tag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:/blogs/blogTamTalk!!!2022-08-02T12:17:27-04:00@ 2021, Tamara J. MadisonWelcome to TamTalk!!! Here is where I share mypoetic musings on love, life, lessons, and light! My goal is to inspire you! If you like what you see and hear, share it with family, friends, and fellow artists and leave a response or comment to bless the blog! Thank you for your support!A poet's musings on love, life, lessons, and light!Tamara J. MadisonfalseTamara J. Madisontamaraj@tamarajmadison.comtag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/70290642022-08-02T12:17:27-04:002023-10-16T10:56:35-04:00GRATITUDE: for the pouring...<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/7a5739a77b04074f9bfa1b25fefdb8eb08ad0b38/original/dsc1402.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>I have been crazy busy. That’s what I call it. I try not to say “too busy.” I try to remember that this is the life that I asked for years ago, a life filled with art, poetry, music, and me in the matrix of my creativity more often than not. I got what I asked for and it keeps me very busy: </p>
<ul> <li>Teaching writing/poetry classes </li> <li>Taking writing/poetry classes </li> <li>Producing a YouTube conversation series </li> <li>Blurbing book covers </li> <li>Editing for a magazine </li> <li>Serving on poet laureate selection panels </li>
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<p>And somewhere in the middle of all that, finding time to write poems… I asked for it; I got it, this life I love, how I get to show up in the world. </p>
<p>I arrived at this place by my own curiosity and drive but many have “poured into me.” It often crosses my heart the inspiration and motivation that so many others have shared with me. Sometimes it is a private DM. Sometimes it pops up in a post or review or comment in my social media platforms. Other times it is simply a smile, a reflection from a student, a phone call, text, a lunch date, a “you got this” from another soul that sees me shining, struggling or hesitating. On rare occasions, it is that unexpected invitation to share (a poem, presentation, publication, etc.). </p>
<p>A lot of love and light and wisdom and laughter have been “poured” into who I am and what I am doing at this point in my life. Today, I am simply saying thank you for being there, however, you may show up for yourself and for me and for others. Whether you are family, friend, student, colleague, supporter of any kind, if you are reading this, I am sure you are working to bring healing and positivity to this planet and to many around you, including me. From my bottomless heart, THANK YOU! </p>
<p>As always, </p>
<p>Be Joyful, </p>
<p>Be Inspired, </p>
<p>Be Creative, </p>
<p>Tamara</p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/66195342021-05-02T10:56:42-04:002021-05-03T22:03:47-04:00Back Burner<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/5c744095fe25e10d8e48c9616af4b515be4d0fc0/original/stove-burner.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>I have a few things simmering on back burners in my life. The heat is low, no kettle whistle or rattling vent. When I say “back burner” here, I am thinking of things in my life that I need to confront or handle in some way. I don’t always know that those things are on the back burner until something/ someone triggers me. </p>
<p>Several weeks ago, I was messaging a new mom about the beautiful pictures she had been posting of her baby and began a conversation with her as a breastfeeding advocate. Before I knew it, somehow or another I mentioned that my first baby had died. She thanked me for the support and said she was sorry about my “angel baby.” </p>
<p>“Angel baby?” That was a trigger. </p>
<p>I had never heard the term “angel baby” before then. If I had heard it, it did not resonate with me before that moment. “Angel baby” kept ringing in my head for weeks. It felt like one of the pots from my back burner was pushed to the front, now sitting on high flame, and fiercely boiling to the point where I had to tend to it. </p>
<p>I realized in that moment that I had all kinds of lively stories and had written poems, many poems for all my children except for my “angel baby” who had so wonderfully blessed my life in four short months before passing away. </p>
<p>With the baby dying and toxins leaking into my system and no signs of labor, I could have died had a dear friend not insisted and rushed me to the hospital one Sunday afternoon. It was a troubled pregnancy with bed rest, illness, uncertainty, and a resulting death surrounded by a very young marriage without the tools for healthy grieving. There were numerous reasons why I would not right about this, my “angel baby…” If she had grown to full term and been a live birth, she would have been 31 years old this week. </p>
<p>This morning, 32 years later, I lifted the lid of that boiling pot. I inhaled the steam and stirred it, seasoned it with my tears, and sipped from the memories. I my angel baby a poem. I have finally honored with gratitude for the gift that she was and still is to me. I feel relieved, lighter, brighter, joyous, and ready for Mother’s Day, ready to tackle more challenges that have been simmering on those back burners. </p>
<p>This post is to encourage you to check the back of the stove, see what is slow-cooking and patiently waiting for your attention. Are you afraid of being burned? It may not be as dark and dreary and scary and tiresome and worrisome and convoluted and… as you think. </p>
<p>Are you ready to take it off the back burner? </p>
<p>As always, </p>
<p>Be joyful, </p>
<p>Be creative, </p>
<p>Be inspired, </p>
<p><em>Tamara </em></p>
<p>P.S. Many thanks to <a contents="Whitly Charles" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="http://www.creativecrucian.com" target="_blank">Whitly Charles</a> who inspired this post and blessed me with the words, "angel baby." You can find her graphic art and design at <a contents="Creative Crucian" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://creativecrucian.com/" style="" target="_blank">Creative Crucian</a>.</p>
<p>Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas, auntie mamas, grandmamas and mama supporters out there whether you have your babies with you physically or not! If you like what you read, share, and bless the blog with your response!</p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/65935602021-04-03T22:06:32-04:002021-04-21T13:14:47-04:0021 Ways to Love a Poet<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/902a2e97e0957423438f77083aa2354a836ac579/original/21-ways-to-love-a-poet.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>Poets are not birthed into the world by mere mystery and magic, they are inspired and nurtured. I am the poet I am because of my gifts but equally because of the love and support that I have received over the years.</em></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>This post is my offering of gratitude to those who have been my support system over the years: my husband, my sister, my children, my sister-circle, fellow poets of all kinds, my teachers, my editors, readers, listeners, my students, my grandmother who loved Poet Paul Lawrence Dunbar, and the librarian who introduced me to the poetry section of the neighborhood library of my youth. I would not be the poet I am without them. I am eternally grateful.</em></span></p>
<p><span class="font_large"><em>I hope this post will help someone learn to love and support a poet, even if that poet must learn to love and support herself.</em></span></p>
<ol> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Write her a poem </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Surprise her with flowers just because </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Call her the "poet laureate of your life" </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Always stop what you're doing and give her your undivided attention when she wants to read you a poem... </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Buy her books as gifts for others </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Buy her books by poets she loves </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Post a review or response to one of her poems and/or books on social media, Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Nobles </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Introduce her book to your book club or local library </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Read her poems aloud to others and watch her grin and giggle </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Give her room, space, quiet time to write and don't take it personally </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Know that if she has not written a poem about you; it's not personal. Sometimes it's hardest to write about the people/things closest to you. </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Don't be offended if she writes a poem about someone else or an ex; remember every poem does not have to be about you for her to appreciate and treasure you. </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Remind her that she is a poet on days when she feels that she is empty or that it is pointless. </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Remind her that a rejection letter is simply "part of the business" of publishing, not writing. </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Accompany her to a poetry reading </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Work the table when she is doing an event/book signing; that way she can just be a poet... </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Invite her to write and share poetry for special occasions: weddings, christenings, memorials, family reunions (but never doing the card game) </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Go on wild crazy adventures/field trips with her even if it doesn't make sense to you - only if she asks </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Scoot your stuff over and make room for her books and stuff, lots and lots of books and stuff </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Buy her an elegant desk and/or bookshelf (preferably both) and don't put any of your things on it. </span></h4> </li> <li> <h4><span class="font_large">Remember that if you catch her talking to herself, dancing/singing alone in a room, staring out the window or at a piece of art for hours in an almost comatose state, she may not have mental health challenges; she just may be a poet...</span></h4> </li>
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<h4><span class="font_large">Blessings & poetry always,</span></h4>
<h4><span class="font_large"><em>Tamara</em></span></h4>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/62694792020-04-02T12:48:59-04:002020-04-02T20:26:34-04:00Baptized by Bluesology<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sterling-d-plumpp" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/6fd16682286707919ccaddd788ccecf7c1cc29ef/original/sterling-plump-portrait-latest.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for more on poet)</span></p>
<p>Every teacher needs a teacher. I had the blessing of talking to one of my greatest teachers this morning. As a green, naive, angry, fierce young poet in my twenties in Chicago, I was often disappointed when I received the cold shoulder from some of the “established” poets and artists on the scene at the time. I was, however, soon rescued by brilliant teachers who were accessible and supportive at a time when I needed it most. Sterling D. Plumpp was one of those poets. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.amazon.com/Hornman-Sterling-Plumpp/dp/0883781778/ref=sr_1_11?dchild=1&keywords=sterling+plumpp&qid=1585845884&sr=8-11" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/fdfffd91b87d00f0fb1b7f19cc0bc1a329b0197c/original/sterling-book-2.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for link to book)</span></p>
<p>Sterling nurtured young poets, took us to Blues clubs, and soul food restaurants, introduced us to literary and musical masters and always schooled us on literature. I had the blessing of speaking with him this morning. I can think of no one who loves poetry more than Sterling. I can think of no one who reveres black people, black life, black culture and black brilliance more than Sterling D. Plumpp. He is a life scholar of black life, music, and poetry. Many consider him to be a bluesologist. He has studied the music and the lives of brilliant black musicians. Their melodies and influences flood his work and baptize the reader in sacred poetic ritual. His imagery is as painfully dense as it is righteously healing. Sterling taught me, “The cure for the blues is the blues.” </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.amazon.com/Home-Bass-Poems-Sterling-Plumpp/dp/0883783452/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=sterling+plumpp&qid=1585845946&sr=8-1" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/e7a3e18557f03ea1d57cf37b80c31adddb2e43d1/original/sterling-plumpp-book-299.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for link to book)</span></p>
<p>At 80 years old, he is as brilliant, resilient and fiery as ever. In the course of one hour this morning over the phone, he talked and I listened. He took me on an intellectual and cultural odyssey from the White House and the pandemic to poetry, to the southern black church on the banks of the Mississippi to the big bands of Ellington and Basie to the blues joints of Chicago to jazz world wide and back to poetry to Kobe on the court and Lebron finally ready when he returned to Cleveland and again poetry to the pyramids in Egypt and the children of the gods to the “more to the Bible than we have been given” and back to poetry. Yes, all in one hour, he talked; I listened. As always, he schooled me. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.amazon.com/Velvet-BeBop-Kente-Sterling-Plumpp/dp/0883782421/ref=sr_1_4?dchild=1&keywords=sterling+plumpp&qid=1585845993&sr=8-4" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/4dd5c93c3d6944c7b6f1c192898534a079d4c724/original/velvet-bebop-image.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for link to book)</span></p>
<p>As a teacher, poet, and artist, it is a blessing for me to still have elder mentors who are alive and well and creative as ever from whom I learn and am continually inspired. With his permission, I will share a tidbit of his wisdom and experience regarding writing poetry, “The computer hurts you when you write because you come to conclusions too quickly. The more you look at your work, the more you find that you did not reach deep enough into the bucket of ancestral history to get what you need.” Enuf said... </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sterling-d-plumpp" style="" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/5fd0307544397e202c81a1bfeeaf7050a4dce76a/original/sterling-plumpp-portrait2.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsIm1lZGl1bSJdXQ==.jpg" class="size_m justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for more on Poet Sterling D. Plumpp)</span></p>
<p>Today, I am grateful for my mentors and guides and teachers who continue to nurture my growth and evolution. I am that I am partly because of who they are... Amen </p>
<p>So who's schooling you? Care to share? </p>
<p>Leave a response below to share your gratitude for a mentor or source of inspiration! #apoetslife #threedthisroad</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a contents="" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.amazon.com/Conversations-Sterling-Plumpp-Literary/dp/1496807421/ref=sr_1_5?dchild=1&keywords=sterling+plumpp&qid=1585845213&sr=8-5" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/208d0c58b10e3702f2f86065302a51580eafb764/original/sterling-criticism-book.jpg/!!/undefined/b:W1sic2l6ZSIsInNtYWxsIl1d.jpg" class="size_s justify_center border_" /></a><span class="font_small">(Click image for link to book)</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436452020-01-22T04:21:27-05:002022-01-04T10:53:49-05:00Welcome to TamTalk!!!<p style="text-align: center;">Welcome to TamTalk!!!</p>
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<p>TamTalk!!! is my personal blog where I would also love to hear back from you! I will post about once a month or as often as I can. </p>
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<p>I am a writer/poet/performer who believes that the arts, creative writing, and poetry are not just for a select group of people but for <span style="text-decoration:underline">everyone</span>. A poem, a song, a painting, a performance can lift your spirits, teach a lesson, launch cupid’s arrow, and even trigger a breakthrough! It can make those tough and uncomfortable stages of growth a bit more pleasant and sometimes even beautiful. </p>
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<p>Think of how a favorite song can take you back in time to your very first kiss, a best friend’s wedding, a child’s birth, a turning point in your life, etc. See what I’m talking about?</p>
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<p>TamTalk!!! will share a touch of womanish wit, my quirky sense of humor, and always something creative (a poem, a story and such) to ease you over that hump. </p>
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<p>If you like what you see and hear, share it with family, friends, and fellow artists and leave a response to add to the mix!</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437132019-12-30T19:00:00-05:002022-04-22T00:56:53-04:00Playdough 2020!
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<p>I had an interesting conversation with a fellow writer who was extremely frustrated with her work. I have been there many times as a writer and have abandoned my work for days, weeks, even months at a time. I have also been on the other side and watched fellow artists and even my students struggle with what to create. Often in their frustration, their works-in-progress are discarded and their motivation dies.</p>
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<p>Since many are pondering what they want to manifest for this new year of 2020, I thought I would share an idea that has been most helpful to me in the creative process, the Playdough Theory. Bare with me...</p>
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<p>Remember being a kid sitting with blotches of Playdough?</p>
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<p>We punched, rolled, poked, pulled, patted and added to create something. We didn't always know what. We didn't always have a plan. We didn't have someone telling us what to do or how to do it. We simply listened to ourselves without even knowing we were listening because it was so natural, and we went into “creation mode” with joy and curiosity trusting that there was something to be discovered. Yes, it was an adventure! Our focus was not on the pay-off, the time, the status, but on the adventure!</p>
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<p>At some point or another, we paused and inspected out creation. If we liked it, we shared it. Maybe... If we did not approve, we were free and courageous enough to start all over without judgement. Sometimes we kept what we liked and added something new. Other times, we started all over again for the fun of it. We were on an adventure, and we were fearless...</p>
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<p>Often when we feel our creativity is blocked, we think we are searching for answers or technique, but more often, we are afraid of disapproval, whether it be from others or ourselves. We are afraid we are not good enough. We are afraid of criticism and failure. We are afraid of disappointing ourselves or someone else. We are afraid of... The list is endless, so how do we survive and trust the process and ourselves again?</p>
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<p>When we focus on the JOY and CURIOUSITY of the process, we shift our focus away from fear to discovery and creativity.</p>
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<p>Many say that fear and love cannot reside in the same place. Doesn't creation often come from love or at least curiosity? Can we be fearful and curious, adventurous at the same time? Can we be fearful and creative at the same time?</p>
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<p>My suggestion for the new year is to dive in keeping the “Playdough Theory” in mind. It’s time to punch, roll, poke, pull, pat and create with a fierceness for self, others, and this new decade in which we are BLESSED!</p>
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<p>What are <span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span> creating and manifesting for 2020? Are you girded with ample joy and curiosity to keep your muse nurtured throughout the process, especially when frustration threatens your creativity? Are you stuck in judgement and fear that stunt your growth and creation or are you courageous and embracing the adventure?</p>
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<p>Here’s to a fabulous 2020 to manifest our hearts’ deepest desires and our souls’ brightest visions!</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
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<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Many thanks to <a href="athenadixon.com" data-imported="1">Athena Dixon</a> who inspired this post! Check out her writing/editing services! Tell her, Tamara sent you!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437112019-10-19T20:00:00-04:002022-02-24T19:46:39-05:00Testify!
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<p> I gotta new ‘do, looking pretty cute these days, smelling myself as some of my elders used to say. I am hopping out of bed with more energy, playing in my closet, thumbing through textures and colors to create my regalia for the day. It may sound like a simple thing. Some folk feel that way most of the time, but for me, it had been a while.</p>
<p> I had locks in my hair for 14 years. I loved them, and they loved me back. Twice they grew to be more than two feet long and gracefully swept my tailbone. I started them myself. I groomed them myself. I cut them myself. I released them myself. No one else had done my hair for over 14 years. And then...</p>
<p>I cut them myself.</p>
<p>But it did not work quite like I had planned. No matter what I did (gel, pins, buns, updo, wash and go), I just couldn’t get the look and feel that I wanted. I found myself avoiding the mirror and many things in my closet because I just couldn’t get it quite right.</p>
<p> Finally, I asked for help. I called my sister-in-law and entrusted the next phase of my look to her. She worked her magic! It was much shorter than I wanted, but I was beaming when I looked in that mirror!</p>
<p> Just this weekend, I called her to thank her and let her know how good I was feeling, how energized I felt, and how tickled I am every time I look in the mirror. I wanted her to know how much she had blessed me just for the asking... She thanked me for taking the time to call her and make her day. </p>
<p> Even though it was over the phone, it was a quiet, sacred moment between sisters to acknowledge how beautiful, how magical we are and how sometimes we need help to be our best selves, how sharing makes all the difference in life, all the difference in the world.</p>
<p> But this is not really about hair. It’s a testimonial about “testifying.” </p>
<p> Elders in the church used to take a moment in the earlier devotional part of the service to share their testimonies about the good news of the week. Some would sing. Others would share stories. Some could hardly speak for the gratitude pouring from their eyes. Some churches still leave room for “testifying.”</p>
<p> Why don’t we do that more often with each other? We encounter kindnesses and blessings on a daily basis most often through the heart and hands of another. Even miracles happen from time to time because of someone who chooses to be a part of “the blessing business” lending a helping hand or sharing his/her time and energy when it is not his/her responsibility at all, simple random acts of compassion and kindness for life’s sake. </p>
<p> How often do we stop and “testify,” share our gratitude with someone up close and personal? Sharing our gratitude uplifts us. We do it for companies and products all the time but not as often for each other. We may think to share a blessing with family, friends, or coworkers but what about sharing with the person who helped make the moment possible? Why don’t we let <span style="text-decoration:underline">that</span> person know? If we do, maybe someone will give a little more, shine a little brighter... </p>
<p> I called my sister this weekend. Who <span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span> gonna call?</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437102019-10-12T20:00:00-04:002019-10-13T06:31:48-04:00Dear Oprah Winfrey,
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<p>Dear Ms. Oprah Winfrey,</p>
<p> Happy Sunday to you from sunny Orlando, Florida! I just read where you featured United States Poet Laureate Joy Harjo on <strong>Super Soul Sunday</strong>. I look forward to seeing it. I am glad and very excited to hear that you do, indeed, read and hopefully love poetry! How exciting for us both!</p>
<p> Well, Ms. Winfrey, I have been wanting to meet you for quite some time. I have admired and watched your work for many years. The last time I saw you was at Hillside church in Atlanta many years ago. </p>
<p> Today on this full moon of October, I am shouting to the ethers that I am “Oprah Ready,” ready to meet you in person this time and not just from the audience. I have a gift that I would love to share with you, my newest collection of poetry, <strong>Threed, This Road Not Damascus</strong>. It is about the speaker’s journey and rite of passage lead by “Three-Breasted Woman,” who is her ancestor and becomes her muse and her guide in a compelling and empowering journey. It is a book of love, but also a book of power, forgiveness, and liberation that speaks to contemporary personal, political, and social conflicts.</p>
<p> I am sending this book to you through the ethers. I know somehow it will reach you and others. I pray that the book inspires, liberates, and enlightens anyone who reads it, including you.</p>
<p> I send this love letter on the wings and whispers of my ancestors, angels, guides, and know it will reach you at precisely the right time. I look forward to meeting you.</p>
<p>Blessings,</p>
<p></p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437092019-09-06T20:00:00-04:002020-11-20T04:54:31-05:00Gratitude: Not Just a Mouth-Piece
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<p> “Gratitude” has become a popular catch phrase these days for social media posts, journal entries, new age living, life coaching, and even for marketing campaigns. It’s catchy, cute, perhaps even profitable in some cases. But saying “thank you” and showing momentary appreciation is just the very beginning of the Gratitude Journey. Gratitude is much more than words, smiles, and pleasantries. </p>
<p><strong>When we are truly grateful:</strong></p>
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<li>
<strong>We nurture the energy. </strong>This helps to prolong the energy. We can it, place it on the shelf for days that appear scarce. On days when nothing seems to be going our way, instead of grumbling or groveling and being negatively contagious, we pull the gratitude jar from the shelf, rub a bit on our palms, anoint our temples, and take a whiff to remind us that our frustrations and disappointments are only temporary. Another blessing will come soon. Until then we remain grateful.</li>
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<strong>We use our talents and skills</strong>, whatever they may be, to bless ourselves, our families, our communities, and the world around us. Gratitude is a living organism of breath, word, and deeds. We act accordingly whether others recognize, acknowledge, appreciate or not because we are truly grateful.</li>
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<strong>We share.</strong> Gratitude evolves into generosity. When we have an intimate relationship with our Source and our blessings, we know we have plenty to share with those in need. We give for the give of it! Gratitude ignites the abundance in our lives and cultivates a bountiful harvest. The giving makes us even more grateful and makes room for new treasures in our lives.</li>
</ul>
<p>Beyond the latest internet craze or promotions scheme, gratitude is a multi-dimensional, intimate commitment to growth, growth that we and the world desperately needs...</p>
<p> So what/who are you grateful for, and how do you commit to showing it?</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. Please feel free to share the blog and leave your comments below! I would love to hear from you!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437082019-08-16T20:00:00-04:002022-03-26T08:23:34-04:00Behold, the Book Club!!!
