Getting My Ducks Out of a Row

Posted by Tamika on April 12, 2016

I’m a to-do list junkie. I love planning, setting goals, creating healthy routines (even if I don’t always follow them), and organizing. Office supply stores are danger-zones for me. And don’t even get me started on packing cubes! Despite that,…

Your Brokenness is Beautiful

Posted by Tamika on March 7, 2016

A couple days ago a badly injured bald eagle dropped from the sky outside my cottage while my dogs and I were relaxing in the sun. Immobilized but very much alive, his intense eyes warned us away as he struggled…

When did “Old” Become a Dirty Word?

Posted by Tamika on January 4, 2015

I’m 45 years old today and it feels good. I don’t need to say “45 years young”–because old is not a dirty word. Old or young, middle-aged or ancient, a number can’t define me, break me, or create me. I…

You’re not Going Mad–It’s Global Grief

Posted by Tamika on November 5, 2014

You’re not going mad. There are a thousand things upside down in this world from war, poverty, inequality, a failing ecosystem to personal communication breakdowns. For anyone who is sensitive and feeling the greater grief of the planet, these energies…

My Mother the Artist

Posted by Tamika on October 29, 2013

My mother used to lie on the ground in our maple bush and take photos of the sunlight streaming through the tall trees. I remember a curious look on her face the first time she showed me one of the…