Friday, February 19, 2010


49::365

ok.
so is it alright to post these photos together just because i like them?

is it ok to say that i've loved being home with the girls this week, doing nothing much of anything, and saying yes every chance i get?

i know it's ok to tell you that i love my kids just so.very.much.
but how about if i admit how much i love the cats, too?
and certainly you don't want to hear about how i still crumble, a little, at the thought of tim.

i miss houses that i've lived and and stayed in. i think about them often. i can remember the smell of the cutting boards, or the sound the drawers made, or the movements required to get butter from fridge to counter and reach for a knife.

sometimes still, when i wake up in the middle of the night, i for a split second might imagine i'm in some other room, in some other house.

we've hung bells on the doors, so we can hear people come and go, but we rarely lock our doors.

except at night, during which i often lay awake listening to every sound.

i feel the need to be alone frequently, but i am very rarely alone. this is not a complaint, so much as an observation. i wonder how i would feel if i were alone often. maybe i would be lonely.

i've been completely lacking motivation lately to clean and tidy up the house. laundry stays unfolded. dishes get hand washed because i'm too lazy to unload the dishwasher. some days i go to get the mail, look at it standing in the driveway, and then put it back in the mailbox to deal with it some other day.

and yet, today, i was overcome by an impulse to clean, and organize, and move furniture, and put on something pretty. tim came home and looked around and said "you must be tired."

i felt more like myself than i have in a long time.

i feel like i'm very far from my own thoughts, lately. which may seem strange, given all the navel gazing that goes on around here. but definitely things are moving and shifting inside of me, and soon, i'll know which way to go next.

is it ok to say that i'm not really sure what i'm doing, but i like being here, so i'm sticking with it?

ok then,
i'm really grateful to any of you out there listening.
thanks for reading.
tt

14 Comments:

Blogger heather smith jones said...

I'm listening.
And soaking up every word and nodding and smiling. And wishing that I really could pull up a chair and have tea or something with you. And I wouldn't mind if there were laundry in that chair or not.

ps. I do that too w/ the mail.

February 19, 2010 8:27 PM  
Blogger Molly said...

i love listening to you and i miss you. is that strange? missing someone i've never seen. i just love to hear what you say and see what you see. it's beautiful.

February 19, 2010 9:52 PM  
Blogger tangled sky studio said...

your words strike such a chord with me.i too am experiencing so much of what you mentioned but i feel compelled to put it out there visually.i hope you keep showing up here to give a voice to the happenings in the day to day...it's a comfort.

February 19, 2010 10:43 PM  
Blogger RW said...

I love coming here to visit. I truly do. I enjoy your "voice" and your willingness to share a bit of your life.

See you tomorrow!

February 20, 2010 1:07 AM  
Blogger Anna Ander said...

I think that place where you are now sounds like a good place, exciting even. And it's wonderful to be able to eavesdrop on your thoughts like this. Thanks for letting us in.

February 20, 2010 5:19 AM  
Anonymous Kathleen said...

what a beautiful post, tara. melancholy, in the most lovely way. thank you.
we drove through your town twice this week, in the wee hours both times, and I imagined walking into the gallery... someday...

February 20, 2010 7:22 AM  
Blogger house on hill road said...

i like reading your thoughts. they remind me of the internal conversations that i have with myself. i also long for houses i used to live in and worry that once my white counter tops are gone that i am going to miss them even though i really don't like them. happy weekend, tara.

February 20, 2010 9:51 AM  
Anonymous Vanessa Rae said...

I'm always listening and I love that you share from your heart, no matter what truth it holds at the moment. I too sometimes crave being alone but I know that life passes so fast and changes so often and I'm learning to be mindful of the present and trust that where I am and what I value at the moment is right where I'm supposed to be. Even with a head full of questions and wonder. Thanks for sharing.

February 21, 2010 7:55 PM  
Blogger Oliag said...

This is just the kind of blog I enjoy visiting...beautiful photographs of everyday life and honest musings on everyday life...

February 21, 2010 11:22 PM  
Anonymous sunny said...

exactly. I hadn't realized how much I missed certain places I've lived until you wrote that very thing. I agree 100%.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. I feel so calm reading your thoughts and relating to everything you say. Pretty photos too, by the way.

February 22, 2010 11:02 AM  
Blogger shari said...

tara, your beautiful space here has become such a favorite of mine. i often sit with your posts and soak them in (and at times, don't comment. please forgive me). beautiful images and such honesty and warmth here. thank you for being you. xo

February 22, 2010 11:55 AM  
OpenID sugarmagnolia said...

i love this post. i know exactly what you mean about remembering previous homes lived in. some times it really is hard to believe we're not there any more... just ghosts.

February 23, 2010 7:38 PM  
Anonymous Siri said...

this is really just so very beautiful and also so very understandable. i know some of these thoughts that you share here even if i've only felt them and never expressed them in such honest words.
just a couple of days ago while dropping off to sleep, i wanted to jump up and rifle through boxes of photos to find pics of the houses i've lived in, even considered driving by some that i have none of next time i'm back in seattle, just to capture them on film.
and the mail...returning it to the box, i've done that lately too. when did the sight of the mailbox stop being the cause of excitement and turn into the cause of fear or dread or at least procrastination or lack of interest? i guess, why deal with it every single day when you can do so all at once less often?

anyways, i didn't know that there was a blog to go with your flickr site until now.

it's lovely in so many ways and i've only seen & read a few posts...so far.

February 23, 2010 11:51 PM  
Anonymous Genevieve said...

You write beautifully. I'm so glad i chanced upon your blog.

February 24, 2010 3:40 AM  

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