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<p> I needed an affordable getaway! I was looking for something that was not a part of my family or work roles and responsibilities. Yes, I wanted some productive “me time.” I also wanted to challenge myself to read more for my own pleasure and personal work as a creative writer rather than simply reading material exclusively for the college where I teach. BEHOLD and praise be, the book club! </p>
<p> I had the fortune of stumbling upon a book club at a restaurant that includes a gourmet meal and book discussion once a month. The chef creates a Sunday dinner inspired by the book. The facilitator is provoking and inspiring, and I am in love with books all over again.</p>
<p> After attending for the past three months, I realized the book club was more than just a pleasing, affordable getaway. It had a few unexpected treasures:</p>
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<strong>A fitting book club motivates and inspires! </strong>This can challenge us to read more frequently and deeply in a culture that otherwise skims and greedily consumes bullet points and sound bites. I challenged myself to finish a 300-page novel in just a few days so that I would have something meaningful to offer to the club. I can’t remember the last time that I read a novel with such urgency and conviction and it was not required of a class. A book club can easily be intellectually and creatively stimulating <span style="text-decoration:underline">for all kinds of people</span> not just writers and artists.</li>
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<strong>The book club opens us to new perspectives.</strong> With an eclectic mix of readers and a skilled facilitator, members of a book club are excited about their own growth and conceptual expansion even when they don’t agree. I find myself provoked, stimulated and energized every time I leave! </li>
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<strong>The book club is both fellowship and funeral.</strong> When we have a great book, we have characters that we cherish. They make us angry, breathless, tearful, joyful... Sometimes the characters reflect us, where we have been, or what we are experiencing in the present. And then... the last page, the book is done. We need to mourn its closing, its death, its characters as we celebrate our growth from the experience. We need to laugh and fuss about the characters, their stories and adventures and lay them peacefully to rest. It is a blessing to do this in fellowship with other passionate readers, and it inspires us to continue our growth with the next book.</li>
</ul>
<p> For many of us, literature translates the human experience. Part of our human experience is internal and solitary, the other part of it is in communion. An effective book club with generous and passionate readers can be a stimulating communion. You can find book clubs through schools, your local library, online, weekly creative newspaper, or even word of mouth. The barrage of social media with its piercing posts, bitter sound bites, and violent video loops can easily be disheartening, discouraging, depressing, and OVERWHELMING to say the least. A book reminds us to slow down, savor, digest, and consciously engage. A book club can inspire us to do all that in an intimate and empowering community.</p>
<p> Many thanks to my book club host, facilitator, and members for inspiring this post! I will see you next month!</p>
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<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>be creative,</p>
<p>be inspired,</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Are you looking for a book club? Are you already a member of one? Are you a member of the book club that I attend? I'd love to hear back from you! Feel free to share below!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437072019-03-16T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:24:54-05:00Blessed and "Bound"
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="A Bound Woman Book" href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=a+bound+woman+is+a+dangerous+thing&crid=1V2O7SHU8LQ2R&sprefix=A+Bound+Woman%2Caps%2C288&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_13" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/0c0fb53f91d5a3b8cea4e2b1ca36b61b374a3ff2/original/a-bound-woman-cover.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDQ0MyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="443" width="300" /></a></p>
<p> As excited as I was when I bought it, I had to struggle to read this book the color of a period napkin with rope and knots on the cover and bold white lettering, <a title="A Bound Woman Book" href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=a+bound+woman+is+a+dangerous+thing&crid=1V2O7SHU8LQ2R&sprefix=A+Bound+Woman%2Caps%2C288&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_13" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><em>A BOUND WOMAN IS A DANGEROUS THING</em></a> by <a title="DaMaris B Hill" href="http://damarishill.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">DaMaris B. Hill</a>, like I didn’t already know being born into a black/brown woman-body, bleeding the moon wasn’t “dangerous.” I had to make sure that I read this book at the right time when I could rightfully process it. Roxane Gay claims ,“This book is a reckoning,” so I reckoned that I needed to be mindful, danger flirting with danger and all. I waited until spring break for privacy.</p>
<p> Poet DaMaris B. Hill made me mad at the very beginning with a preface and all. Who wants to have the poems, the book introduced? Couldn’t we just get on with it? Didn’t she trust me to read tediously with both my head and my heart? Why not just let me experience the poems on my own? The book was promoted as poems regarding incarcerated women. Isn’t that enough? As much as I wanted to skip the preface, it haunted me. After all, it was written by a poet. I read it anyway.</p>
<p> Poet DaMaris B. Hill wisely reminds the reader in her preface, that “bound” is a two-faced coin. It is the women who wrestle relentlessly with captivity and that which would eat them alive and spit them out for mere folly. Those faces to me were obvious. I saw/see them every day and know them well. That was why I had to struggle to read the book in the first place, but Poet Hill also reminds us that like she, we are “bound in a legacy of love in the midst of the ricochet in solidarity with the hurt and the wounded.” Yes, she declares this book a collection of love letters. </p>
<p> She made me question myself. Amid all the clang and clamor regarding the “angry black woman,” had I, a black woman, forgotten for a spit second (Yes, I meant a “spit second.”) forgotten our invincible power to love? Had I wanted for just a spit second to loose myself of the ties that bind me to them? Did I think it would make me less? If I had entertained any of those things in the blink of an eye, Poet DaMaris B. Hill, sets me/the reader straight. Before even the first poem, the reader experiences a “reckoning.”</p>
<p> Before I can catch my breath and entertain a moment of guilt, another “reckoning.” Poet Hill declares, “The afflicted pray for healing—just as hungry people pray for bread, but when has God ever sent bread?... God has always sent a woman.” As if a black woman needs one more revival, rescue, or war on her plate... But Ms. Hill widens the plate and serves us an endless platter courage and resistance that empowers us instead of burdens us. That is the fierce beauty of this book; it emboldens and reminds us of the long line of brave hearts and fearless souls from whence we come. </p>
<p> The poems take us on deeply intimate journeys with the lives of Lucille Clifton, Black Bess, Harriet Tubman, and even Eartha Kitt. We meet women whose names we have known for decades but may have never known them <em>like this</em>. We also meet women whose names we might have never known, Annie Wilson and Gynna McMille, had it not been for this book. The poet even documents her own “bound” on the page with the poem, “Patriot and Prisoner.” She is a black woman, mother to a black son, and veteran of the United States Air Force. This is the poem that insists that the reader pace the cell back and forth with the poet and bang fists against the bars until the <em>bars bleed</em>. This is the poem that decries and declares with a fury that reclaims the fierceness of our birthright that the western world has strategically fought desperately to strip from us. This poem reminds us that we are only as “bound” as our minds agree to be. This poem is a transcendent love letter to self like I/you will never see coming.</p>
<p> In celebration of Women’s History Month and the lineage of women that birthed me into being, I celebrate this book and invite you to celebrate it with me. Many thanks to Poet DaMaris B. Hill for her research, clarity, and courage to birth this work. Afterall, our bellies would be bloated, our bodies and minds lethargic, our souls yet hungry if God had only sent “bread...”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p></p>
<p>P.S. Click the image above or <a title="A Bound Woman Book" href="https://www.amazon.com/s?k=a+bound+woman+is+a+dangerous+thing&crid=1V2O7SHU8LQ2R&sprefix=A+Bound+Woman%2Caps%2C288&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_13" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> To order the book. To find more about the poet <a title="DaMaris B Hill" href="http://damarishill.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">DaMaris B. Hill</a>, click <a title="DaMaris B Hill" href="http://damarishill.com/" data-imported="1">here</a>. Thanks for supporting women, literature, poetry, and LIFE!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437052019-02-02T19:00:00-05:002022-10-20T16:34:37-04:00Sweet, In memory of Sharese Locke<p align="center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/ed1b77738768dc005803cf2bcea801578f55cef5/original/sharese-locke-2000s-rs2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjMxeDI4NSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="285" width="231" /></p>
<p align="center">Brown sugar and cayenne,</p>
<p align="center">Intertwined harmonies of violin and viola,</p>
<p align="center">Winding willow and rooted oak,</p>
<p align="center">Neck jerk, sassy smirk, and mile-wide smiles,</p>
<p align="center">Melodic soul, metaphorical role,</p>
<p align="center">Finger pop, hand pat, hip bump and juicy roll...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> The party may have started before we arrived, but we danced our way in and raised the roof.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
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<p> School brought us together to “flex and tech,” but poetry found and bound us, liquid language, simultaneous heartbeat, morning, noon, and night.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/7164c1f0e22d256b352abeeaa0147e731e08a94f/original/literati-chicago-rs.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6NTAweDQ4OCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="488" width="500" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">(one of our first professional publications, circa 1987, <em><strong>Literati Chicago</strong></em>)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">photo credit: <a data-imported="1" href="http://www.chicagobeau.net" target="_blank" title="Lincoln ">L. Beauchamp</a></p>
<p> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*</p>
<p> You loved poetry as much as I did. Poetry was home to misfits, outcasts, black sheep, and word warriors. Poetry was where we found one another. Poetry, how we mused, amused and soothed the abused and even healed our own bruises. From the hills of the campus to the clubs and “Mill” of Chicago, to a quick hit even on the west coast, poetry was our magic, and we casted spells with wicked thickness. Your family became my family, mine was yours, and we were sisters bound by poetic lineage.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/9de365e1acbfc69978ee32ec62006fb06b71535d/original/poetry-in-motion-promo-1988-crop.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjUweDMzNCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="334" width="250" /> <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/9f41db43ac52898f5542050e417cbdae0cc89b5b/original/poetry-in-motion-program-1988-crop.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjUweDMzMyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="333" width="250" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And then, life happened...</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: left;"> A new love, a new vision, a cross country move, a first child, a film project, new directions, splitting paths, life...</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/62beace22ab132ca7cf1cb42298a8aa5f91cbfc9/original/sharese-and-barry-rs.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6NTAweDI1NyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="257" width="500" /></p>
<p> Today, I celebrate the life you lived, the life you loved, the life you fought, and I am grateful for all you taught me and let me teach you in return. I am grateful for every moment we laughed, loved, learned, and cried. </p>
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<p> I am the woman, artist, writer, poet, I am partly because of how we grew up together and then apart. I thank you from the endlessness of my heart. I am sending love, light and peace to bless us who will miss you, that smile, and the drama that only you knew how to play. I am sending love, light, and peace to bless you as you cross into ancestral plane. I pray you are somewhere passionately poeting in power.</p>
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<p>Love,</p>
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<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/a9fbbdcd01ec2cb4877c89dd88d758f60f368ccf/original/sharese-locke-1990s-rs2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjUweDE4OCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="188" width="250" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Many thanks to Shannon Locke and "Chicago Beau" for the archived photos.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437042018-10-17T20:00:00-04:002018-10-18T08:11:06-04:00For My Students!!!
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<p>I am posting this as a special request from one of my students. Thank you, Andrea, for asking me.</p>
<p>The following is a poem that I use in my poetry classes to introduce poetry as storytelling. It is one of my favorite pieces to perform. The place is real, the persons are real, and yes, this really did happen. </p>
<p>If you enjoy the poem, please feel free to leave a response on the blog. I would love to hear from you!</p>
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<h1></h1>
<h1 style="text-align: center;">*</h1>
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<h1>Spirits’ Crossing <em>for You whoever you are…</em>
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<p> </p>
<p>he was poised on a street corner,</p>
<p>where Rev. Dr. Joseph P. Lowery Boulevard,</p>
<p>formerly known as Ashby Street, meets</p>
<p>Ralph David Abernathy Avenue</p>
<p>in that pseudo-black mecca called,</p>
<p>Hotlanta, ATL,</p>
<p>the dirtiest part of the Dirty South that</p>
<p>wears white, lace gloves</p>
<p>on Sundays.</p>
<p>he was there poised,</p>
<p>beneath a traffic light,</p>
<p>left turn lane,</p>
<p>in a fire red truck.</p>
<p>onyx eyes fixed in a sea of</p>
<p>creamy mahogany</p>
<p>with a crown of dreaded serpents about his head</p>
<p>and a silver hoop in one ear</p>
<p>twinkling beneath the sunshine</p>
<p>beckoning me.</p>
<p>he was poised</p>
<p>looking like a cross between</p>
<p>Wesley Snipes and Jesus,</p>
<p>what Jesus really looked like,</p>
<p>or maybe Osirus.</p>
<p>he was poised,</p>
<p>a mysterious pyramid invincible</p>
<p>amidst the madness of urban decay,</p>
<p>where so many of his brothers</p>
<p>trudge the same streets,</p>
<p>suited and booted with</p>
<p>weighted crosses strapped to their backs,</p>
<p>razors in one hand, emaciated phallus in the other,</p>
<p>and bible verses clogging their third eyes.</p>
<p>he was poised, fertile and free,</p>
<p>looked into me and</p>
<p>reflected all my past lifetimes in a single glance.</p>
<p>I became the Virgin before Jesus,</p>
<p>or maybe Isis in flight while</p>
<p>he was hip hop and holy, wholly:</p>
<p>father, son and ghost,</p>
<p>the most magic in a moment</p>
<p>I had touched in a while,</p>
<p>perhaps forever.</p>
<p>he was full enough</p>
<p>to fill me in a moment</p>
<p>with just a look.</p>
<p>he sang a sonata without as much as a smile</p>
<p>while floating me on the rivers of his soul</p>
<p>to someplace I’ve been before,</p>
<p>but could not go that day.</p>
<p>‘cause</p>
<p>i was in the left hand turn lane</p>
<p>going the other way</p>
<p>where Rev. Dr. Joseph P. Lowery Boulevard,</p>
<p>formerly known as Ashby Street, meets</p>
<p>Ralph David Abernathy Avenue</p>
<p>in that pseudo-black mecca called</p>
<p>Hotlanta, ATL,</p>
<p>the dirtiest part of the Dirty South that</p>
<p>wears white, lace gloves</p>
<p>on Sundays.</p>
<p>it was Monday</p>
<p>with impatient cars behind me,</p>
<p>so all I could do was squeal with ecstasy</p>
<p>and pray he heard me</p>
<p>praise his divinity</p>
<p>that baptized my soul,</p>
<p>made me wholly holy,</p>
<p>and set me free</p>
<p>for a moment.</p>
<p> <br></p>
<p> @ 2018, Tamara J. Madison</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"> <img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/7d941b2caee7f9ef339d2e841f6e239693b84cf4/original/street-corner.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6NjcweDUwMSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="501" width="670" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Yes, this is that same corner, Abernathy & Lowery! Now it's your turn! Please share with others and respond to the blog below! Thank you!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437032018-08-18T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:24:39-05:00RESPECT!!!
