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

Friday, October 5, 2012

The Road To My Writing Roots

I could just see the sharp creases on my daddy’s dress pants flash from behind the pulpit, being barely old enough to see over the pew.  I was lulled by the sound of his cadence, the rise and fall of his voice.  In the hushed pause when he shut his bible, the sound of the tiny upright piano filled the room and voices rose; so different from one another, but for that small moment in time, united.  

Within 3 stanzas, a grown man somewhere beside me broke down.  Sobbing, he came to the alter and fell to his knees.  It was then that I learned the power of the written word.  How groups of people came together around ancient text.  How a five-versed hymn could break open your soul.  

Once you have seen the power of words, I don’t know that it ever leaves you.

I'm so happy to have been asked over to my lovely friend Erin's {Erin L. Margolin} today, exploring my Writer's Roots.  Join me HERE ?


  1. I have so many memories of church as a little girl and standing with my grandpa as he read every word aloud. The written word couldn't be more powerful in that space.

  2. Beautiful Tara - how well you capture the well-spring of writing that cannot be dammed in one who must write. I find that the more I write, the harder it is to keep from writing.

  3. This is so beautiful, so vivid... I admire how concise yet so powerful your posts are.

  4. strong, these words.
    sharp and powerful and yet gentle and tender.
    something so wonderful about that.

  5. Once I have really seen the power of words and it were words of I asked for really important speech and they made it brilliant, I've never could write better. So, if you need it, go there immediately.