Author: Tara
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_Eat Pray Love_ by Elizabeth Gilbert
_Eat Pray Love_ by Elizabeth Gilbert As you probably know, contemporary novels are not my general cup of tea. I prefer the classics with language usage that is strange and odd to read out loud. I appreciate the skill and talent it takes to weave a story with words alone. Elizabeth Gilbert took me through…
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Tom Jones in Abu Dhabi
It’s been ages, I know…. My computer was away and so my blog has lapsed… Plus, now I’m thinking about changing hosts for my website again as I’m too dependent on my Mac to be able to update….Anyway, I babble. On April 16, Tom Jones was in town and I was there to take it…
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Departure
My bag is packed and waitingThe sights to see I am anticipatingYet it somehow seems less exciting Without you. Tomorrow I’ll be in a different placeUnknowns of culture and people to faceInteresting experiences to be had should be the case But without you. It is really only for a few daysSpace and time away really…
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Jordan: Pre-departure
Well, it’s been a year already since I took my first solo trip. Last year, I was pretty excited about my trip to Egypt, but this year I feel a bit differently about my heading to Jordan. Initially, I didn’t really want to do this trip alone as I sorta learned my lesson from traveling…
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Focused
The horns honkThe sirens blareAnd I do not care. The men gawkThe people stareAnd I do not care. The temperatures can conkThe weather may always be fairBut still I do not care. For nothing can knockMe out of this state, so rareBecause it’s for you That I care. -T~March 15, 2010 PS Not a great…
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Thoughts… (prose)
Nothing creative today, though my emotions run high still with love, laughter and joy. Sometimes I think I need to be pinched to shake me out of this state of bliss I’m in. Yet, the truth is, why should anyone want out of this state??? So, I’m writing a more personal entry today – not…
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My Constant
You are my north star as the Earth spins You are my sun as the clouds roll in You are my pillar as the ground moves and shifts You are my direction as the wind blows. It’s in your embrace I feel safe It’s in your hands I feel sure It’s in your eyes I…
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Contemplations on being academic…
I cannot access my regular blog while my usual computer is having surgery fixing its screen. So, this arena must suffice to carry my thoughts, which I prefer to keep separate from my writing – though I can’t really explain the logic behind doing that…. Lately, I’ve been considering the concept of being “an academic”…
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Disgusting Bliss
It’s as if… …I’ve been waiting all my life for you.…I’ve always known you deep within.…I’ve never really known love before. It’s as if… …you read my thoughts before I say them.…you know my heart without the words.…you have always loved me – and I you. -T~February 28, 2010
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The Angst
The writer longs for descriptionThe painter craves expressionThe sculptor aches for formationThe actor dreams of recognition and to what end? For whom do we describe our thoughts and feelings?From whom do we need to be recognized?For what do we desire to make form?For what do we gain recognition? is it to make the world better?is…