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/f241984470b3fd99bf6fa1121a59e6e195912877/original/aretha-in-sun-glasses.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDM5NSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="395" width="300" /></p>
<p> I remember the red and black Atlantic Record’s label and the forty fives that my parents kept in the floor model stereo. I remember putting on a stack of records and hearing something in this voice that I just had to have. I remember seeing Ms. Franklin on television and thinking that there was something about her that I just had to have or better yet that I had to be.</p>
<p> I remember listening to my parent’s stack of 45’s filled with her music. I memorized the words to her songs effortlessly even before I could read. When I tired of fashion dolls that did not look like me or any of the women and girls in my community, I drew closer to music. Play time became concerts in the living room.</p>
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<p> It was one of the very few instances where I could stand in the middle of the floor, put my hands on my hips, switch across the room and be as loud and sassy as I wanted to be without my mama jerking a knot in my behind. She never told me to be quiet or sit down if it was Ms. Franklin’s music. At five years old, I could let some imaginary man know, “I never loved a man the way that I, I love you,” “knock on [his] door,” and demand his “respect” any time I damn well pleased. I also knew that if he wanted a "do right woman," he needed to be a "do right man." And even though I didn’t know what “Dr. Feel Good” really did to make women feel better, I knew that I didn’t need a “doctor filling me up with all those pills” because he would “take care of business” whatever that was. And my mama miraculously did not shush me!</p>
<p> Later when I went to college, I knew that I had to figure out how to be “giving him something he can feel” and make sure that I knew “who’s zooming who.” After my make-ups, break-ups, and other challenges, I was never afraid to tell a man, "You betta' think!" Ms. Franklin always reminded me that “a rose is still a rose” and “baby girl, you hold the power.”</p>
<p> I remember Aretha Franklin looking like the teenage girl next door one minute, a revolutionary activist the next, and unmistakable royalty whenever she pleased. She was round, brown, gospel/soul/funk feverishness on so many levels that I could not make sense of it but knew I had to have that/be that.</p>
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<p> I came from a long line of reserved, quiet women, some refined, others raw and head strong but quiet especially in public and in front of men. The older I grew, the more I felt them screaming in silence. It was in their eyes, their bodies, their movement—all a bit strained, but Ms. Franklin was something different.</p>
<p> Ms. Franklin was straight, no chaser in double shots, burning sweetness that traveled down to rumble in the belly. At four years old, she was poetry for me before I even knew what poetry was. She was words, images, and melody in high ceremony that transformed folk.</p>
<p> She had been a far away mentor of sorts, for me and my own hot-blooded self-determination. She was like that favorite auntie that always understood in those moments when your mama and grandmama didn’t know, but you did not get to sass and disrespect them. You simply waited until you grew and learned to “come to yourself” and make your own way.</p>
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<p> I was unexpectedly moved to tears the day she died, tears of reverence and gratitude.</p>
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<p> Whether famous or unsung, we never know who might grow stronger, taller, wiser, and empowered simply by watching the way that we choose to walk this earth and express ourselves. I write this to say thank you, Ms. Franklin for being such a soulful inspiration and motivation. I would not be the “natural woman,” the poet, that I am without you. I hope your spirit is somewhere soaring…</p>
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<p> P.S. - For a mini-concert of Ms. Franklin and her "20 Essential Songs," check out <a title="20 Essential Songs" href="https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/16/arts/music/aretha-franklin-dead-best-songs.html" data-imported="1">this </a>from the New York Times. Click <a title="20 Essential Songs" href="https://www.nytimes.com/2018/08/16/arts/music/aretha-franklin-dead-best-songs.html" data-imported="1">here</a>!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437022018-08-11T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:24:32-05:00Slipping through the Cracks
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<p> Most often we think of an error or something else negative as slipping through the cracks. We talk about clean up work to clear and clean the dust and dirt that often falls through the cracks. We even talk about “sealing the cracks” to keep out debris, cold air.</p>
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<p> On the other end of the spectrum, we often think of breakthroughs as a wide door or gate swinging open, and blessings pouring forth with trumpets hailing the victory and confetti everywhere. Artists have written songs and poems about it. Filmmaker’s have captured the fanfare as the climax of the movie. We plan celebrations and feasts in honor of it.</p>
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<p> But is that how it always happens?</p>
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<p> Sometimes a door or gate opens just a bit, just a hair for us to slip through, no fanfare, no noise of celebration, but quiet in a moment. When the door cracks open just wide enough for us to slip through, it also means that less debris and undesirables enter with us. Though it may be less dramatic, it may be more powerful and <em>intimate</em>.</p>
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<p> It is easy to recognize those moments of breakthrough when the whistle blows or the horn sounds and all the lights come on with the crowd cheering. Those subtler breakthroughs and shifts require us to be quiet, prayerful, alert, and nimble to slip through the cracks when they open <em>just for us</em>.</p>
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<p> I have experienced this several times lately. Little moments where I have been able to detect an opening and slip through have created a huge shift for me personally, spiritually, and professionally lately. I had to be aware of the moment, open to the call, and nimble to slip through the crack before the opportunity closed. I have watched the same pattern happen for others a lot in the past few weeks. For many of us it has open doors that have been shut for months, even years, doors that we thought would never open, opportunities that have been long in coming.</p>
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<p> What about you?</p>
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<p> Will your next breakthrough be bold and blaring or will it be a quiet crack for you to slip through? Will you be aware and ready to move, shape, shift into your next upgrade? I hope so.</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. If you these words motivate and inspire you, feel free to share with others. I’d love to hear back from you! Respond to the blog below.</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437012018-08-03T20:00:00-04:002021-09-17T00:31:18-04:00Gratitude 8-4-2018
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<p> I am blessed to be celebrating the announcement of my first major publication, <em>Threed, This Road Not Damascus</em>, forthcoming spring 2019 from <a href="http://www.triohousepress.org/" data-imported="1">Trio House Press</a>. I have worked and waited and worked some more a long time for this, a very long time. I have put the project down, picked it back up, divorced it, and remarried. There were moments when I thought this project would never come to fruition even though I prayed. I am grateful that it is soon to be released. </p>
<p> I want to take a moment and acknowledge my continuum, the many people that keep me motivated and inspired on even the worst days. My accomplishments and my success are not just my own. They are also belong to the family and community that raised me and sustains me. I will try my best to name as many as I can. If you do not find your name here, please know that you are in my heart though my mind may err. Bare with me folks; this may take a minute…</p>
<p> I am grateful for the lineage from which I descend especially the long line of mothers and “threeds” that held their tongues in public yet whispered their secrets to me. I am grateful to Yusuf who first introduced me to the idea of modern scripture and sacred word. I must also thank my cousins, Faye and Denise, who served as powerful feminine examples of commitment and conviction encouraging me to seek “my own truth.” I am grateful to my sister, Tonya, who always supports me without judgement even when she reminds me that I am wrong. I extend many thanks to my family, church, and community for the “laying on of hands” and “testimonies.” I hope this work heals and moves you to rejoice.</p>
<p> I extend my gratitude to poet and publisher, Bill Berry, Jr. who read this work in its earliest stages and started it on the path to growth and further development and to <a href="http://www.aaduna.org/" data-imported="1"><em>aaduna</em></a> for being my publishing “home” for so many years. I also thank <a href="https://willowlit.net/" data-imported="1">Aquarius Press/Willow Books</a> for acknowledging and shortlisting the earlier manuscript during the 2015 Willow Books Literature Awards. I am grateful for poet and editor, Sara Lefsyk, who heard the calling and followed the “music.” I am grateful to poet and editor, Tave Neese, who always noticed and encouraged. Trio House Press, I bless you for pushing this work out into the world.</p>
<p> I am thankful for all my mentors, teachers, counselors, and coaches in <span style="text-decoration:underline">every</span> aspect of my life. I am grateful to the late poet, writer, actor, director, and magician, Lynwoodt B. Jenkins, who always knew my gifts and held me accountable. That gratitude extends to poet Ilya Kaminsky who challenged me to think about language and its ability to oppress and/or empower, to poet Carol Frost who told me the manuscript was not yet ready, but “Everything you need is there,” to poets Jeff Friedman and Paula McLain who trusted me to make my own way while at New England College. I thank educator, Saundra Redden, who saw my gifts in the fifth grade and did not hesitate to tell my parents, and to Professor Maryse Sauvaget who refused to let my being a non-native speaker be an excuse not to “shine.” I am grateful to Carolyn Outlaw who introduced me to the poetry section of East Branch Library.</p>
<p> To poet and blues chief, Sterling D. Plumpp, musician, composer, and bandleader, Kahil El’Zabar, and visionary, Nirvana Muni, my earliest artistic mentors and support during my Chicago era, I thank you for your patience and support. I am also grateful to poet/activists, Sonia Sanchez, Gwendolyn Brooks, Ruby Dee, Haki Madhubuti, Marcia Ann Gillespie, Nikki Giovanni, Joyce Carol Thomas, and James Baldwin—all who I personally encountered as a very young artist and who took the time to share words of words of encouragement. I am grateful to lay eyes on and sit across the room from novelist, Toni Morrison, and listen as she challenged a room full of writers to raise the bar and break the ceiling. I am grateful to the work of Lucille Clifton that resurrected me and the work of Maya Angelou that never lets me rest too long.</p>
<p> I am grateful to my sister circle (honorary brothers included); you all know who you are. Thank you for always challenging me to grow. I also thank all of my students who keep me “on my toes” and help me to create sacred space in such a chaotic world.</p>
<p> To my husband and my children, thank you for so graciously sharing me with the page, stage, classroom. Yusuf reminds me to be disciplined. Allajuah never lets me forget I am an artist; Ajeemah, reminds me to be fierce daily. Afriel, “the Angel,” reminds me that I birth miracles. </p>
<p> Finally, I am grateful to my mother who first infused my life with the arts and to my father who believed his daughters could do absolutely anything.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And so It is as I am…</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">As always,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Joyful,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Inspired,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Creative,</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"> Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Thank you for taking a moment to share this moment with me.</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61437002018-01-14T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:24:27-05:00Joyful Noise
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<p>Muck, mire, memes, madness, slander, insults, and injury… It had become way too much noise for me. Social media and much of the media was filled with so much personal and political chaos that I needed to shut down for a bit. I pulled away from my blog and newsletter feeling that the best way I could contribute the world at that time was to be still, silent, and resistant to the chaos.</p>
<p>I surrendered to my decision but after a while became uncomfortable and irritated by it. I finally had to admit to myself that if I chose not to write, not to share my gifts with others, then I would be cheating myself and those around me. My skills and talents are not just for me; they are my contribution to my relationships, my community, my workplace, the world. Hoarding them would be as much of a disservice as the negative noise and chaos that was “breaking” the net.</p>
<p>So… I’m back to make noise again, a joyful noise, that counteracts and counterbalances the madness that fills the web and airwaves, minds and conversations of too many. I am shifting my focus from the withering tree to a “giving tree.” If the madness is that wretched and that loud, then I guess my positive passion and praise will have to become even louder.</p>
<p>I thought I would start my Joyful Noise with a Gratitude Blog. I am blessed to have some amazing people and experiences that keep me going on days when it is really tough to keep going. </p>
<p>To my Health & Healing Team:</p>
<p>Khaliah at <a href="http://email.mindbodyonline.com/wf/click?upn=lIiv6N4C2UbunTzfs1OozWql5wt-2F1vb4X7F-2BHquGMvs-3D_5MXBh3nWi5qtQqjDG0qlxLt2bcWhXQ-2FB5JBWX5oe3qtROBQMKTE2J3Whd9gK-2BQYNsH6vikTyAfyEEF58zoRHdP1efbeP5ZO1tHvXqbXN6nXbn0-2B-2BuEZGnvHMQOa-2BosatRYMc3Cia0hbXoMfUdS1NdUENyyheAzHbwUC3OXgwxg-2BuMxvpvrx1tEcKliCpchOHcUYExNcfAV9JY8VsD30LhvTOm2MQgigxfK8Q-2FIntLbXXVa1OTIiFGKTMySn0WPULskQTmg6ZO6m4O6EOJmA-2B4NnT49SCbswSnN3c8-2BLkTgRlXfsEO2LPJxYB0BmNuGg8ouMsDx12i9af4Me9-2Fl7OYBuZB0AwZBmrWH1zTd-2F36j55t1j1BJ9S2qNaS92hjKplqsI5IZi-2Bo-2Bv-2Bw93Kc3GtOrXdC0FB8Y4-2FfHIiF5uBvhOg31GcrArCM7-2BIlb8v0Fe4NpNDDLlyrfjPG3XzNVeCCGIRZAYcu7LOqNYkSDmTFva9Ip-2FFScPRNizavNlBk7fUVSQB6O9cqW3NBicf3ilipQq4-2FQoroSLTMtzVvaTJq1LfVCYhMf0yF7pgDcUCQCrh-2FdotLYBt5WUxWZLZtAFu6neMtQdrXzq3nXSky2QS3IuhC-2Ffx-2Fhw0DHG2S1Djhity7c-2Fxowc-2FbqwIcWH2IRI9DG6HOdZDw-2FXwa7ZZKRDGS8B10km22FoLHHcEJPPycNlXOpMt-2F2Q5fmtPw-2F7u38jRGv8gLokIJlqgLj1aALGFMK6fT2-2BhCE6on66cvAtlpIez" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Tinna’s Spa</a> – Your healing hands and therapy have worked wonders for my health and blessed my well-being. The spa is my oasis! Thank you!</p>
<p><a href="https://www.facebook.com/giselle.bellorin" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Giselle</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kristabel.zumba" data-imported="1">Kristabel</a> at <a href="https://ymcacentralflorida.com/y-locations/blanchard-park/" data-imported="1">Blanchard Park YMCA</a> – You keep me moving and remind me to celebrate life through dance. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/giselle.bellorin" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Giselle</a>, I am honored that you encouraged me to teach. Thank you!</p>
<p>Tonya and Sharon at <a title="Seminole County" href="http://seminolecountyfl.gov" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Seminole County Government </a> – I would not have my Zumba class without you! It has made a difference in my daily life physically, emotionally, and spiritually, and MY CLASS ROCKS!!! Thank you!</p>
<p>Angelee – You are my herbal/exercise guru and muse. Thank you for your prescriptions, knowledge and example of how the body can powerfully heal itself when we listen and follow through with it. Thank you!</p>
<p>To my artistic mentors (<a href="http://www.kahilelzabar.net/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Kahil</a>, <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sterling-d-plumpp" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Sterling</a>, and <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/carol-frost" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Carol</a>): From you, I have learned that music and poetry at their best are the language of the soul and the highest of sacred ceremony. I have also embraced my own brilliance in ways that my parents and instructors could not teach. Thank you!</p>
<p>To my Sister Circle with Honorary Brothers included (You know who you are): </p>
<p>Though we may not speak and see one another as often as we like, I know I can call at any time and find a place of unconditional love with words of wisdom (even when I am wrong). You remind me to grow gracefully and lovingly as a powerful artist, mother, lover, friend, and woman. Thank you!</p>
<p>To my children: </p>
<p>I am grateful to raise you and be raised by you. Watching you grow and develop as fearless, loving, compassionate, and self-determined beings reminds my that miracles exist! Thank you!</p>
<p>To my current and former students from <a href="http://lectures.org/youth-programs/wits/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Seattle Writers in the Schools</a> to <a href="http://www.fultonarts.org/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Fulton County Arts and Culture</a>, ArtsCool, AileyCamp, <a href="https://www.hccc.edu/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Hudson County Community College</a>, <a href="http://www.fdu.edu/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Fairleigh Dickinson University</a>, <a href="http://www.stetson.edu/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Stetson University</a>, and <a href="http://www.valenciacollege.edu" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Valencia College</a>: </p>
<p>It is an honor to teach you and learn from you and watch you grow. On my toughest days, in you I have found motivation and reason to laugh and keep learning. Thank you!</p>
<p>To Yusuf/<a href="http://www.moundbuilders.life/" data-imported="1">Joseph</a>: </p>
<p>Thank you for bearing with me on my best days and my worst. I have learned so much by your example of how to walk this earth with discipline and commitment. Thank you for the gift of extended family and a whole new experience of how to love.</p>
<p>To my elders:</p>
<p>Thank you for your patience, wit, wisdom that I am now really beginning to understand. I am grateful for your sense of humor and for your amazing stories that fuel my life and creativity. </p>
<p>To my Ancestors/Angels/Guides:</p>
<p>Thank you for your journey, your sacrifices, your guidance and support. I am grateful to be who and whose I am born in this time, in this place, in this lineage, body, and physical expression. I hope my life journey gives you reason to rejoice.</p>
<p>To all those who follow my site and pages, offer your words of encouragement and support in endless ways, buy books, attend events, and support the creative arts, I thank you!</p>
<p>And so I begin 2018 with my own Joyful Noise!!! What do you have to shout about? Feel free to leave your comments and responses below! I would love to hear from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p><em>Tamara</em></p>
<p>Happy New Year to each of you! </p>
<p>P.S. I have posted some links in this blog to some of these people and places and their services! CHECK THEM OUT!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436992016-02-07T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:24:24-05:00Open Thank You Letter to My First Family and Community
<p><em>On January 29, 2016, I appeared as the guest speaker for the Annual Book Fair sponsored by The Soul Writers Guild at The Evansville African American Museum in Evansville, IN. The following day, I was invited to facilitate a writers workshop for participants aged 7 - 70. The following is my response to the community regarding the success of the events and the community's support.</em></p>
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<p>Dear Family, Friends, and Community,</p>
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<p>Thank you so very much for the invitation to be a part of the Annual Book Fair for The Soul Writers Guild at The Evansville African American Museum.</p>
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<p>I was surprised and overwhelmed by the show of love and support! To be in the company of my elders who raised and supported me through my youth was an absolute honor. Know that the laying of your hands and your words of wisdom move with me on a daily basis and are infused in my practices as a parent and teacher. </p>
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<p>Mr. and Mrs. William Saucer, Miss Armetta, Mother Kay and Karen, Miss Leona, it was a joy to see your faces light up with joy, laughter, and pride. I cannot thank you enough. Elder Griot Sondra Matthews, thank you for being an example of unerring activism and ancestral pride. Mrs. Outlaw, thank you for showing me that sacred space at East Branch Library where the poetry was hiding and thank you for reminding me to “keep going.”</p>
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<p>It was also special to see my peers show up- April, Lisa, Emily, Lori, Bridgette, Tiffany… Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules and lives to be supportive. You have always been supportive of me, and it was a blessing to know that remains. Many of you I have not seen for years. It was a treat to have you there! Corderro, the portrait was amazing and an honor to behold!</p>
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<p>To my baby sister, Tonya, thank you for the introduction, travel support, and for being my “partner-in-crime” listening to my poems and stories and crazy ideas when no one else would. I don’t know who I would be without your presence and listening ear in my life.</p>
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<p>To Aretha, thank you for your patience, commitment, and your flexibility and support. I am honored that out of all the writers you have read, you chose to honor my work.</p>
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<p>To The Soul Writers Guild, and The Museum, thank you for your efforts to nurture literacy and culture in our community. I am humbled by your invitation in endless ways. To stand in the museum on the grounds of the projects where my grandmother, father, aunt and uncles once lived and loved and struggled was a humbling and unforgettable experience. There were moments when I held back the tears that night.</p>
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<p>In light of the many tragic events that continue to plague our community, we must remember that our own love and support of one another on a daily basis in the least and the greatest of ways is still our most valuable defense and priceless tool. We must “matter” most to ourselves and each other and radiate that magic with relentless passion and commitment. I thank you wholeheartedly for reminding me of that and for giving me a reason to “keep going.”</p>
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<p>I have lived, traveled and presented in many places including other places in the world, but there is something precious about being not just invited but <span style="text-decoration:underline">welcomed</span> back “home.” I thank you with all my heart and hope to see you again soon.</p>
<p>Feel free to leave your comments and responses below! I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>Much love, blessings, and protection for us all,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Please forgive me if I have not listed your name here. Know that it is simply human error and not a lack in the heart. </p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436982016-01-05T19:00:00-05:002022-02-24T19:46:52-05:00Revelation Resolution<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/d624cc1aa192cdede841137743c8d226c27b0c5d/original/newyearsresolutions.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6Mjk5eDE2OCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="168" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="299" /></p>
<h1 style="text-align: center;">Happy New Year 2016!!!</h1>
<p>Like most folks, I have been thinking about the things that I want to see happen this year: where I want to go, what I want to do, how I want to grow, etc.</p>
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<p>Unlike many years before, I had a new revelation when exploring the idea of my New Year’s Resolution. This year I am much more conscious of what/who I am leaving behind to move forward. I am also conscious of the mourning process that goes along with it.</p>
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<p>Sometimes in the excitement of moving forward on a new adventure, we forget the people and things that we are leaving behind. We are often relieved to leave behind a horrible job or stagnant relationship and run in the new or opposite direction as fast as we can forgetting that transitions of any kind must be processed and acknowledged. Yes, it is a type of mourning.</p>
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<p>Without processing or mourning these relationships, they can easily creep up later in the form of depression, sadness, lack of motivation, or even unexplained fears that tamper with the new relationships and opportunities. </p>
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<p>Just like any other death or transition, it is important to mourn the loss (<em>no matter how good or bad!!!)</em>. Whether it is weight we are losing, a relationship that is ending, a new job beginning, or an adventure to a new place of residence, we must remember to take the time to honor and acknowledge where we were, who we were with along with the growth, pleasure and pain of that place, person, or relationship. It is simply a part of our growth and awareness process.</p>
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<p>Above all else, we must remember to release and let go consciously with as much love as we can muster. That is what truly frees us and preps us for the blessings to come.</p>
