning images. I may have to listen to the wind with my boy tomorrow...

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  29. So glad you're capturing these moments with your fast growing children here in this time capsule called a blog. Beautiful and heart-warming post, Tara. Thanks so much for sharing with all of us who peer in on your magical afternoon! :)

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  30. That was beautiful to read. Stunning photographs as well.

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  31. You will never regret this day, lying on the hard ground with your babies, listening (and smelling) the wind. Beautiful. Just stunning.

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  32. Tara! I love how you live to witness their be-ings. I love that you sweep aside much to create space for their Divine connections to be grounded into earth. So sacred. xo

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  33. Reading your posts always feels like a cross between a therapy session and a back rub. Mmmmmm.

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  34. So beautiful. Quietly beautiful. It's peaceful and lovely and loving. What a delicious read.

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  35. For I knew as fast as that wind could carry a song, the stanzas of this life keep their metered pace, never to repeat.


    oh girl. this is pure beauty. i would love for you to turn this whole post into a children's story someday. love you.

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  36. I do this with my kids.
    But I could never put it to words the way you just did.
    I don´t even know why, but you made me cry. And your pictures are wonderful as well.

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  37. Oh I hope so too! We usually pay attention to the clouds but next time we'll try the wind stories!

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  38. "For I knew as fast as that wind could carry a song, the stanzas of this life keep their metered pace, never to repeat." Bravo. Your words are astounding and as universal as the wind and as song. Much love to you.

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  39. hi Tara,

    oh, breathless. im just mesmerized. love this: "I drew in a deep, life-sustaining breath.
    Laundry detergent,
    Heads warmed by the afternoon sun,
    Air - the fresh kind- sweet yet a touch bitter,
    filled my lungs."

    you described what i feel and smell when im with mine. wonderful write! what a gift, girl!

    sorry its been so long for me to get around again...thank you so much for coming by and constantly encouraging...im not able to get around and visit as often as i'd like...but hoping to more...blessings to you!

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  40. This takes my breath away. It reminds me of how "Anne" would be with her children. Just magical and inspiring.

    And the bird in motion picture - WOW!

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  41. Simply Beautiful! It is a precious thing to teach our children to live like that!

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  42. wow, beautiful. Beautiful words. And amazing photography. I want to teach my children that as well.

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  43. Decades later a son at war remembered cottonwood moments and fry in the stream and pears and poetry and home and hope. You never know when a Resurrection moment will emerge singing songs of belonging. Really sweet post.

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