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March 14, 2006



Wow. You always have the power to move me. Even when I'm determined that I'm too busy today with grown-up, responsible, dreary work-stuff for any deep feelings!


Wonderful post Tamar. I think we all need to take out those pastels and paper from time to time and see what we come up with. I think I'd be one of the "finding out as my writing progresses" children. Thanks for the thought provoking and inspiring post.


Beautiful... thank you...

Sometimes reading blogs is letting the paint swirl


I think you have just drawn the word picture of a true blooger.


Hey Milt, who you callin' a blooger? ;)

Tamar, I truly enjoyed reading this post. There are times in life when the exact moment of impending change is realized--and you know your life will never be the same again. To be released from a gilded cage to spread your wings... ah, so lovely.


Lisa, thanks for dropping by!

Hey Jean, the feeling is mutual whenever I read your posts : )

Yes, Joy, it is amazing what one can create with those oil pastels.

Looking back, Heidi, I can tell almost to the minute the moments when my life was changed. Sometimes even the smells or sounds at the time ...

Milt, thank you for your kind words.

Fran aka Redondowriter

Wonderful story with such a great learning component in it. Your teacher saw the leaving before you did--and like Christina Baldwin says, we have to be story catchers for each other--whether the stories or verbal or artistic. Have you read any of Jeremy Taylor's dream books, or heard him speak? I think I do what you describe with my SoulCollage process.


You swept me along with your words!


Tamar, a special thank you for your response to my guest blog at TGB.


Beautifully told, Tamar. Thanks for sharing.

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