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<p>I am wishing you a 2016 that is the best you and best year yet!</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436972015-11-06T19:00:00-05:002022-05-18T02:35:37-04:00Why me?<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/df1b8e63759cfcf0a145d5c57a7419c247973506/original/why-me.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDMwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="300" width="300" /></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">“I keep asking, why me?” </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">That was his next question after asking me if I went to church, believed in God or could possibly understand the whirlwind of madness that was rocking his world most recently. The death of his beloved stepmother, her funeral on his birthday, and the first day of his college experience all happened within a tumultuous two-week period. A couple of weeks later he would lose one of his “boys” to a fatal motorcycle accident. He was searching for answers and asking me for suggestions.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">It was one of those moment when I had to reach. I had asked the same question numerous times in my own life. The fact that I am a parent, instructor, mentor with more than 30 years of experience on him made no difference. When we are struggling to understand the madness or pain of our lives, it’s easy to ask, “Why me?”</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">I listened, took deep breaths and waited for an answer, something that might assist this young man who was trying his best to be positive and stay focused in his personal and academic life. He trusted me. I was honored and knew that this needed to be handled carefully.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">Sometimes the answers arrive from some blessed place that we can hardly fathom. Those answers are often for us as well as for those with whom we are interacting. The words that fell from my lips were for me as much as they were for him:</span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">“Sometimes it is not the most productive thing to ask WHY. Sometime it is much more helpful for us to ask HOW?” I replied. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">I later explained to him that the intricacies of life can be so intense that the answers to WHY might further confound us or do nothing at all to lessen the pain, intensity, anger or frustration of the situation. When we lose a loved one to a violent crime or sudden illness or accident, we most often find that the answers to who did it and why do not soothe and comfort us as much as we thought. Even “justice” does not end the frustration or create the peace that we really desire.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">Asking the Source of our strength HOW to navigate the matrix of pain, guilt, anger, frustration, resentment, death, sickness, etc. is the key to receiving the answers that help us make our way through the condition as peacefully and productively as possible. Little did I know that those words would be as vital to me as they were to my student that day. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">I have been carrying that tidbit of wisdom as a precious pearl ever since. As a matter of fact, today is one of those days when WHY won’t do me a bit of good. Today I choose to be quiet and open to the matter and magic of HOW. The answers are slowly but surely arriving one step at a time, and I am grateful.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">How about you?</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">As always,</span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Be Joyful,</span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Be Creative,</span></p>
<p><span class="font_regular">Be Inspired,</span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular"><strong><em>Tamara</em></strong></span></p>
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<p><span class="font_regular">P.S. Many blessings and thanks to Gary for the inspiration for this post! </span></p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436962015-11-06T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:24:12-05:00INTERVIEW: Miss MeaResea Homer
<p>As a “Back-to-School” special, I wanted to open up my interview series with a student who is on the move and achieving her goals. Far too often, we are lost in the media madness that portrays the troubles and challenges of young people to a hideous extreme. Many of the youths who remain positive and productive through the chaos are invisible. We must remember to acknowledge, appreciate, and inspire them. </p>
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<p>MeaResea Homer is a young woman who is on the move in a positive and powerful way. I had the pleasure of working with MeaResea as a young teen through The Boys & Girls Clubs of Metro Atlanta (East Dekalb), Young Audiences Teen Slam Program, and earlier with AileyCamp Atlanta. She is a 2015 graduate of Arabia Mountain High School where she was an honor student and member of the National Honor Society. MeaResea was also consistently involved in numerous community service projects while honing her skills in the arts with poetry and performance. She is now attending Agnes Scott College in Decatur, Georgia majoring in business.</p>
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<p>The following is my recent interview with her. If you like what you see, send MeaResea your love and support with a response to the blog and share with others! </p>
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<p>Read and be inspired!!! </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">*****</p>
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<p>CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR GRADUATION SUCCESS! Please share what your plans are after high school for the next five or so years.</p>
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<p><em>This fall, I will be attending Agnes Scott College, a private, all female, liberal arts college in Decatur, Georgia. I plan to major in Business Management and minor in Sociology. I do want to attend graduate school to pursue a master's degree in Business Management to further increase my chances of employment in the future. For graduate school, I am looking at out-of-state schools. </em></p>
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<p>Many people have specific areas of interests that they pursue, you, however, have a wide range of experience from business to scholarly pursuits and even the arts. How did you end up developing such a wide range of interests? </p>
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<p><em>I definitely have to credit my various range of interests to my Boys & Girls Club. Being a member there for just about twelve years has really given me leverage to experience nearly every program the club offered. Karate, Oratorical club, 4-H club, girls scouts, basketball, cheer leading, tennis, poetry club—are just some of the few programs and activities where I participated. Every couple of years, I would try something different that sparked my interest. I would keep up with the activities I enjoyed the most as the years progressed. </em></p>
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<p>Do you plan to continue pursuing these various interests as a young adult? If so, describe your ideas of how.</p>
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<p><em>I do plan on pursuing many of these various interests. Since the college I will be attending is just fifteen minutes outside the Atlanta area, I'll still be able to do many of the activities I enjoyed during high school. Poetry contests and art festivals are my main interests. </em><em><span style="text-decoration:line-through"></span></em></p>
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<p>I notice you have quite a bit of community service and volunteer activity on your resume. How did you become involved with these? How have such activities helped YOU in other areas of your own life?</p>
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<p><em>One of the pillars of Boys & Girls Club is service to the community. For as long as I can remember, I've been involved in services that benefit my community and Club. Being involved in this type of work has humbled me. It also </em><em><span style="text-decoration:line-through">and</span> allows me to continue to realize how truly blessed I am on a daily basis. </em></p>
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<p>With so many interests and activities, how do you stay focused?</p>
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<p><em>In elementary school, I was required to have an agenda book every year, and now I haven't gone a single year without one! I'm a visual person, so seeing my schedule helps ease my mind and makes me feel more in control. I also make sure to take advantage of days off and cherish time alone in order to reboot from my many activities. And above all, I keep my mind on God and ask him for guidance on a day-to-day basis. </em></p>
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<p>Many people feel that talented, successful people never struggle or fail. What has been your greatest struggle or failure to overcome?</p>
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<p><em>I was rejected from my one of my top choice schools—Mercer University. Before I even opened the letter, I already knew. (Most of the time, when receiving college application status letters, the thicker or larger the envelope, the more likely you've received an acceptance letter. Mine was regular-sized and thin.) I wasn't accepted. I was heartbroken. I had got accepted into every school I applied to, except Mercer.</em></p>
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<p><em>At first, I was mad at myself for not being good enough to get into the school. If I only had a better GPA. If I had just taken the ACT one more time. Those were the thoughts that raced through my mind. But I soon came to realize that this was only a temporary setback. I was accepted into other great schools that gave me amazing opportunities. I still keep my rejection letter as a reminder that even though I may have failed at one thing, I still have other great opportunities.</em></p>
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<p><em>I've also learned to not look at failure in a negative way--now, I look at failures as an opportunity in itself to help me grow as an individual. I didn't lose anything from being rejected; being rejected just diverted my path in a different direction.</em></p>
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<p>With so much heartbreaking news in the media, particularly around youth, how did/do you stay focused and positively motivated?</p>
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<p><em>Seeing and hearing about everything that's going on in the media these days is just sometimes too much to bear. Thankfully, I have an amazing group of friends and family who are just as equally as motivated and positive as I am. They keep me grounded and sane!</em></p>
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<p>Out of all of your interests and abilities, how did you stumble upon poetry and what does poetry do for you?</p>
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<p><em>I started writing poetry in the third grade. The Boys & Girls Club of Metro Atlanta publishes a book filled with poetry called The Marel Brown Creative Writing Program. I have been published in the book three times. I have also recently participated in poetry slam competitions. For me, poetry lets me escape into my own world. It gives me a sense of reassurance that I am in control of my own thoughts.</em></p>
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<p>What words of inspiration would you have for other young people following behind you?</p>
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<p><em>There is nothing you CANNOT do. It is all in your mind. Tell yourself you can, map out a plan, and go for it!</em></p>
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<p>Name some of the people you admire and share how they motivated you along your journey.</p>
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<p><em>One of my main inspirations since the seventh grade when I read his book, Gifted Hands, has been Dr. Ben Carson. He is a renowned, and recently retired, neurosurgeon, who was the first person to successfully separate the Binder twins who were born conjoined at the back of the head. Being African American, and growing up with a terrible temper, he really had the odds against him. With the persistent wisdom from his mother, he finally took charge of his life; he defied the odds. After I read his story, I was moved and really began to realize that if you want something badly enough, with hard word, routine time, and dedication, anything is attainable for you.</em></p>
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<p><em>Another person I truly admire is my mother. Like Dr. Carson's mom, my mom always reassures me that I too can do anything I want as long as I put my mind to it. She ensures I keep myself motivated and remain true to who I am. </em></p>
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<p><em><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/4ed194bcdda6b2a85b9e10dee2bfc6366afd8329/original/mearesea-and-family.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDIyNSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="225" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>MeaResea with her mother and twin sister!</em></p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436952015-08-12T20:00:00-04:002015-08-13T10:09:52-04:00INTERVIEWS COMING THIS FALL 2015
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<p>I am excited to share that I will be doing a series of interviews for my blog this year! </p>
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<p>I personally know some of the most creative, positive, passionate people on the planet! They continually inspire me on my toughest days and are always a part of my motivation and inspiration. I decided that I the world could use a little positive and courageous sumthin’ sumthin’, so I decided to introduce some of the amazing folk that I know to my blog.</p>
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<p>I hope that you will find the as inspiring as I do. I hope that something they share will bless you and motivate you in ways that you have not been before. I hope that you will support their efforts and share them with others as well.</p>
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<p>Stay tuned, the magic will be arriving SOON!</p>
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<p>Blessings to all,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436942015-03-09T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:24:06-05:00Acknowledgement: A Response to My Sisters 40 and Childless
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<p>I am many things: Black, woman, writer, poet, performer, educator, speaker, wife, mother. That last one, mother, has taken an immense amount of time, energy, blood, sweat and motivation to manage let alone master. I have been the married mother, the divorced mother, the single mother, step-mother, godmother, and the “40 and pregnant” mother. I am tremendously grateful to say that I have managed with the help and support of many.</p>
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<p>My AuntieMamas circle is wide. I used to tell my children religiously, “Watch yourself, baby! Mama’s got eyes in the back of her head.” Those eyes were the many family and friends (blood and soul relations) whose hands, heads, and hearts supported us when my own hands, head and heart were fuller than full, spilling over into what could have been catastrophic but was not because of loving, consistent support.</p>
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<p>There were so many aunties that we lost count: aunties in the kitchen, on the playground, at school, living upstairs, around the corner, and even with us from time to time. AuntiesMamas with quick eyes and even quicker hands that were my backup when needed spending the night, sharing meals, love, laughter, and lessons. There were porch parties, crab boils, birthday celebrations, movie nights, and pajama parties, and pancake breakfasts. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without them all.</p>
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<p>We are all now over 40. </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/f04eb8fa138b71d1b2a6832c610f8277e13b19f4/original/40-without-children.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDM5OSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="399" width="300" /> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Tamara J. Madison with Sulonda smith (left) and Sage Crump (right) </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> at my MFA Graduation; New England College 2010 </p>
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<p>Some of them have chosen not to have children at all. I have never cared or questioned their choices. With the challenges of parenthood and partnership that I have both endured and observed as a married, divorced, and single parent, I understand and sympathize easily with them choosing to not have children and have never thought to question or convert them because of it. Their decisions have not caused distance or shift in our growth and experience together as women. As a matter of fact, <em>they remind me of who I was/am without my children</em>.</p>
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<p>Between toddlerhood and puberty, principle visits and proms, broken furniture/glass and broken hearts, bandages and bandits, it is easy to forget who I am as a woman, just a woman rather than the “mother who just happens to be a woman.” You know her. You see her all the time in the grocery, at the malls, stores and church, at PTA meetings, soccer/basketball/baseball tournaments, in the office, on the job looking disheveled with eyes darting talking on the cellphone to her child’s teacher while writing the shopping list, eating jellybeans for lunch and typing up the report for work. Your know her. You may even be her like me more often than not.</p>
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<p>She has forgotten how much she loves watching the sunrise with a glass of wine. She can’t remember the last time she soaked in a tub full of bubbles while eating mangoes and chocolate. She has no idea when was the last time she danced all night or even part of the night. Rarely does she reflect upon how many degrees she has or the time she studied and traveled in Europe or that punk band she sung with for a few years, or the partially painted canvas tucked in the closet waiting for the next brush stroke. She has her own unique form of amnesia while navigating the frantic matrix of “mommydom.” </p>
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<p>But her sisters without children are there to remind her.</p>
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<p>My own sisters without children keep me sane and in check when it comes to my <em>womanhood</em> in a world that easily abuses and conveniently would have me to forget. As a mother, it is effortless to feel like at any time anything and everything is my fault especially when it comes to relationships. After all, don’t I hold the key to the magic that fixes everything? What would our world be without that image of a mournful Virgin Mary or Eve baring the curse of everything, and weren’t they both mothers? </p>
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<p>Beyond the religious context, for black women there is the haunting image of the black mammy who nursed her master’s children as well as her own. She also kept the master’s house and her own in order. Isn’t that what we do? Carry the weight, clean the mess, serve, birth and raise children? This image runs rampant in the media with various faces and circumstances from vintage cinema to contemporary variations. I am not angry with her or what created her. I am not ashamed of her either.</p>
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<p>I am grateful that I have my sisters without children to remind me that <em>I simply don’t have to be her</em>. </p>
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<p>My sisters without children remind me that my worth is simply who I am and not who or what I produce! They remind me of my many accomplishments when I feel like a failure. They remind me that I don’t have to solve the problems of the world, my husband, my children. They encourage me to laugh, eat chocolate, and soak in the tubwhen I feel like it, and sometimes even when I don’t. They take me dancing and keep me up until the sunrises. They pull my children aside and school them with a wisdom that a mother’s fears may not have. They motivate me to be dauntless. They speak a language that I understand and show me when I am wrong without scolding me or fixing problems for me. They listen to my tantrums and venting and then tell me to grab my big girl panties off the floor and wear them! I would simply be a hot mess without them.</p>
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<p>To all of my sisters who have courageously chosen differently despite the misunderstandings, obtrusive interrogations, and ignorant bullying, to be childless and over 40, I salute you and your choice.You are mindful of your worth beyond the womb and confident in your contributions to life and humanity regardless of naysayers. Most of all, while the other and AuntieMammas, are consumed and caring for their own children,I am grateful for you are there simply being you and honoring yourself reflecting what I need, when I need it most.</p>
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<p>If you this post leaves you inspired, please leave a response below and plus, tweet, tag, and like to share with someone else!</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<h2>Tamara</h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/906945cdfc0e3955771ff8d90252a4e6748776ca/original/40-without-children-2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDIyNCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="224" width="300" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Tamara J. Madison with Sulonda smith (left) and Sage Crump (right)</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">at my MFA Graduation; New England College 2010</p>
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<p>NOTE: This post was written in response to <a href="http://www.forharriet.com/2015/03/40-and-childless-reflections-on.html#axzz3TeIpNPt0" target="_blank" data-imported="1">"40 and Childless: Reflections on the Societal Expectations of Black Women and Motherhood"</a> written by <a href="http://www.duewaworld.com" target="_blank" data-imported="1">DuEwa Frazier</a>, published on-line in <em>For Harriet. </em>Click <a href="http://www.forharriet.com/2015/03/40-and-childless-reflections-on.html#axzz3TeIpNPt0" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here </a>for more.<br></p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436932014-10-23T20:00:00-04:002014-10-24T05:46:17-04:00RANT #1
<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/a4b1b9c32283ec81a6ecfeffdf18dde45d67b8d7/original/rant.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDIwNyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="207" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></p>
<p>Rant #1</p>
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<p>Free Write Prompt (from one of my students): <em>In today’s society…</em></p>
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<p>In today’s society mediocrity is an absolute rampant infestation that is poisoning everyone from the youngest to the oldest of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Rarely do we push and strive to be our absolute best or break out to do something incredibly innovative and new.</p>
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<p>It’s scary. Even for those of us who are completely capable of doing it, it’s scary. It is mad, crazy scary because people want most often what is somewhat predictable and comfortable.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, our comfort levels don’t usually encourage us to grow and stretch and reach and change. That scares us or annoys us most often.</p>
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<p>But…</p>
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<p>There are those rare moments of shimmer and glimmer and spark and leap and dive and soar, those moments when a whisper is a roar, and we follow that calling in our souls and just roll with it no matter how rocky the wave.</p>
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<p>In those moments, we have faith in something greater than ourselves that we know we are a part of, something that shows us something greater within ourselves.</p>
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<p>In those moments, we are blissed and kissed with something new and ancient, something fleeting and timeless, something inexplicable that we wrestle to articulate,</p>
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<p>something more us than we could ever imagine…</p>
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<p>When was the last time you had such a moment?</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436922014-10-16T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:59-05:00Bears, Bugs, and Geckos, Oh My!
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<p align="center">“Life [is] like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re going to get!” – Forest Gump</p>
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<p>I was ready for something different: fresh air, a change of scenery, new opportunities, an opportunity to grow. Yep! I asked for it. I focused. I put feelers and resumes and cover letters out there in cyberspace. I whispered my wishes into the veins of the ethers.</p>
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<p>Yep, I asked for it; I got it!</p>
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<p>Forrest Gump’s infamous quote is my mantra these days. I had no idea what I was getting when moving to a new place or new experience. We have an idea of what it will be like, but there is so much that we cannot even remotely conceive (no matter how much research we’ve done or how smart we think we are). You just end up with new flavors and gooey centers that you just didn’t know were in the box.</p>
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<p>The opportunity arrived. We journeyed to Florida. I had no idea that I was actually moving to Jurassic Park. </p>
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<p>Our very first night in our new apartment, our house warming party was a merry band of raccoons that raided the garbage dumpster just a few feet away from our car in the parking lot. I had no idea how organized and savvy they were. One stood as look out on two feet atop the dumpster while his buddies rummaged through the contents. Another stood upright with arms stretched to receive the bounty on ground level. It was like watching a cartoon without the animation from our apartment window.</p>
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<p>And then there are the insect and reptilian neighbors that scamper across the pavement as we pass or just stand there and watch as I walk pass. I am talking 2-3 inch speckled locusts that eat everything in sight and sip pesticides as cocktails. A colleague of mine explained that he literally has to smash to keep them from devouring his garden because nothing else works.</p>
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<p>The geckos have made it clear to me that they are the ones who really run the place. They are everywhere on the trees, in the grass, on the windows, upside the buildings. They watch you like they dare you to say something and questions their presence. I have even seen a vulture fly pass while walking my ten year old home from the pool. Yes, a VULTURE, it was just that clear and close.</p>
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<p>While watching the local news, I have witnessed horror stories poisonous snakes biting neighborhood children, alligators devouring dogs on a leash, and bears raiding neighborhood garbage cans. Who knew Florida had black bears? WHAT?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And oh, I saw an opossum stand on two feet in broad daylight right down the street from a group of children at a bus stop. He did not even budge as my car road past. All he needed was a backpack to catch the bus with the rest of the children. I mean, what is this? I am used to seeing them as road kill or scampering off into the bushes at night!</p>
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<p>Then there are the wonders: the eagles waltzing on the breeze, the exotic flowers, aromatic blossoms and lilting palm trees, the loyal sunshine playing peekaboo amidst rolling clouds, and the rainstorms that disappear as quickly as they suddenly arrive.</p>
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<p>This Jurassic Park is my box of chocolates with as many discomforts and terrors as marvels and wonders. I didn’t plan on all of this. I am not the camping, outdoor, nature girl type at all. I don’t do bugs and animals. I prefer to watch them on PBS or flip them on pages in National Geographic. I didn’t ask for this.</p>
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<p>But then again…</p>
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<p>I asked for a chance to grow, and growth rarely nestles in our comfort zones. It pushes us out of them and flings us into new territory. We can then choose to fear and fall or breathe and fly.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>While gazing at the fabulous flora around me, I am watching my new animal friends closely, especially those birds. I am choosing to breathe, fly and savor my chocolates…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436912014-10-09T20:00:00-04:002020-10-26T17:36:04-04:00Summer Madness 2014!!!<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/c025245f8044606759e12671b231be3b7613070d/original/summer.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDIyNSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="225" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></p>
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<p>SUMMER MADNESS!</p>
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<p>It’s been a minute! I have been on the move! </p>
