Author Archive: Tamara Willems

the beauty and solitude that comes with an early Sunday morning, a shared smile with my love and a few kind words from a friend bring me to this , and so to you this day … It has become…
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as we approach the eve of ushering out the old and to welcoming the new let us make a vow you and I to a year of living dangerously throwing caution to the wind living with reckless abandon here’s to…
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in the aftermath of the hustle and bustle of commitments and obligations wish lists and wonder I am breathing today in the quietness of my chair .. by the window outside the wind is whipping the trees in wild waltzing…
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The magic of Christmas is Love, that’s it, it’s Love and Light Beauty, Kindness and Peace .. and a new book So this is my Christmas wish for you Love – to lead you home to yourself Light to surround…
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  just outside my window this morning, a sudden flash of wings and beside me lands a Cooper’s Hawk, instantly I feel blessed by his honouring presence, and of course his regal beauty – mere seconds later I am a…
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I am shaken abruptly awake this morning by the sound of the dog retching in the hall outside my door. The greatest alarm clock to be sure, as I rush out of bed and down the stairs to reach the…
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a soft glow quietly gathers on my shoulder the wind madly whipping the leaves around the garden whirring past the window draws my attention to the dance that beautiful light shines on my face warms to my smile a sensuous…
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it is so hard for me to understand unkindness harsh words and intentioned meanness when unspeakable acts consume our airways how can we not react with compassioned open hearts and Love why do we instead resort to violence vitriol and…
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The skies seem a dismal shade of greyish – white, raindrops have speckled the window, and I am feeling a little fallishly dull, as I sink into the comfort of my chair with my coffee and book.  Then like clockwork…
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“I am happy to report that my inner child is still ageless.” ~ James Broughton When the candles on one’s cake become plenteous one is in want of a place to hide to cringe to lament but here is what…
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