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<p>This summer was indeed a summer to remember across 4 states (Georgia, New Jersey, New York, Florida) in in two months! I conjured change for my life, and it blew in with a whirlwind!!!</p>
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<p>I wanted to share some of the warmth, wonder, and magic of my summer!</p>
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<p>My kick-off was traveling to my hometown of Evansville, Indiana for a performance reading and book signing at Barnes and nobles! I was blessed to reunite with family, friends, community and former classmates! Yes, even the Lady Warriors of Harrison High School showed up along with church members from childhood. </p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">Reading at Barnes and Nobles; Evansville, Indiana</p>
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<p>I was pleasantly surprised and tickled! It had been more than 20 years since I had seen many of them! Thanks to all who took the time to show up and be so lovingly supportive! It means more than I could ever explain! </p>
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<p>Beth, your reflections on the event were a teardrop to my heart! Heidi, wow! April, you are always there. Tonya, you are down like four flats covered in Mississippi mud. Mama and Daddy would be proud of us both. Thank you all!</p>
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<p>I was later blessed to work as an instructor for the <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.alvinailey.org/about/people" target="_blank">Alvin Ailey</a> Foundation's <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.alvinailey.org/about/company/ailey-arts-education-community-programs/aileycamp?wssl=1#_ga=1.90539546.1886120661.1412952893" target="_blank">AileyCamp </a>in June and July in Atlanta and New York! Both camps successfully completed a summer program for middle school youth with dance, creative expression and personal development classes along with amazing performances for parents, peers, and community!</p>
<p>Many thanks to <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.alvinailey.org/about/people/administrative-staff/nasha-thomas-schmitt">Nasha Thomas Schmitt</a>, National Director, Diane (Atlanta) and Natasha (New York) for the opportunity to stretch and grow teaching Personal Development for the first time! It was a blast!!! I LOVED IT!</p>
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<p>Another highlight of the summer was reading at my invitation from <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/poetsnetworkandexchange/" target="_blank">Poets Network and Exchange</a>, a warm and welcoming group of writers founded by Lorraine Currelley. I was featured along with Ngoma Hill in a reading at the historical Harlem Library! For me it was history, culture, and pilgrimage all in one!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowliftTagList"><span class="fcg">With <span class="fbPhotoTagListTag tagItem"><a class="taggee" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100000473160474&type=mediatag&media_info=6.649474108463992" data-imported="1" data-tag="100000473160474" href="https://www.facebook.com/HenryGrimesMusician" id="js_z">Henry Grimes</a></span>, <span class="fbPhotoTagListTag tagItem"><span class="taggee">Tamara J. Madison</span></span>, <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.facebook.com/lorraine.currelley?fref=photo" target="_blank"><span class="fbPhotoTagListTag tagItem">Lorraine Currelley</span></a>, and <span class="fbPhotoTagListTag tagItem"><a class="taggee" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1032264239&type=mediatag&media_info=6.649474108463992" data-imported="1" data-tag="1032264239" href="https://www.facebook.com/OsunyoyinAlake" target="_blank">Osunyoyin Alake Ifarike</a></span> </span></span></p>
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<p>Thank you so much Lorraine Currelley for your passion, poetry and commitment to so many writers and the community. Check out The Currelley Literary Journal as well for more information on what this amazing writer/woman is doing! </p>
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<p>By special invitation, I attended <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.facebook.com/WomenWritersinBloom.PoetrySalon">Women Writers in Bloom Poetry Salon</a> in Harlem’s Sugar Hill community for a workshop and presentation by writer/poet, Amanda Johnston. Thanks Lorraine and Juliet P. Howard for the opportunity and the hook-up! </p>
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<p>It was a lovely afternoon with poetry, potluck and sharing on many levels. Find out more about this fiery poet and her work. Amanda is an inspiration in countless ways as a writer/woman/mother/warrior. She was also the inspiration for one of my blog entries. Click <a data-imported="1" href="http://tamarajmadison.com/blog/pick_up_the_pieces">here</a> for more.</p>
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<p>To my hermana mia and familia, poetess/artist/publisher, Sonia Roman (aka Aminah Love) and <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.facebook.com/LovePublishingLLC" target="_blank">Love Publishing</a>,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> <a data-imported="1" href="https://www.facebook.com/LovePublishingLLC" target="_blank"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/4b496b0a84480908b400529b59eb69c3629dd2e8/original/love-publishing.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDMwMSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="301" width="300" /></a></p>
<p>I don't know how I could have made it through this summer without you. It was a treat to be in your presence for six weeks and meet extended family and new friends. Thanks for being such a wise, warm and wonderful force in my life! Lady Bug, you keep me going always!</p>
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<p>From my husband, children and family who supported each other in my absence to all others who helped, cheered, coached, and provoked, (you know who you are), and you also know that I thank you wholeheartedly! </p>
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<p>Allajuah, Leslie, Terry, Shyria, Naasir, Adrienne, Champion, and Kiira, thanks for letting The Angel know that he is always loved and supported whether Mom and Dad are close by or not. The summer would not have been the same with youl If I have not mentioned your name, I have not forgotten you in heart.</p>
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<p>Finally, I have landed in Florida, my new home. I am blessed to be working with students at Valencia College and Stetson University. Yes, I am lushly surrounded by hypnotic palm trees, relentless rays of sun, bears 'possums, and 'coons, bears, bugs and geckos… Oh, my! That’s another blog entry! </p>
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<p>Katherine, thank you for holding the vision. Yusuf, we made it...</p>
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<p>Stay tuned! I will be in touch soon!</p>
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<p>In the meantime,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436902014-10-09T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:51-05:00WRITE WOMAN: Kiara Morris
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<p>By invitation of instructor, Leslie Gordon, I had the honor of speaking with students at <a href="http://hapevillecharter.org/" data-imported="1">Hapeville Charter Career Academy</a> in Georgia this past spring. I shared a spoken word/poetry/activist presentation. To my surprise, a few weeks later, Ms. Gordon informed me that one of the students based her class project on my presentation and publicly shared an original poem for the very first time with the class as part of her assignment.</p>
<p>I was absolutely humbled and honored by the thought. I decided to catch up with this young lady and discovered that she is an absolute inspiration to her peers as well as to adults. My communication with her inspired me to feature her in an interview. </p>
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<h3>Introducing, Kiara Morris: </h3>
<p><em>I was inspired to write this poem after l heard a recital of Ms.Madison's poem "Spirits Crossing." It made me want to go home and write immediately:</em></p>
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<p><strong>Poem excerpt</strong>: “Good Black Men”</p>
<p>[He] walks in</p>
<p>wets his lips, takes a seat, faces me;</p>
<p>I can barely breathe.</p>
<p>Soul of Jimi Hendrix, thick bushy hair</p>
<p>everywhere like soft licorice moss.</p>
<p>[He] can toy a poem, play you a song,</p>
<p>draw you the sun, carry the moon</p>
<p>and the stars on his back.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>This brother is bad…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>dipped in God's finest dark clay,</p>
<p>his eyes jeweled with the brightest gems.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>He's one of plenty not one of few…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>-Kiara Morris</p>
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<h3>Check out my interview with Kiara below:</h3>
<p>Congratulations on being an avid reader and passionate writer at such a young age! What authors have influenced you the most and why?</p>
<p><em>My all-time favorite and most influential author is Jane Austen. Austen was great because the underlying meaning in all of her work was the simplicity of everyday life, She showed the intricate nature of self- respect, experience, friendship, and love. I use those themes in my poetry and short stories, sweet and simple.</em></p>
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<p>Describe how your love of reading began at such an early age and tell us what books really hooked you at first.</p>
<p><em>My mom read bedtime stories every night. My earliest memory of literature is of my mom reading, <span style="text-decoration:underline">There's a Monster at the end of this Book,</span> featuring Grover and Elmo from Sesame Street. I loved the adventures of stories! </em></p>
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<p>Why do you think young people lose interest in reading/writing? Can you suggest anything that might motivate them?</p>
<p><em>I think some teenagers genuinely feel that reading is for school and school only. Not all people feel this way, but being force-fed Shakespeare in school can be enough to make teenagers never want to read again! My suggestion would be to find a daily or weekly blog that interests you ot to watch a movie then read the book! Lots of the movies out now are based on books.</em></p>
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<p>In your bio you stated, “…it was easy to seek companionship in writing.” Explain how writing serves as your companion. </p>
<p><em>There's a quote on a coffee mug I have that says "Book lovers never go to bed alone." Writing and reading keeps me company because it always captivates me. I don't always have to text a friend; sometimes I just need a pen and paper. </em></p>
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<p>You stated that the sociology class in high school was the first time you recited your work publicly. How did that feel?</p>
<p><em>It was a great experience and far less terrifying than I had envisioned it being. I felt like I was finally doing what I wanted instead of just day dreaming of it. Reciting my work was a big step for me, and it was an amazing!</em></p>
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<p>How did the instructor and your classmates respond?</p>
<p><em>My instructor was really pleased, which was very flattering. My classmates were intrigued and asked questions. I answered quite happily, because I was shocked I was received so well.</em></p>
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<p>Do you think you will continue your writing publicly? If so, how?</p>
<p><em>I know that I will continue to share my writing with others because the feeling of sharing it was so exhilarating! I plan to go to a poetry club and speak there. I also have a blog where I share my writing: </em><a href="http://beautyimplosion.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">http://beautyimplosion.blogspot.com/</a></p>
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<p>There is a great deal of concern about our culture becoming more addicted to the web and less literate and knowledgeable at the same time particularly when it comes to youth. Do you agree or disagree? Why?</p>
<p><em>I disagree. True, it’s easy to view teenagers on their phones all day liking photos, but there's another side. Social media is the fastest way to spread news, and many teenagers see these things. We read about science discoveries, racial issues, political scandals, and injustice on the internet. I believe that most teenagers are still reading and learning, just in a less conventional way.</em></p>
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<p>You are a writer/poet, visual artist, calligrapher, cellist, and an athlete. WOW! Do you find that so many interests make it hard to keep up and focus or do they help you to be well-rounded and better focused?</p>
<p><em> </em><em>All of my skills help me stay on track. I am obsessed with productivity because if I’m not doing something, I just feel like I'm wasting time. </em></p>
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<p>What words of encouragement would you leave for youth following behind you and seeking direction or a role model?</p>
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<p><em>I would definitely tell them to do what THEY love, regardless of what their parents want or what their friends think they should do. I have seen so many of my friends with great talents miserable because they are following their parents or friends' dreams instead of their own. Live your own life, never hide your gorgeous smile, and do everything you do with all of your passion!</em></p>
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<p>Thanks for taking the time during your busy college schedule to share with us, Kiara!</p>
<p>Many congratulations to this brilliant and exciting young writer/woman!!! Please inspire her with your support and encouragement! Bless her blog: <strong><em><a href="http://beautyimplosion.blogspot.com/" data-imported="1">Beauty Implosion!!!</a></em></strong></p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Creative</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436892014-08-23T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:46-05:00Ready, Set, Yes!
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<p>I have been quite the busy bee lately. I have missed my moments with the newsletter and the blog. So much has been going on that I have barely had the time to catch my breath.</p>
<p>In three days, I touched down in four states: New York, New Jersey, Georgia, and Florida. I have yet to settle. I am transitioning in more ways than I care to think about at the moment.</p>
<p>It is not that I necessarily like hopping around from place to place or state to state. I am not jet setting by any means. It was simply time to move, and I am seeking to be obedient.</p>
<p>You see, I had prayed for certain things in my life. I had reached out to the Divine and asked for certain things that I felt like I and my family needed. I asked for my next phase of growth too.</p>
<p>And then I waited… And I kept on waiting wondering if I would ever get any answers.</p>
<p>Suddenly the windows opened and opportunities were placed before me. It was not exactly in the timing that I had planned. It is not at all at the pace that I prefer to move. This is not quite how I had pictured it, but…</p>
<p>It was an affirmative answer to my prayers.</p>
<p>And so I moved and I am still moving physically, mentally, and emotionally in the direction of growth and development, change, and my blessings. I don’t always feel like it. I don’t always feel up to it. Sometimes, I don’t feel quite ready, but I have to trust that something greater within in me knows that I am.</p>
<p>My prayer these days is simply, “YES!” to all things healthy, happy, productive and positive in my life because I asked for them. Consequently, I have said yes to a new job, yes to a new home state, and yes to a new dimension of growth for my life and career.</p>
<p>There are days when I feel exhausted, when I question so much going on at one time, but then I think about how inconsiderate it would be for me to dismiss the very opportunities and blessings that I asked to appear in my life. How would I feel if I presented someone with a very special gift and they politely said to me, “No, thank you. I really don’t feel like accepting a gift today. Maybe later.”</p>
<p>Knowing me, I would probably be offended and would never offer that person a single thing again. I am so glad that that there is something out there much more loving, gracious, and forgiving than I am. I do not wish to offend, so my answer is “YES!” to my blessings as best I can.</p>
<p>Here’s to arms and hearts open wide to receive the beauty and growth that has been waiting for us!</p>
<p>Sometimes we have to gather our courage and dive in head first whether we have all the answers, know all the details, feel like we are completely ready or NOT! If we don’t, we could end up being in the same place and never ever making or move or embracing this wonderful dance of life.</p>
<p>How about you? Any prayers being answered your way? Have the gates from heaven been pouring forth blessings in your direction? Are you remembering to say, “yes?”</p>
<p>I’d love for you to share! You never know how your story or comment may be a blessing to someone else. Leave your response below! I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436882014-08-05T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:43-05:00New Chapters
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<p>I am writing you while still away working in New York. I am experiencing wonderful things while here and embracing new growth in my work and in my life. Good news and opportunities are pouring in, and I am most grateful.</p>
<p>Strangely, I found my energy low and a bit heavy for a couple days recently. I soon realized that while celebrating this new chapter, a part of me was mourning the close of an old chapter that was once warm, inviting and engaging. With that closing is a transition of people, places, and things in my life.</p>
<p>Some I will get to take along with me into the new chapter for continued growth. Others I will simply have to hold as memories. That aches a bit at times, but there is simply no other way to move through this unless I choose to be numb and in denial. I choose to feel my way through this…</p>
<p>Just like I am allowing myself to feel the excitement and adrenaline rush of the new chapter before me, I am allowing the ache and discomfort of the closing chapter behind me. All of these pages old and new comprise the Book of Me. The best thing is…</p>
<p>I am still writing and adding new life and adventure to this Book of Me. I am continually editing and revising, adding new chapters. The journey continues, and I am grateful.</p>
<p>How about you? Care to share? Leave your comments below! I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436872014-07-22T20:00:00-04:002020-10-26T17:29:31-04:00Pick up the pieces!<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/97407c55d7b0e4ca010990b84336c13b923788c8/original/broken-heart-pieces.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDMwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="300" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></p>
<p>While working in New York for the summer, I had the blessing of attending a workshop and reading featuring writer/poet, <a data-imported="1" href="http://www.amandajohnston.com/">Amanda Johnston</a>.</p>
<p>Wedged between brownstones in the Sugar Hill section of Harlem, I sat in a courtyard garden filled with flowers of various, colors, shapes, sizes, cultures… The flowers were the women who gathered for the Women Writers in Bloom Poetry Salon founded and curated by Juliet P. Howard.</p>
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<p>During the Q&A session, a sister writer asked Amanda how she managed to juggle motherhood, a full time job, a husband, and her passion, poetry. Completely composed and clearly positioned on the issue, the poet responded that all of it blended together for her in an ever evolving shift of priorities, needs, and circumstance. She talked about how she did not have the luxury of leaving her family for six months or even six weeks at a time, but creatively found ways to nurture and grow her passion.</p>
<p>She reminded us to be mindful of the “needs” versus the “wants” of those around us. She also encouraged us to be advocates for ourselves being the examples for others to do likewise. “Treat yourself, your life as a whole. There will be plenty of others to dissect your life for you.”—Amanda Johnston.</p>
<p>How about adding THAT to your affirmation, confirmation, mantra, prayer collection? I have it on lock in my save file!</p>
<p>How many times do we try to compartmentalize ourselves and our lives into neat little pieces to meet the desires, the opinions, and the needs of those around us? Way too often! We then walk around feeling broken and empty while the weakened muse of our desires and dreams begs for our attention from beneath the rug or corner or back burner, wherever we have decided to stuff it.</p>
<p>And then…</p>
<p>We become frustrated with family, friends, and loved ones who do not respect our time, our needs, our desires. Why should they when we have been butchering and breaking off pieces of ourselves and our lives not being our own advocate?</p>
<p>Whether we want to admit it or not, that 6 month sabbatical and luxury grant may never appear. That “Honey, go ahead and take a week off to yourself. I’ll take care of the children…” may never happen. And yes, It sucks!</p>
<p>If we continually find ways to work miracles every day for those we love. We can do the same for ourselves.</p>
<p>The nurturing and evolution of our passions may have to be integrated into those 15 minute coffee breaks at work. That special event we dream of producing might have to be a special segment of a program already being planned on the job or in the office. That ritual writing, studying, research or even “me time” might need to be done at 1:00 am when the young ones are gone to bed once a week instead of every single morning between 5:00 am and 10:00 am like those success stories we read about in magazines.</p>
<p>No one else can advocate for us like we can. Only we can create that special time for ourselves and teach others to respect it by treating ourselves/our lives holistically knowing that time management for us is a day to day, sometimes moment to moment exercise in flexibility, awareness, and will!</p>
<p>Here’s to the “whole” in us and the “whole” of us making magic and miracles in the world, one step, one breath, one poem, one passion, one day at a time. Like Nike says, “Just do it!” but do it as Marvin Gaye might say, “Holy wholly!”</p>
<p>I’d love to hear your ideas and suggestions! Hit me up on the blog and share your ideas! You might just be someone else’s key to break free!</p>
<p>Many thanks to poet, <a data-imported="1" href="http://www.amandajohnston.com/" target="_blank">Amanda Johnston</a>, for the inspiration of this week’s TamTalk!!! She is a fierce and feisty mama on a mission with poetry as her machete in tow! Her work is definitely worth checking out!</p>
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<p>Click <a data-imported="1" href="https://squareup.com/market/amanda-johnston">here</a> to find out more! SUPPORT INDIE ARTISTS!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
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<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436862014-07-14T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:37-05:00Birthday Illumination
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<p>Journal Entry: Saturday, July 12, 2014, around 9:00 am</p>
<p>Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 76 years young had he lived until today.</p>
<p>How very fitting it is that I have my first ever poetry performance feature in Harlem of all places where so many of my artistic ancestors and influences harvested their ambition and lived out their dreams (Zora, Langston, and so many others). There were my inspiration in books and literature classes for years.</p>
<p>How incredibly beautiful it is that I am reading in Harlem on my father’s birthday. He too is now my ancestor, my father, who exampled hustle, ambition, and the fruition of dreams for me personally.</p>
<p>Daddy, I thank you dearly for your example. I thank you for having the courage to do what many would never ever dream of doing. I thank you for challenging the color lines, confronting prejudice and ignorance of all kinds.</p>
<p> I thank you for rescuing me in the hospital that day when the staff wanted to keep me and Grandmother on cots in the hallway despite our suffering pneumonia. There were no “colored rooms” available. Because of your audacity and insistence, they “found” room and the service was impeccable. I thank you for your courage and your example.</p>
<p>I thank you for challenging me to find a way to do it rather than be told that I could not when it came to anything. I thank you for encouraging me to find another door open when one closed in my face. I thank you for reminding me to step firmly on bridges but never burn them because I just might need to tip toe across them again.</p>
<p>I thank you for rising most days with a smile to face a world that spat in your face on a daily beginning with your very own father who walked away and never returned to raise you, shape you, love you, face you with answers but left you to figure it all out on your own.</p>
<p>I thank you for being a father anyway, my father, my sister’s father, even my ex-husband’s father all day, every day. Though the monkey harnessed on your back always poured you another drink, festered your fears, and enticed you to leave, you stayed. You stayed for graduations, births, deaths, divorces, and the ordinary—determined.</p>
<p>Forgive me the arrogance, ignorance, and stubbornness of my youth. This day they yield to my compassion, my grace, my thanksgiving, my happy birthday to you. May your soul be sweetly released. Rest in peace.</p>
<p>To my ancestors, angels, guides, I thank you for your sacrifice, your shine, for the dreams you carried despite the lashes on your backs.</p>
<p>I thank you for your hands on my shoulders and around my heart.</p>
<p>Amen</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436852014-06-10T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:34-05:00Confession
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<p>June 5<sup>th</sup> marked the first year anniversary of my blog, TamTalk!!! Man has it been a journey! Believe it or not, I was incredibly resistant to the idea of doing a blog even though I am a writer. I hated the idea of it! I felt like the web was overcrowded and traffic jammed by more than enough blogs and posts and sites and STUFF! The idea of a blog, writing daily, weekly, monthly literally annoyed me. </p>
<p>The idea of doing for a business annoyed me even more. Ugh! Writing to me was personal and intimate. A blog felt like just the opposite. That was just one of my excuses.</p>
<p>Finally I realized that it was partially a fear of commitment and judgment. I knew that if I did it, I couldn’t half way do it. I knew that it had to be passionate, personal, and consistent. I knew that I resisting that type of relationship with myself and my talent.</p>
<p>But I threw myself in anyway…</p>
<p>I’ve learned that when I find myself being super stubborn and resistant, it is often the very thing that I need to confront. In this case, I am glad that I did.</p>
<p>Some really incredible and encouraging people have responded. It has affirmed and confirmed some of the work that I am doing.</p>
<p>I’ve grown tremendously into a whole new branch of writing and expanded my skills. It has been a great exercise and I am continually seeing the benefits of it.</p>
<p>The process has turned out to be much more than a business, but it is personal. I have a relationship with this blog thing now. I muse over new posts even when I am “off duty.” My mind and fingers itch when I swear I am going to go on hiatus for a few weeks. I continually meet new incredible people or stumble across inspiring new ideas that I want to share with others.</p>
<p>So I am still at it, and I am glad that I am. Every once in a while I just have to say thanks for taking this journey with me. Your comments and messages have been so encouraging and inspiring. Thank you, thank you so very much.</p>
<p>I’m curious. Is there anything that you are resisting or refusing these days? Careful! Take a second look! Check yourself! It might be the very thing you need to take courage and embrace!</p>
<p>Take a moment to share your reflections below! Is your resistance working for you or are you diving in? Enjoy the journey!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. I still don’t consider myself to be a “blogger.” Lol!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436842014-06-03T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:32-05:00Open Love Letter to Dr. Maya Angelou
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<p>Dearest Maya,</p>
<p>While so many are eulogizing and praising and even archiving you in critical papers, I simply wanted to offer you this, my thank you note and love letter.</p>
<p>I don’t know if you will remember me or not, but I do believe that I was introduced to you first by Mrs. Carolyn Outlaw, the dedicated librarian at East Branch Library where I spent so many hours in my youth. Mrs. Outlaw led me to the poetry section where I stumbled upon you.</p>
<p>Such a get down girl and grand lady, a scholar and a priestess, a wise mother and BFF, all in the same quick breath, you were mesmerizing to me. I listened to you on those pages for hours, carried you home to meet my parents. I was so very proud.</p>
<p>I loved how you loved black people and all people, reminded us that we were all God’s children especially when we treated one another unseemly with such cruelty. I loved when you beamed with such pride at the accomplishments of others yet always felt to be on one knee no matter how high the pedestal on which you stood. And how incredible that when caged and songless, you never forgot that you had wings!</p>
<p>I admired your courage in transparency, the gentle weight of your voice, and guiding lilt of your silence. Folk who never bothered with a poem, their souls smiled from your words. Others who never gave a book a chance curled up with you for pillowtalk, confession, and testimony. You were church for folk who had not sat in pews in years.</p>
<p>At the Black History Month Talent Shows, Church Socials and Fashion Shows, and even the local Beauty Pageants, girrrrrl, you were a hit! And that “Phenomenal Woman?” That was one of the very, very rare opportunities where we brown/black girls got to sass with class in public and did not get popped on the bottom or mouth! We narrowed our eyes, placed hands on our waists and proclaimed, “<em>It's in the reach of my arms/ The span of my hips,/ The stride of my step,/ The curl of my lips./ I'm a woman/ Phenomenally. <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178942" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Phenomenal woman</a>/ That's me.”</em></p>
<p>And our mamas were proud!</p>
<p>Before I even knew what spoken word was, I was performing your poem on stage for talent shows because everyone else was singing, dancing, or roller skating. You looked like, felt like, sounded like where I came from not some distant land, tongue and people from a place I had never been. I did your poems on the stage with pride and promise! It worked so well, Maya, so very well that I began scripting poems of my own that looked like, felt like, sounded like me. I shouted them from the top of my lungs on the stage knowing that if nobody, nobody at all understood or approved, you would…</p>
<p>Yeah, it was personal.</p>
<p>Although you were poeting for the president and walking with giants like Malcolm, Martin and Amiri, it meant even more to me that unlike any other poet they showed me in grammar school, you gave me permission to not only to speak my language but declare it! Forty plus years later,</p>
<p><a href="http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><em>Still I rise</em></a></p>
<p>daily as blues bard, jazz siren, and pen priestess.</p>
<p>I cried the day they told me that you left. I sang a loud, sloppy sobbing song! Lost all of my poetessness and fell onto the bed a hot mess.</p>
<p>Who on earth could fill the mighty footprints you left on the souls of so many all over the world? Who would remind us of our greatestness when the world would swear we were at our lowest?</p>
<p>In tears, I sat and watched the tributes and reports from the media. One scholar praised, “Maya is one of those lights that goes out, but the shadow remains.”</p>
<p>Indeed, in deed…</p>
<p>Maya, I thank you.</p>
<p>Soothed by the blanket of your shadow cradling my shoulders, <a href="http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><em>Still I rise</em></a>, remove my shoes, and dare to dance a poet’s dance in the sacred ground of your footprints.</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Many thanks to Letitia Johnson and Vada Wells who prompted me to write this “tribute.” I appreciate your support more than you know. Special thanks to Mrs. Outlaw who introduced me to the poetry section of East Branch Library in Evansville, Indiana.</p>
<p>Click the highlighted links above to find the works referenced. For more information on Maya Angelou, click <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/maya-angelou" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a>!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436832014-05-27T20:00:00-04:002020-09-16T04:40:35-04:00From Hiding to Healing
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<p>A glass of sassafras tea, the hum of mosquitoes, and an audience of stars on the front porch of my parents’ house set the backdrop of my upbringing and stirred my imagination with incredible stories. No wonder I am a writer.</p>
<p>Sometimes the stories had us laughing for days. At other times the stories were the sharing of family history and elder wisdom. One of these stories was about “Aunt Loretta.” My mother told us tales of how during part of her childhood her mother’s sister lived with them for a brief time.</p>
<p>At first the stories were funny about Aunt Loretta’s free-spirited, child-like behavior and mischief. Beautiful and feisty, she was the naughty sister while my grandmother was the upright preacher’s wife.</p>
<p>As Mama continued to share, the stories were no longer funny. Aunt Loretta often babbled senselessly, misbehaved, and wandered off frequently leaving others to search frantically for her whereabouts. She continuously grieved the death of her only child and even after years never seemed to heal from it. In her latter years, she was angry, confused, and sad <span style="text-decoration:underline">always</span>.</p>
<p>My mother explained to us that night that Aunt Loretta had a mental illness and that the family cared for her as best they could. Little was known about her illness and proper care for it back in those days. Many families hid the mentally ill and refused to talk about them. Others tried their best to understand and create as “normal” a life as possible under the circumstances.</p>
<p>Mama tenderly cautioned us that night. “Just like I have shared the rest of the family medical history with you from cancer and cataracts to high blood pressure and diabetes, I want you to know about this. You need to know what is in your family medical history to treat it and prevent it if necessary.”</p>
<p>That was my introduction to mental health. It was presented as awareness and information, never shame and guilt. At an early age, I understood that it was simply a part of the equation of family and life. I was, therefore, never surprised or uncomfortable around others with varying mental and developmental challenges.</p>
<p>Years later, I worked for an organization in Atlanta that built housing communities to assist those with mental health challenges to live as self-sufficiently as possible. I remember the wise words of the executive director, “People forget that the brain is an organ just like the stomach, liver, and lungs. And just like those, they can become ill, imbalanced and need care.”</p>
<p>Most of us would seek help if our lungs were bleeding or liver and kidneys malfunctioned, but we are petrified when the mind is questionable and we must face the judgments of others.</p>
<p>In my years as an adult, on more than one occasion, I have had to question my own mental and emotional health and clarity. I’ve also had to encourage loved ones and friends to consider the same for themselves, a rebellious son/daughter, a paranoid, belligerent partner, a despondent and/or suicidal friend.</p>
<p>It’s not an easy thing to talk about or approach. It is not comfortable even for me to write this. But it is part of the life equation. It happens in our families more than we care to admit, and it will continue until we have the courage to confront it with compassion, care, and commitment.</p>
<p>From postpartum depression to bi-polar disorders and schizophrenia, I am honored to say that I know families that have tackled this brutal challenge and turned it into triumph with little meaningful victories one day at a time. I have seen their bruises heal. I have witnessed them loving more intimately and unconditionally. I have watched them grow in leaps and bounds, and I am in awe.</p>
<p>To these brave souls, I humbly congratulate and thank you for sharing your journey with me/us so that we all might grow stronger and closer knowing that we can do this <em>together. </em>You know who you are…</p>
<p>Thank you, Mama, for taking the time to arm us, your daughters, with this compassion and awareness. What a grand and progressive woman you were when so many suffered in silence and ignorance.</p>
<p>Aunt Loretta, I pray your soul is finally resting peacefully. I am inspired by your life, your story, and your boldness to be uniquely you.</p>
<p>My poetry and essay collection, <em><a href="https://www.createspace.com/4456625" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Kentucky Curdled</a>, </em>is based on another one of my family’s stories. It is also my creative offering to encourage discussion about mental health and wellness while honoring my ancestors, their tragedies, and their triumphs. Here is one reader’s review:</p>
<p><em>“Provocative, haunting and inspirational, Ms. Madison has delivered a potent concoction of soulful commentary and indigenous root medicine… I thank Ms. Madison for providing a grounded platform for discussing the silent epidemic of undiagnosed mental illness and the consequences an extreme episode can produce in the generational line. “ </em> Shyria Coleman, LMT</p>
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<p>I invite you to share in this discussion and this healing work. Please pass this post on to encourage someone or some family in need of assistance. I’d also love to hear your stories whether triumph or continuing challenges. Leave your responses and reflections below.</p>
<p>I wish you continued courage and commitment in wellness.</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. If you are interested in reading or sharing Kentucky Curdled and/or reviewing the book, I’d love to continue the conversation. Click <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4456625" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a> for more.</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436822014-05-20T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:28-05:00Short Sale
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<p>Recently while cruising the status feed on Facebook, I stumbled upon a post from a friend and colleague. She mentioned having to promote her most recent publication and her embarrassment and discomfort with doing so.</p>
<p>I immediately thought of how frustrated I get at times with marketing and promotions. The task of “branding” is often annoying to me. I was never a good marketing and promo person, ever! I even sucked at selling Girl Scout cookies! To this day when it comes to school fundraisers for my young ones whether it is candy and candles or raffle tickets, it simply is not my thing.</p>
<p>However…</p>
<p>When I decided to commit myself to my life’s work of inspiring and motivating others through my writing and other talents, I had to confront the daunting task of promoting myself. I wasn’t comfortable with that at all.</p>
<p>I was never a part of the “popular club” even as a youth. My mother skillfully cultivated modesty in her daughters. Selling ourselves and our talents was not “becoming” and “lady like” at that time.</p>
<p>Although a touch of modesty works well in the recipe for compassion and humanity, too much modesty can turn enthusiasm into the wallflower stuck in the corner who never hits the dance floor. Too much modesty keeps an innovative concept glued to the shelf to gather dust. An overdose of modesty can turn into excuses and fear withering dreams and ambition.</p>
<p>So how did I conquer my conflict with self-promotion and marketing?</p>
<p>I realized it was much being than me. That’s right! “It ain’t about you!” Or me either for that matter! We are all a part of something much grander than that!</p>
<p>Instead of focusing so much on me and comparing my “brand” to that of others, I shifted my focus to <em>what I have to offer</em>.</p>
<p>Whether it is our talent, our knowledge, our ideas and inventions, or simply our example of love and life, we come to this planet to <em>offer</em> our unique gifts to each other and the world around us.</p>
<p>When I put my ideas, my heart, my books, my image out there, I am hopefully putting my best forward and making my <em>offering</em> believing that somebody somewhere will be blessed by it.</p>
<p>And in those moments when I feel like I have put myself out there way too much or that everyone is sick of seeing my face and hearing from me, I get a confirmation email or call or response: <em>Thanks so much for posting this! I read this in tears! I read your story and it inspired me to…</em></p>
<p>Yeah, so I push past my self-consciousness and get up the next morning and do it all over again… How about you?</p>
<p>Are you selling yourself short or are you living each day honoring the value of the gifts you have to offer? It is not about how big or expensive, famous or celebrated; it is about how uniquely you your gifts are and how committed you are to cultivating and sharing them.</p>
<p>We are only here for a quick minute to to give and share with the world around us and those we love. Why not put it out there, give it up? Someone is waiting just for you!</p>
<p>So who are you and what are the gifts you have to offer? I’d love to hear from you. Bless the blog below!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436812014-05-13T20:00:00-04:002014-05-13T16:43:38-04:00Recess!!!
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<p>Yes, that’s right! The theme for this week’s TamTalk!!! is RECESS! Are you getting any?</p>
<p>I am delighted to say that within the past 7 days, I have completed the following:</p>
<p>1) My birthday celebration with family</p>
<p>2) A Teen Slam and poetry night complete with me doing the wobble with the teens</p>
<p>3) A mother’s day celebration at the Sweet Auburn Street Festival in downtown Atlanta</p>
<p>4) Field Day at my son’s school with me soaking wet in the water fight against 4<sup>th</sup> grade.</p>
<p>Was I exhausted earlier this afternoon? YES! Did I really want to or feel like participating in all the above? NO! Am I glad that I did? DEFINITELY!!!</p>
<p>Sometimes you just have to find the fresh, fun, and fab in something even when you did not plan on it. It can turn labor into luxury or a job into play time!</p>
<p>As busy as we think we are, as full as the calendar may be, as overloaded as the list always is, it is important for us to find time to play. Yes, I said PLAY!</p>
<p>Playing is essential to both the revival process and the creative process. It gives us time to laugh and breathe and relax creating that blank space on that canvas that we call a brain. That blank space makes room for new color, fresh ideas, and it helps us to take a nice long deep breath.</p>
<p>When we laugh and play from the heart, we breathe more deeply, relax muscles, and look so much better!</p>
<p>Remember when those select school systems thought that they could take recess away from the kids and add extra learning time? The theory was that recess could help student to catch up and maybe even advance in some areas.</p>
<p>In most cases, it does not work. Students get squirrely and simply lose their focus while teachers lose their minds. It is counterproductive. Those twenty minutes to scream and run and jump and chase the wind is critical to learning and growing and staying sane for teachers and students alike.</p>
<p>We are no different.</p>
<p>So when was the last time you had recess? Are you working it into your daily routine? Are you allowing a walk in the park, a dance in the middle of the living room floor, a romp with family/friends to be a part of your creative process and daily routine?</p>
<p>If not, are you cheating yourself? I challenge you to let fun be a part of your daily or weekly routine! Be creative! I’d love to hear your ideas and how recess works for you!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">It might inspire or motivate your next masterpiece! Enjoy!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As always,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Joyful,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Creative,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Be Inspired,</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Tamara</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Many thanks to <a href="http://www.steprightupphoto.com" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Step Right Up Photography</a> for the fun pic above at the Teen Poetry Slam in Atlanta!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436802014-05-06T20:00:00-04:002014-05-05T12:55:04-04:00Taking Care
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<p style="text-align: center;">Photography by Kesho</p>
<p>It’s my 51<sup>st</sup> birthday today and I am celebrating!! I was my mother’s mother’s day present in 1963! (Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas!)</p>
<p>There was a time when I shied away from sharing my age with others, but now I embrace the opportunity. I know of so many who did not live to see a 51<sup>st</sup> birthday. I am grateful for another year.</p>
<p>I decided to treat myself to some new headshots for my birthday and booked a photo shoot. I did my own makeup and planned to use natural lighting in a natural setting with a photographer that I felt would respect my choices and vision. I was still nervous to say the least.</p>
<p>The first shoot was a disaster with a botched makeup job and inappropriate lighting that made me look like a character straight out of <em>Twilight</em>. Yes, that’s what I said. I looked like a vampire, completely washed out and hungry for blood.</p>
<p>Anxious I awaited the results of the second shoot.</p>
<p>Cautiously, I gazed at the images on the screen. I saw a woman who was more mature, white hair, a few crinkles, narrowed eyes, and a big smile. I saw a woman who was older …</p>
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<p>and more beautiful than ever. I cried.</p>
<p>I cried because I know she is taking better care of herself than she has in years. She is more patient and compassionate. She judges much less and laughs a lot more. She pushes consistently and yet knows when to pause.</p>
<p>She sleeps well at night and takes naps when needed. She curbs the butter and sweets. She exercises at least 3-4 times a week when previously she didn’t even think about it. She is working on whittling down that 80 pounds that she has needed to lose for years.</p>
<p>She allows art, music, dance, poetry, literature to inspire her on a daily as she creates!</p>
<p>She is in love with herself, another, and her life. She likes what she sees in the mirror regardless of how much more work she still has to do on herself. Most of all…</p>
<p>She is delighted that she has given her own daughter something sexy, sassy, confident, adventurous, humorous, and beautiful to look forward to…</p>
<p>I am proud to say she is ME!</p>
<p>I want my soon to be 20 year old daughter to know that life, love, beauty, passion, and purpose do not stop at age 25 or 30. I want her to know that beauty radiates from the inside out with daily nurturing and commitment to positive self-development and self-expression.</p>
<p>I want her to know that 20 years old is a “spit in the bucket” and at 51, her mama is still drawing from an endless well of living water with plenty to look forward to.</p>
<p>I am poised to have the best year of my life while being the best example and inspiration for many younger women following behind me. It took me a while to get to this place. (A looooong while!)</p>
<p>Before her death after a lengthy debilitating illness at the age of 59, my mama’s mantra was, “Tamara, take care of yourself. Please take care of yourself.”</p>
<p>I’m doing it, Mama. Little by little, I’m doing it…</p>
<p>What about you?</p>
<p>Are you taking care of yourself inside and out? Are you being the best you can be (at least most days) for yourself and for those you love? Are you being creative with the changes in your body carefully making those attentive adjustments along the way? Are you allowing art or something or someone to continually inspire you along the way?</p>
<p>I would love to hear your stories of transformation!!! Share your comments, victories, and strategies below. You can also feel free to leave me a birthday wish. I’d love to find out more about who is reading this…</p>
<p>Thanks for taking this moment to celebrate with me. I appreciate it more than you know.</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. Many thanks to <a href="mailto:photographybykesho@gmail.com" data-imported="1">photographybykesho@gmail.com</a> for the pics, confirmation, and inspiration. If in need of photography, please check her out! Tell her Tamara sent you!!!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436792014-04-28T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:17-05:00Out of the Closet
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<p>Did you ever have one of those life-changing moments that backed you into a corner where you could hardly move or breathe and you had to confront someone or something? You know, one of those moments that pissed you off and scared you at the same time to the point where you wanted to walk/run away from it?</p>
<p>My moment happened a year ago at the spa…</p>
<p>I had just finished pampering myself in the hot tub, steam bath, and sauna with a wonderful scrub. While having a bite to eat with a close friend, she blew my mind with the simplest, innocent question. “So how’s your business going?”</p>
<p>The question came from out of nowhere and hit me like a lightning bolt. My first response to myself was:</p>
<p><em>What the hell? I came here to relax. DO YOU MIND? </em></p>
<p><em>What business? I don’t have a damn business! We’ve never talked about anything like that before! How dare you ask me about some business that I don’t have time for and can’t afford with everything and everyone else on my plate! Who the hell do you think you are?</em></p>
<p>My friend, my dear friend who believed in me and challenged me, pushed me out of my comfort zone, that’s who she was/is.</p>
<p>I could not understand why I was so offended and unsettled by her question. The last thing that I wanted to do was lash out irresponsibly at someone that I knew loved and cared about me. So what to do?</p>
<p>Be still…</p>
<p>I chose to take a few deep breaths and tune inward. Tears came next.</p>
<p>I finally realized the key word was “business.” I am a creative, sometimes an intellect, and even a comedian from time to time, but “business woman?” Never that. Why?</p>
<p>Challenging myself to be transparent and honest, I opened up to my friend and a river rushed forward. I realized that I had played peekaboo with myself, my talent, and my desires. Yes, I was a writer/poet/artist, but I never thought of it as a “business<em>.” </em>I <span style="text-decoration:underline">hated</span> the idea of business and promotion, never took a business class in my life! But why?</p>
<p>The idea of a “business” scared me. It meant showing up to work every day for myself whether I felt like it or not. It meant studying when I didn’t want to study. It meant believing that my art/my writing was for more than just me and worth more than I had ever dreamed. It meant me putting myself out there into the world to be judged, to be rejected, and perhaps to be received <span style="text-decoration:underline">consistently</span>…</p>
<p>It meant me coming out of hiding, out of the closet and taking new risks.</p>
<p>It may sound strange for someone who has been performing in front of hundreds (even thousands) of people at a time for years, but documenting myself on the page, promoting myself by myself as a business scared the living daylights out of me.</p>
<p>My cover was blown! It was either slip on the big girl panties and handle my business or cowardly crawl back into the closet.</p>
<p>I am excited to say that within one year I have completed a seminar, published two books, launched a website, and started “MY BUSINESS!” Yes, MY BUSINESS!</p>
<p>There are still days when my closet looks comfy and safe and inviting, but it’s too late for me to turn back. Besides, I would not fit anyway.</p>
<p>There are some tough days out here with plenty of road blocks and rejections, but then there are days when the breeze is sweet; the sun shines, and everything goes my way. Regardless, I am being more me than I’ve been in a long time.</p>
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<p>So what about you? Is there any talent, ability, commitment that you have kept tucked away in the closet? Is it screaming to come out and straining the hinges of the door?</p>
<p>Care to join me?</p>
<p>I would love to get your reflections, comments, feedback below. I hope to hear from you soon!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436782014-04-21T20:00:00-04:002014-04-22T15:55:29-04:00Second Opinion
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<p>Years ago while pursuing my undergraduate degree as a hungry young writer, I approached the Teaching Assistant in my English Class about a conference to discuss my writing outside of class assignments. After perusing the poems that I submitted to her, she looked at me and simply stated, “What you are writing here, this is not poetry.” She continued to emphasize that I had no talent in writing. Bottom line, according to her I needed to try something else.</p>
<p>As an aspiring writer still in my late teens, I was crushed by one who was supposed to be a role model. When sharing the experience with another mentor, he suggested that I take my writing to the visiting author who was lecturing on the campus, <a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/authors/12807/Joyce_Carol_Thomas/index.aspx" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Poet Joyce Carol Thomas</a>.</p>
<p>After spending a bit more time with my manuscripts, Ms. Thomas replied, “Keep writing. Write every day.” She did not pet or soothe or stroke my bruised ego. She simply made it clear to me that I was onto something budding and developing, something worthwhile, that I simply needed to nurture it.</p>
<p>I am grateful to say that I have been writing ever since. I endeavor as Ms. Thomas advised to write at least something every day.</p>
<p>What if I had listened to the first opinion and let it be my guide, my demise? What if I had internalized someone else’s aesthetics or lack of vision or whatever?</p>
<p>I would never have dared to discover more of my talent, my skill, my art, myself…</p>
<p>I would never have published poems and stories. I would not have traveled to the many places I’ve been or met many of the people that I’ve met or shared the stories and experiences that I’ve lived because of my writing which took me there.</p>
<p>I wouldn’t even be writing to you now.</p>
<p>I am celebrating 20+ years as a professional writer and poet, and I am so very grateful. I am celebrating the self-development and self-discovery through this amazing gift. I am celebrating all that I have accomplished and encountered on this amazing journey of writing. It’s National Poetry Month. I am a poet and proud of it, thankful for it.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/authors/12807/Joyce_Carol_Thomas/index.aspx" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Poet Joyce Carol Thomas</a>, I am grateful for your words of motivation and inspiration. I am delighted and humbled to say that I am still writing and loving every minute of it…</p>
<p>So I ask you, “Is there anything that you might need a second opinion on? Is there any place or anything in your life where you may be giving up too soon and need to hang on a little longer? Is there someone else that you need to ask even if that someone is deep inside of you?”</p>
<p>Here’s to the magic and the beauty of a second opinion. I am glad that I got mine! I pray you get yours too! Care to share? Leave your reflections below. I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436772014-04-15T20:00:00-04:002014-04-16T03:17:44-04:00Remembering your Power!
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<p>This morning was a tough one for me. It has been a tough few weeks with the passing of a dearest friend after a tragic accident and 6-week coma as just one of the challenges. Sometimes it just feels hard to make sense out of some things. Sometimes we simply don’t get the answers. Sometimes when we get the answers, they don’t bring us the peace we had hoped for.</p>
<p>So this morning felt leather tough and cold. I started to go back to bed. I almost didn’t open the curtains or answer the phone. I started to call in. I started to sit this one out. After all, didn’t I deserve it?</p>
<p>Then I remembered my power…</p>
<p>I smiled anyway.</p>
<p>My smile made my mind go blank for just a moment. My smile soothed my soul for just a bit. My smile made me notice that after a cloudy 30 degrees this morning in the middle of April, the sun decided to come out anyway. My smile reminded me of all the people and things that I have left to love and nurture.</p>
<p>My smile reminded me that I have lived to see yet another spring full of life, blossom, and beauty.</p>
<p>My smile will not bring back a loved one. My smile will not resolve my issues or pay the bills, but it definitely makes it easier to take a step forward. Besides I look so much better when I smile, and it is great yoga for my face!</p>
<p>I watched the video below 3 times this morning and cried and smiled the whole time. The song is not at all new. Many of the faces were familiar. (The tear in Jill Scott’s eye was priceless.) But I needed this reminder to fuel my day.</p>
<p>I am up and ready to go now, ready to greet the treasures and challenges of whatever this day holds.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing this moment with me.</p>
<p>I hope this video reminds you of your power and the beauty of your own smile… Give it a shot! Let me know what you think!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">(Click the image below!)</p>
<p><a title="Smile" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8SPwT3nQZ8" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/7b8426b801f9997839265bb729fd47cdb27bd9f6/original/animated-smile-color.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MTEyeDE3NCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="174" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="112" /></a></p>
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<p>I'd love to hear from you! Leave your response to the blog below! Share with family, friends, and fellow artists! Keep the positive flow going!!!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436762014-03-24T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:09-05:00Grace
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<p>Yesterday was one of those days that I had planned to a “T!” I awoke on time. I got my youngest to school early. I ate a healthy breakfast. I made it to Zumba class and danced my heart out! I handled business and paperwork, answered emails promptly. I arranged transportation and planned appropriately<em>. </em>I ate well, left coffee alone. I was in the highest of spirits because I had a grand evening planned to debut a new workshop at a bookstore where I had just done a reading last week that was enthusiastically received! Then…</p>
<p>All hell broke loose…</p>
<p>The cab that I had called and reserved at 3:00 pm for 6:00 pm to arrive at the event in a timely manner simply did not show up. The dispatcher basically jerked me around for an hour, leading me on that the cab would be here any minute or that the driver would call. I could not find any other cab company to serve my area. By this time, it was far too late to take the public transportation that would have gotten me relatively close with a decent little walk after the drop off. The cab driver finally called an hour and 20 minutes after the scheduled time asking me if I needed a cab. Really?</p>
<p>I had been looking forward to this event for weeks. Not only was I going to facilitate the workshop, but it was going to be a special little treat for me too! Ten people were present for the workshop that someone else had to facilitate in my absence because I did not make it there.</p>
<p>I lost it…</p>
<p>In all my years of doing this, I have NEVER experienced anything like this. I did everything right, EVERYTHING I could possibly think of RIGHT to plan and move professionally, promptly, and effectively, but it did not work this time. I felt mortified, embarrassed, powerless, and pissed to say the very least.</p>
<p>I cried; I cussed; I fussed. What the hell was supposed to be the lesson in all of this? What could I have possibly done wrong or done any better than today?</p>
<p>Somewhere after a glass of wine and a bit of quiet time, I remembered: <em>grace…</em></p>
<p>Of its many meanings, Merriam-Webster lists the following a bit later down the list:</p>
<p>1) Ease and suppleness of movement or bearing</p>
<p>2) The quality or state of being considerate or thoughtful</p>
<p>It was a moment where I believed all was in my favor, and when that did not prove to be the case, I broke and acted out a bit. Well, maybe more than a bit…</p>
<p>I lost sight of the fact that a lot had been going my way rather smoothly for quite some time. Perhaps things were moving a bit slower than I desired but they were still going my way. Suddenly in a moment where I least expected it, the rug was pulled from beneath my feet, and I clumsily landed on my bottom. Nothing appeared to be in my control…</p>
<p>Not even my own attitude…</p>
<p>I acted like a spoiled child who does not get that favorite lollipop from the candy store and threw a temper tantrum right in the middle of the floor. It was a grown-up, stylish acting out well-deserved, but it was a of a tantrum nonetheless.</p>
<p>I forgot to be conscious and grateful of all that had been going my way for quite some time.</p>
<p>I missed a moment to show passion, poise, and <em>grace.</em> As mature and balanced as I think I am. I was caught off guard.</p>
<p align="center">*****</p>
<p>Today is a new day, a new chance to try all over again. Today I choose to move gracefully and harmoniously as best I can with all that goes my way and even the things that don’t. I choose to observe myself, my thoughts, my reactions more carefully and tune them to frequency of poise and grace.</p>
<p>Funny, I used to hear elders use an expression, “God ain’t through with me yet…”</p>
<p>As clever as that may sound, it is critical that <em>we not be through with ourselves… </em>and commit ourselves to continual growth and expansion.</p>
<p>For me, it is quite simple: <em>If a body, a plant is not growing, it is dying; there is no in between.</em></p>
<p>Today, I choose new growth, life and being positively sprung in this new spring! How about you?</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. Many thanks to Adrienne and <a href="http://lovehealth-addiction.com/services/individual-therapy/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Sulonda</a> for the inspiration to write this post! </p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436752014-03-18T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:23:07-05:00Pissed and Purple!
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<p style="text-align: center;">“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.” <br> ― <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7380.Alice_Walker" data-imported="1">Alice Walker</a>, <em><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3300573" data-imported="1">The Color Purple</a></em></p>
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<p>That is absolutely one of my favorite quotes of all time! I loved it in the book and love it every time I see the scene in the movie: two women strolling through a field of purple flowers dancing in the breeze, two women marveling at the beauty around them in spite of the harshness of their years and experiences.</p>
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<p>It’s that time again. Buds are blooming. Flowers are blossoming. A faint fragrance of sweetness floats on the air. The greening has begun. Have you taken the time to notice?</p>
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<p>It’s been a trippy road to spring this year. Just when we think we have seen the last frost or snowflake or dip to 20 something degrees, it happens all over again. Is that perhaps because nature is pissed and is demanding our attention?</p>
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<p>In spite of the harshness around us from personal struggles to family challenges to the grotesque and grim of the daily news, beauty is abounding all around us. Perhaps it is the bird chirping his little heart out outside the window or the silk worm dangling before our eyes like a trapeze artist, or maybe the leaves budding on the branch waving for our attention.</p>
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<p>Health, beauty, grace, and strength are blessing us with examples all around reminding us of what is yet possible.</p>
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<p>The first day of spring is tomorrow. Before the blaze of summer strikes, take a moment to notice her, admire her, listen to the lessons she may have to share. She may have a special gift waiting just for you…</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436742014-01-27T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:23:03-05:00Why Poetry?
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<p>I’ve loved poetry since my childhood. I remember the day when I found myself “fitting in,” not to any of the popular clubs at school or on the block, but in a book of poems. That book spoke my questions, my rage, my joy in my language.</p>
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<p>I still remember my old neighborhood library and the local librarian, Mrs. Carolyn Outlaw, who helped me to discover my sanctuary, the poetry section. Poetry was a safe place where I could vent, rebel, and resist safely without failing school, getting pregnant, or running from the cops. The poems did not judge me; they listened and reflected, even taught me a thing or two without scolding. Poetry was my hangout, where I knew I “belonged.” Like the cheerleader’s pompoms, the athlete’s letter, the scholar’s awards, poetry was and earned badge of honor.</p>
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<p>That honor is challenged these days with poets and poetry as entertainment and fodder for mockery. There are numerous stereotypes and spoofs from live stages to YouTube. Even Saturday Night Live has a quirky reappearing character as a visiting poet mentoring at-risk teens in the classroom. Beyond the cultured open mic and campuses of academia, it’s hard sometimes to remember to take poetry seriously…</p>
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<p>The poem/poetry still works its magic on a daily basis. It resounds from the pulpit to soothe lost souls and floods the pages of holy books. Poetry is still one of the most popular teaching tools in the classroom (across curriculum and subjects) when other pedagogical attempts fail. Poetry is the quick tuck-in at night when the parent has little time for another chapter of Harry Potter. And yes, the particular poem is often where the outcast will find himself at home.</p>
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<p><em>How could we forget?</em></p>
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<p>Poetry makes the most engaging lyrics, touching love letters, and successful pick-up lines. Poetry adds that extra special touch to any ceremony, ritual, birthday/anniversary card. Poetry adds that extra something that most find difficult to put into words.</p>
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<p><em>Have we forgotten?<br></em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Some of the greatest novelists, composers, filmmakers, painters, and thinkers of all time have also been poets. While a great novel/film can transport us to another adventurous place and time, a great poem can catapult us into multiple dimensions.</p>
<p> </p>
<p><em>We must remember…</em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>There are countries and cultures that build shrines and monuments to their poets in town squares and revere them as national treasures. Even in the 21<sup>st</sup> century, there are places in the world where in times of war and revolution, it is the poet who is the first censored, silenced, eliminated, body found floating in the river with his vocal chords removed, never to poet/sing again*…</p>
<p> </p>
<p><em>Why?</em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>The poet often has the most keen pulse on the people, sings the soul of his people, and knows how to move them deeply to laughter, to tears, to love, to revolution…</p>
<p> </p>
<p><em>Let us hold sacred… </em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Poetry is the song of the soul, words painting pictures painting beyond a thousand words. Great poetry is meditation, medicine, and magic. Our lives are the richer because of it. Our human experience on this earth is a more passionate imprint because of it.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Whether we acknowledge it or not, we simply would not be the same without it.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am honored and humbled to be a Poet.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>*Rest in peace and poetry, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/27/ibrahim-qashoush-syria-protests_n_911284.html" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Ibrahim Qashoush</a>.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436732014-01-20T19:00:00-05:002014-01-21T10:39:40-05:00HELP WANTED!!!
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<p>I am cranking up the volume of my work and my outreach and could use your help! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am giving away FREE DOWNLOADS for a limited time of my fiction, poetry, and poetry audio books! Yes, I said free! In return, I would love to have your free HONEST REVIEW of the work! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Why give my work away? Great question! I wrestled with the idea of that for a bit. I asked myself if giving my work away meant that I felt it did not have value or that I was desperate. I also asked myself if not giving it away meant that my ego was a bit inflated. Hmmmm…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>After mulling over the issue a bit, I finally decided that these stories were worth telling and sharing. That’s why I wrote them in the first place. I believe that there is medicine, miracle, and motivation in them. I believe a great story can teach, uplift, and inspire. I believe we come here to experience, form, and share our stories.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>So this is my way of sharing the “magic of story” with you.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>There is no cost or obligation to you at all. Simply click the link, download the book and leave your HONEST REVIEW of the book. You will also be entered to win a hard copy of the book for free! I’d love to hear from you and welcome your feedback.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Remember the offer is for a limited time, for poetry lovers, click <a href="http://storycartel.com/books/715/kentucky-curdled/" data-imported="1">here</a> now! Fiction fans, should click <a href="http://storycartel.com/books/714/collard-county-a-collection-of-short-stories/" data-imported="1">here</a>! Of course, you can always have the best of both worlds and click both!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>This is a really big step for me, <em>seriously</em>. Thanks for helping me take this journey!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Many thanks!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. For the new wave audiophiles, click <a href="http://tamarajmadison.com/free/kentucky_curdled2/" data-imported="1">here</a> for the audiobook version. Directions are on the site! Thanks again!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436722014-01-14T19:00:00-05:002014-01-14T12:32:19-05:00R3
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<p>I am blessed to say that I closed the year and opened the year RIGHT! </p>
<p>Instead of getting caught up in the holiday madness with feasts and fixin’s from the mall, I spent more quality time with family and treated myself to a retreat. That’s right, a RETREAT!</p>
<p>After diving into the business of branding and publishing and such, my creative juices were low. I quenched my thirst at The Watering Hole, (no pun intended) a poetry writing retreat in South Carolina. For one weekend, I submerged myself in poets and poetry near the lake and towering palm and moss trees.</p>
<p>It fed my soul… </p>
<p>Many thanks to my cabin mates, poets Lorraine Currelley and Felecia Stokes, photographer who captured the pic above! Kudos to Monifa and Candace, founders of The Watering Hole, who had a vision and manifested it with a quality quickness and commitment.</p>
<p>Thanks also to the amazing facilitators (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0974635332/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0974635332&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Tyehimba Jess</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0981920888/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0981920888&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Lita Hooper</a>, and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0983934622/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0983934622&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Remica Bigham-Risher</a>) who challenged us and encouraged us to raise the bar of craft while daring to speak the unspeakable through the magic of our artistry. (If you have not heard of these poets/authors, stay tuned!) </p>
<p>These shook my soul…</p>
<p>It was the charge that I needed to close the old year and open the new one with a healthy balance between work and play, business and creativity, concrete and nature. I have not started a year like this in years.</p>
<p>I did not allow myself to get caught in the hype of the holiday giving beyond my means or giving until I gave out to the satisfaction of those around me. I remembered to give to others AND to myself as well. It worked wonders! I feel charged and ready for the challenges and treasures of the New Year.</p>
<p>That’s the thing! We MUST include ourselves in the giving/loving/celebrating equation on a daily and regular basis. It helps us to stay focused, nurture our gifts and talents, and manifest our hearts’ desires!</p>
<p>So what’s popping so far in your 2014? Did you remember to include yourself in the blessings and giving and fun of the holidays? Did you remember to retreat, rest, and revive (R<sup>3)</sup> for the start of the year?</p>
<p>If not, it’s not too late at all. We’re just getting started! You still have time to prime yourself for the greatest you in 2014! This is the year to make it happen!</p>
<p>Stay tuned for more updates and motivation!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0974635332/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0974635332&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Leadbelly</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0981920888/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0981920888&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Thunder in her Voice</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0983934622/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0983934622&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">What We Ask of the Flesh</a>… </em>Curious??? Clink the links to find what the buzz and the magic is about!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436712013-12-10T19:00:00-05:002013-12-10T10:02:00-05:00Living Masterpiece
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<p>This week the world begins celebrating the life and legacy of Elder Madiba (Nelson) Mandela. I cried like crazy the day I found out and could not understand why. I did not know this man personally. I never met him in person. I have never been to South Africa, but I cried like a baby.</p>
<p>I tried to describe to a friend exactly how it was affecting me. I felt awkward and a bit silly about it all until finally that friend helped me to understand by saying, “He’s been with you, a part of your life, your whole life. He represents struggle, perseverance, and change.”</p>
<p>I allowed her words to sink in and soon began to remember my days in college during the protest. I also recalled watching Elder Mandela walk out of prison after more than 20 years as I stood holding/nursing my first born son in my arms. I even connected him to the struggles and injustice within my personal and family history.</p>
<p>Yes, she was right. He had been a positive and powerful imprint with me my whole adult life.</p>
<p>What I love most about the life of Elder Mandela is the fact that to me he made his entire life his masterpiece inspiring and motivating those around him. There is no one speech or act or movement that pinpoints him. He devoted his entire life around what he believed in with discipline, focus, humor, and passion while facing horrific circumstances.</p>
<p>That has been my most creative project lately. I want my greatest and most notable work to be my entire life, not a book or a poem or a stage piece or YouTube moment. I am working daily on being a living masterpiece for myself and for those that I love and touch on a daily basis.</p>
<p>Being a living masterpiece means that I am present in the moment and wide open to the infinite possibilities of creating and co-creating. I am continually sculpting, molding, writing, dancing, singing, and painting from that infinite treasure chest called my soul…</p>
<p>As a living masterpiece, I take full responsibility to nourish and nurture my talent, intellect, and creativity. I even take care of my body as the treasure that it is.</p>
<p>Consciously living as a masterpiece, I positively inspire and motivate others by the energy that exudes from my very presence not just from the words that flow from my mouth or the passion in my poems. As a living masterpiece, I move the soul and transcend boundaries of language, culture, and history.</p>
<p>Some days are much better than others. Some days I feel as though I have failed. Some days I feel too tired to bother.</p>
<p>On those days when I think that I am too tired, I am blessed to be reminded of those examples who never tired, who surrendered their lives as a living masterpiece that I might be blessed to be what I am and do all that I do right now.</p>
<p>To my elders and ancestors (known and unknown) who dared to live and learn and liberate despite the threats of death, I thank you.</p>
<p>To those bright lights of inspiration that burned so fiercely and so quickly and left us so much before being snuffed out, I thank you.</p>
<p>To every teacher and mentor and example who has laid hands on my life, my mind, my heart, I thank you…</p>
<p>And so today, I write, live, love, learn, create, and add another chapter to my living masterpiece. I pray that you are diligently working on your own as well. Thanks for taking the time to share this TamTalk!!! with me. I hope to hear from you soon!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. In honor of Light Workers and Freedom Fighters around the world of every kind, I have a new poem on the site. Enjoy and share! Click <a href="/poetry" target="_blank" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">here</a>!</p>
<p>P.S. S. Thanks, Poet Sonia/Aminah Love, for being the inspiration for this newsletter!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436702013-12-03T19:00:00-05:002013-12-03T15:26:11-05:00Creative Gifting
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<p>Happy Hump Day and Happy Holidays!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>It’s that time again! It’s that time when many of us start thinking about how to show others how much they mean to us and how/why we appreciate them. For others, it’s that time to crash the stores and cyber markets to find the biggest deals and run up the tabs. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>How about something different this year for the holidays? How about breaking a bit from tradition and giving a bit more <em>creatively</em>?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Think about those you love and then go on an adventure to find that rare and beautiful thing or experience that reminds you most of them. </p>
<ul>
<li>A favorite book?</li>
<li>A vintage album?</li>
<li>A rare craft or piece of art that motivates and inspires?</li>
<li>A very special getaway at that secluded bed and breakfast spot with that unique museum just blocks away?</li>
</ul>
<p>There are endless <em>creative</em> ways for us to “gift” one another and show our appreciation! We must remember that there is life beyond gadgetry and techdom! (Yes, I am a poet. I made that word up on purpose!)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>While on your shopping sprees and treasure hunts, be mindful of supporting the artists and artisans who inspire you and keep <span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span> motivated throughout the year. Many of us have friends and family who cater, make health and body products, publish books, record albums, build, paint, sculpt, create gorgeous baskets… The list goes on.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How about sponsoring a marketplace at your place? Invite friends over for coffee or eggnog and treats and have fellow artists present their baked goods, wares, crafts, etc. for purchase, barter or swap? It’s the perfect time to gather and invest in ourselves!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Why not use our community of resources for the holidays just like we might use Macy’s or JC Penny? That way we support the entrepreneurs and businesses we appreciate while gifting others we love as well.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am delighted to say that while browsing the sites and stores, I will also be supporting my creative community with my dollar and “sense” while firing up the oven and my pen to create some exquisite gifts with my very own heart and hands!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What’s <span style="text-decoration:underline">your</span> plan? How will your gifts be as creative and personalized as they are personal? Share your ideas with us! Leave a link to a great site for personal and creative gifts on the below! We’ve got 21 days and counting! Enjoy the holiday journey! </p>
<p>I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. For those of you interested in giving the gift of poetry or a feisty fiction collection for a creative gift, I would love for you to share my work! For a limited time use discount code <strong>C5LKPXSX</strong> for a <strong>20% discount</strong> on paperback editions found on my site <a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com/" data-imported="1">here</a>! Remember discounts are for a limited time and limited number! Many thanks and Happy Holidays!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436692013-11-19T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:22:54-05:00Beyond Words
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<p>Did you ever sweat bullets and work your heart out to find the perfect gift for someone hoping that she would cherish it as much as you cherish her and love it with all her might. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Did you have visions of her ripping open the paper and tossing the bow to grab it and hug it close to her heart with squeals of delight like it was the most amazing thing ever?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Well, what if she opened it, looked, and said, “Why thank you!” and then simply placed it to the side hardly looking at it again. How would you feel? Would it hurt? Would it make you feel as though your time was wasted or like you had chosen poorly?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I mean, she said, “Thank you.” Isn’t it enough to simply show good manners and lip service? </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Know it is not, not at all. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Being grateful is much more than lip service and social graces. It is how we respect and appreciate the gift and the giver. It is how we take care of the gift and nurture. It is how we share the gift with others and give back.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>So what about our being grateful?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>We are given precious bodies that are absolute magic even in our sleep. Is it enough to say thank you in our prayers and neglect them?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>We are each given amazing talents and abilities. Is it enough to simply acknowledge them and then toss them aside without nurturing them and growing them so that we might bless others with them?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Most of us acknowledge that something greater than us made us, blessed us with these incredible bodies and gifts and talents. Most of us take the time to “give thanks” in word or prayer from time to time. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>But it is simple lip service if we do not take the time to cherish and nurture the gifts that we are born to be.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Being thankful for who we are and what we have means that we care for our bodies like they are precious gifts.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Being thankful for our talents means that we nurture and grow them. We study. We practice. We rehearse. We use them on a daily basis with devotion and commitment, and we bless others with them.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Being thankful means that we breathe and blink with grateful consciousness knowing that it might just be the very last time. We are not afraid; we are wise and use our time, body and abilities wisely.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As our national Thanksgiving draws near, and we begin to reflect on all that we are grateful for, let us remember to include our precious selves as one of those gifts. Let our thankfulness move beyond words and become our every thought and deed.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How will you take the time to be grateful for who and what and all that you are on a daily basis with your actions? Share with us on the below! Leave your comments! Your ideas might bless someone else! I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436682013-11-12T19:00:00-05:002013-11-12T09:32:39-05:00Mirror Feast
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<p>Did you notice the mirror here? When was the last time you took a long, luscious look in the mirror?</p>
<p>Recently I stumbled upon the term “mirror fast” while surfing the net and reading articles about body image. A “mirror fast” is when a person abstains from looking in the mirror for a period of time to curb judging him/herself too harshly. </p>
<p>You know those moments when we look in the mirror and decide what is too big or too small or too flat or too round or too wrinkled, too dark, too light, too… The list is endless.</p>
<p>It’s important to take a break from the mirror especially for those who have struggled with weight, body image, and eating disorders. But at times, we also need the balance and blessing of a “mirror feast.”</p>
<p>Yes, I said a “mirror feast.” You know those moments when you allow yourself to completely indulge and savor. And no, I am not talking about Thanksgiving festivities with all its goodies and gourmet.</p>
<p>I’m talking about feasting your eyes upon the beauty and lusciousness of <span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span>.</p>
<p>When was the last time you looked at your hands and/or feet and gave thanks for all the hard work they do on your behalf even without a decent massage or anointing of aromatic oil?</p>
<p>When was the last time you wrapped your arms around yourself grateful for the spontaneous magic that is your immune system or organs that work diligently on your behalf even in your sleep?</p>
<p>When was the last time that you gazed in the mirror without assessing what you don’t like to simply marvel at the wonder of <span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span> like a child staring in the mirror for the first time?</p>
<p>Our bodies are continually changing and diligently functioning without our appreciation far too often. So…</p>
<p>I challenge you to do a “mirror feast!” Yep, and I plan to do one myself! Here’s the plan:</p>
<p>1) Create some time to spend in the mirror looking at yourself when no one else is home or at least when you will be completely undisturbed for at least 15 minutes.</p>
<p>2) Observe your thoughts, your breath pattern and feelings while before the mirror. Don’t try to change anything. Just listen and observe.</p>
<p>3) Stay in the mirror until your mind is quiet, blank, relaxed. Take the moment to just be…</p>
<p>4) Observe how you feel, what you see, and make note of it.</p>
<p>It may take a few tries before you can get to that quiet mind space to soak up your reflection and savor it. That’s completely okay.</p>
<p>If you are hesitant about the exercise, try looking at your favorite part of your body. Maybe it’s your elbow or navel or your chin. Take the time to think about what your body would be like without it and be grateful for it.</p>
<p>Bless yourself in your own special, personal way!</p>
<p>For those of you who are gutsy enough, follow the same steps above in a full-length mirror without a strip on. Yes, I said butt-naked!</p>
<p>How long can you stand it? Can you manage to stay there long enough to smile, laugh, cry and maybe fall in love with yourself all over again? </p>
<p>Before we erase those extra pounds, dye that hair, rub the creams, hit the gym, etc., we must love and bless ourselves right where we are. That way we can be loving in our transformations instead of fearful or overly critical.</p>
<p>Of course, the more we love and appreciate ourselves unconditionally, the easier it is for others to love and appreciate us because we set the example for how we need to be treated and handled. It also makes the journey much more enjoyable!</p>
<p>So how about it? Are you in need of some of your own attention?</p>
<p>I posted some fun “body-image” <a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">poems</a> for your pleasure (and entertainment)! It’s my way of celebrating myself and encouraging you to do the same! Let me know what you think.</p>
<p>By the way, I am buying a full length mirror tomorrow to have my Godiva celebration this week.</p>
<p>How about you? I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436672013-11-05T19:00:00-05:002020-01-22T04:22:48-05:00PUSH!!!
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<p>I really don’t feel like doing TamTalk!!! this morning. I don’t. I don’t feel like writing at all or handling a number of tasks and responsibilities that are on the agenda for the day. I just don’t.</p>
<p>I’d prefer to be curled up in bed listening to the music of ocean waves at the beach house while my personal chef is preparing an outrageously delicious breakfast that will be served on a tray to me in bed with the most amazing mug of steaming hot coffee that I have ever tasted.</p>
<p>After breakfast, I will curl up with my favorite book until my masseuse arrives for my treatment soothing every ache I have ever felt. Later, a nap…</p>
<p>That’s what I feel like doing at the moment, but as you can see I am writing to you anyway. I am. I’m writing to you because TamTalk!!! is more than about how I feel in the moment.</p>
<p>It is about how I want to feel later in the day and the rest of the week reflecting on what I have accomplished with the amount of time, talent, and energy I have been given.</p>
<p>It is about how I will feel when someone drops me an email or leaves their response on the blog to tell me how motivated they were by this week’s newsletter.</p>
<p>Even more important is the commitment that I made to myself to exercise and nurture my gifts to the best of my ability. I also made a commitment to use my gifts to inform and inspire others.</p>
<p>So… I write this morning.</p>
<p>In moments like this, I think of that damn Nike commercial, “JUST DO IT!” Remember that advertising campaign with the athletes running and jumping and shooting and batting and sweating and grunting and straining and stretching?</p>
<p>None of that was about how they felt the morning they woke up before practice or a workout. It was all about them pushing themselves to the limit to discover their capabilities and how they wanted to feel at the end of the competition.</p>
<p>All too often we get caught up in the moment of how we feel in the moment forgetting that moment will soon pass and we will have either used it wisely and productively or not.</p>
<p>Caught up in such moments we question: <em>How long will it take? Do I really have the time to do this? Will it really pay off? Where do I begin? Do I really feel like doing this now? Maybe I can start next week…</em></p>
<p>Before we know it, the time that we used to question and procrastinate could have been the same time that we used to simply “JUST DO IT!”</p>
<p>Today, I choose to be a professional, not because I am being paid to do this, but because I made a commitment to do it, and I am nurturing myself and honing my skills in the process. I choose to be a professional and use this time wisely, grateful for it and my talents as a writer/poet, etc.</p>
<p>My coffee is almost gone. I didn’t make it to the beach and won’t have that massage or breakfast in bed, but I DID IT! Thirty minutes and 700 words later, I have pushed past my resistance. I feel better already…</p>
<p>How are YOU feeling today?</p>
<p>Are you remembering to let your feelings be your guide to propel you forward, not your deterrent to hold you back!</p>
<p>If you’re straddling the fence, struggling about whether to dive in head first or go full speed ahead, remember to:</p>
<ul>
<li>Acknowledge how you feel and own it in this moment.</li>
<li>Decide how you want to feel an hour, a day, a week from now.</li>
<li>Define the steps you need to take, the moves you need to make to get to how you want to feel and where you want to be.</li>
<li>JUST DO IT and fine tune as you go</li>
<li>Remember being grateful all along the journey makes it that much sweeter!</li>
</ul>
<p>Let me know how the day goes and what you thought of this issue of TamTalk!!! Leave a post below! I will be waiting to hear from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. If you are looking for more to motivate you and help you with a bit of self-coaching, check out Steven Pressfield’s book, <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1936891034/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1936891034&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Turning Pro</a></em>. I loved it, and it was a tremendous help to me! Let me know what you think!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436662013-10-29T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:45-05:00Bless Them
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<p>Yesterday I was honored to celebrate the 23<sup>rd</sup> birthday of my first born! YES! We were blessed to have a little time to just hang out at a favorite restaurant and ice cream parlor.</p>
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<p>While delighting in the celebration, my heart silently ached because I thought of the many mothers and fathers that would not get to see their child’s next birthday. Headlines in the news are filled with such stories daily.</p>
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<p>I can think of 4 mothers immediately that I know have lost their sons to tragedies, sickness, murder, and mystery. Off and on over the past 24 hours, I have literally cried for them and with them. I too have lost a child.</p>
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<p>My heart aches not just because of the life lost but because of the life we forget to remember. Often we hold on to the injustice and unfairness of losing a loved one. Consumed by the loss, we forget to celebrate the LIFE and become the walking dead in our obsession.</p>
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<p>We must remember while mourning the loss of our loved ones to <span style="text-decoration:underline">celebrate the lives they lived</span>. Joyfully honoring the memories of our deceased loved ones heals us and gives us the strength to continue living and thriving while carrying the best of them with us.</p>
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<p>During the summer, I read two books surrounding the life of Emmett Till. One book, <span style="text-decoration:underline">A Wreath for Emmett Till</span> by Marilyn Nelson, was a beautiful crown sonnet written in honor of the youth who was so brutally murdered in Mississippi, 1955. The other book, a fiction novel by Bernice McFadden (<span style="text-decoration:underline">A Gathering of Waters</span>), surrounds the life of the young boy and a little girl who loved him shortly before his death.</p>
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<p>The latter made me wonder more about his life and what he was like as a youth. In contrast to the many responses to Emmett Till’s death, I chose to embrace his life, his innocence, his playfulness and beauty in my writing.</p>
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<p>That writing soon became, “<a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">Till Poem</a>,” a prayer and praise poem for the many lost sons and mourning mothers that I knew.</p>
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<p>Often we forget that these parents, even though their children have physically departed, are still parents. We hesitate to tell them happy mother’s day or father’s day or recall their departed child’s birthday and such for fear of bringing up uncomfortable memories.</p>
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<p>We forget or neglect to bless them and honor them with our remembrance: a kind word, a funny story, a picture, a card, a prayer…</p>
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<p>Take the time today to let a mourning mother/father know that you remember. Read, “<a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">Till Poem</a>” and by all means, please share it with someone whose heart needs to be lifted and remembered.</p>
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<p>I welcome your prayers, blessings and reflections below. </p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S.</p>
<p>The pic above is my first born circa 1997. I hope his smile makes you smile! Thanks for spending this moment with me.</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436652013-10-22T20:00:00-04:002013-10-22T04:28:12-04:00What's your story?
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<p>Do you remember your favorite childhood story? Was it a family story from one of your grandparents, a special holiday memory, or a fairy tale?</p>
<p>One of my favorites was Cinderella. I still remember watching the Rogers & Hammerstein original musical version that aired on television starring Lesley Ann Warren. Years later, I watched the remake with Brandy and Whitney Houston along with my daughter.</p>
<p>As a child, I was mesmerized by the idea of this handsome Prince Charming coming along to save Cinderella and rescue her from her inconsiderate stepmother and stepsisters. As I grew older, I realized that Prince Charming either didn’t exist or simply wasn’t showing up fast enough. I had to make my own moves.</p>
<p>Years later, I saw my reflection all over again as my daughter slowly turned starry-eyed at the myth and magic of the story and that charming, handsome Prince (then played by the very handsome Paolo Montalban). I decided that I would not allow her to fall for the hype!</p>
<p>I watched Cinderella as a parent with new eyes. I paid closer attention to the Fairy Godmother and her words of wisdom not just her magic wand. Although she came with the glitz and glamor to remake Cinderella for the ball, she urged the lonely, lowly young woman to re-write her story.</p>
<p>She prompted Cinderella to know her worth, honor her own desires, and assert herself to be more than the quaint little doormat and “ash girl” that everyone walked on and exploited. </p>
<p>Remember the musical number, “Impossible things are happening ever day?” Fairy Godmother was urging Cinderella to reach for the impossible and make it happen with her own magic and power!</p>
<p>Fairy tales and myths are not as far-fetched as we might think. Even with ogres, wicked witches, and dragons, they play out themes and struggles of everyday human experience. </p>
<p>We all have our own stories that we cling to as part of our personal identity and experience. Think about it! If your life were to flash before your eyes right now, what would be your story?</p>
<p>Are you the hero/heroine or the villain/villainess? Are you a major character in the movie of your life that you and everyone else recognize or are you simply a prop waiting in the corner for someone to notice you?</p>
<p>One of the things that I love about being a writer is REVISION. Yes, a lot of people hate the idea of editing and revision, but it’s the amazing power to shape and rearrange and cut and paste and color and shade and… whatever I want the story to be because I am the creator/author/writer/poet of the story.</p>
<p>It’s the same in our <span style="text-decoration:underline">life</span> stories! We have the power to write and re-write our stories however we want!</p>
<p>Changing our stories is our continual growth and development of who we are, what we desire and accomplish, and who we touch along the way. It does not have to be myth, make believe, or mask. It simply is our willingness and courage to do something different to create the story we really want.</p>
<p>Is your story serving you? Does it motivate and inspire you and others around you? Do you take pride and joy in sharing it? If not, it’s time for a re-write!!!</p>
<p>What will you do to edit, revise, change and create the life story that reflects your heart’s desires with you in it as a principle, positive player? </p>
<p>Even if you already have a story that you love, what new magic can you add to the beauty and power of your story?</p>
<p>What re-write will you make <span style="text-decoration:underline">today</span>? Share it with us below! We’ll be waiting to hear from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. For your playful viewing pleasure, click <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd0fuaD-OwE" data-imported="1">here</a> for a message from your fairy godmother! Have fun!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436642013-10-12T20:00:00-04:002014-02-06T05:24:17-05:00Kentucky Curdled 3-D Release!
<p>My latest offering <em>Kentucky Curdled</em> a collection of poetry and essay based on a family story is now available in <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4456625" target="_blank" data-imported="1">paperback</a>, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FN7LJXM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00FN7LJXM&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Kindle</a>, and <a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/tamarajmadison" target="_blank" data-imported="1">audiobook</a>!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.createspace.com/4456625" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/194065e654773eec954bc989358d115c7b810c13/original/kentucky-curdled-cover-for-kindle-copy.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDQ0NyJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="447" width="300" /></a></p>
<p><br> With vibrant characters, powerful story, and provocative imagery, <em>Kentucky Curdled</em> is a poetic sequence unveiling the story of a tragedy in a small rural community. Each of the persona poems is a character (human or other) that shares his reflections and responses to the death of a young community member.</p>
<p>The story is timely and contemporary raising questions of how to make peace in times of senseless crime and violence, often without the luxury of answers and "justice."<br> <br> <em>Kentucky Curdled</em> is the perfect blend of poetry, spoken word, performance, and audio book making it enticing for poetry, fiction and spoken word audiences.<br> <br> <em>Kentucky Curdled</em> is my offering to create a sacred space to mourn and celebrate the lives and the challenges of those who came before us, suffered and survived that we might arrive. <br> <br> It is my prayer that this work will inspire healing and positive discussions about women's health, mental health, and the pain of ancestry.</p>
<p>The paperback and Kindle versions include added poetry and a very intimate essay about the creative process of the work. The audiobook includes creative sound effects and design for a raw yet enhanced listening experience.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/tamarajmadison" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/6850bd1f31616435250a42d52503726d686538da/original/kentucky-curdled-cover.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MjAweDIwMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="200" width="200" /></a></p>
<p>To take a peek inside the book, click <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00FN7LJXM/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00FN7LJXM&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a>! To hear audio excerpts and see reviews, see <a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/tamarajmadison" target="_blank" data-imported="1">this</a>!</p>
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<h1>UPDATES & FOLLOW-UPS ON <em>Kentucky Curdled!</em>
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<p>WANT MORE INFO? <em>Kentucky Curdled</em> was featured in a lively discussion on the DuEwa Frazier Radio Show! Click the image below to hear the podcast!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/duewafraziershow/2013/10/20/interview-with-poet-and-author-tamara-madison" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/305911635a3165f5da4e9e0bdbc8f34a15312056/original/microphone-2.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MTIweDg5Il0%3D.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="89" width="120" /></a></p>
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<p><em>Women's Quarterly Conversations</em> also highlights <em> Kentucky Curdled </em>in a stimulating conversation on ancestry and the consequences of race past and present. Click the image below to find the blog!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://womensquarterlyconversation.com/2014/01/03/profiles-in-poetics-tamara-j-madison/" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/b004d95e444bd5a0a676fb9c5225fd90bd27b84d/original/in-discussion-color.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MTIweDEyMCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="120" width="120" /></a></p>
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<p>JOIN THE CONVERSATION! I welcome feedback and would love to start a discussion on this work! Leave your comments on the blog and share your reflections for me and others! I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436632013-10-11T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:35-05:00Visiting Valencia College
<p>Kudos to Prof. Deyon Williams and the amazing creative writing students of Valencia College in sunny Orlando, Florida!</p>
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<p>Students from Prof. Williams' creative writing course joined me in a writing workshop on creativity and revision. We had a BLAST! </p>
<p>The students were passionately engaged in writing and discussion in a hands-on exercise. I was inspired by their participation and sharing of ideas! Together we created a "found poem" of sorts with contributions from everyone in the class! Even Prof. Williams became an "honorary student" in the workshop that day!</p>
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<p align="center">(Prof. Deyon Williams - Valencia College)</p>
<p>Students from various classes and organizations later joined us for a book signing and reading featuring my newest release, <a href="https://www.createspace.com/4456625" target="_blank" data-imported="1"><span style="text-decoration:underline">Kentucky Curdled</span></a>. Many thanks to the students that blessed the mic reading from their own work that afternoon including Prof. Williams who "blew up the mic" with a special praise poem!</p>
<p>The featured reading was followed by a thoughtful Q&A inspired by the students about the writing process. Many had never attended a literary event prior to that evening and were inspired to seek other similar events.</p>
<p>The evening was well attended with a full house and attendees from various departments around the campus! Special thanks to Amanda, Jahlanie, Sharon, Peyton, Sebasthian, and all others for your assistance and participation during this event! I hope to visit with you in the future!</p>
<p align="center"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/e32a4c6664854073967100f79f242cc58e50ef92/original/valencia-tam-deyon-3.jpeg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAxeDIzOCJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="238" width="301" /> </p>
<p>Check this site soon for video clips from the event! In the meantime, KEEP CREATING!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436622013-10-08T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:30-05:00Loving the Let Go!
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<p>Have you noticed the chill in the air, the leaves slightly turning, some just starting to let go of their branches? Whether we are ready for it or not, the season is turning and coming on strong. </p>
<p>I was driving Sunday afternoon and just happened to notice even though I was sleeveless and still in sandals. It was one of those smooth, easy moments where I could easily say, “I am loving my life right about now!”</p>
<p>Seemingly out of nowhere I had one of those “flashback-life-before-my-eyes” moments. It was not a life/death thing at all. It was more of a “look-where- you’ve-been” kind of moment.</p>
<p>I began to think of all the break-ups that I had experienced in my life, those times when someone or something let me go. I thought that I would never get over some of them. </p>
<p>I had flashbacks over those tearful moments that I thought would never end: the first love at 16, my college sweetheart, “the one” after college who I knew would choose me as the father of his 4 sons, my first marriage…</p>
<p>I remembered sobbing over toilet bowls, sleepless nights, brooding, questioning, and even breaking out in ringworms. <em>Why couldn’t we stay together? Why did he have to leave? Why did I have to leave? What if I had…</em></p>
<p>The list was endless at that time. But on this particular Sunday, I smiled confidently aware of the clarity of it all. <em>If they had not let me go, I would not be living the life that I love right now. I would not be loving the life, the person that I love right now. I would not be loved the way that I am loved right now!</em></p>
<p>I laughed to myself and was instantly grateful for every boyfriend, lover, temporary distraction, etc. who had ever let me go or who I had to release. I released that it was all worth it and part of the growth that leads me to who I am and what I do and how much I love it right now!</p>
<p>I then thought of other people and situations and reasons to “love the let go:”</p>
<ul>
<li>The university that did not hire me for the fellowship.</li>
<li>The publishers who refused my work.</li>
<li>The college that no longer had classes available for me to teach.</li>
<li>The audition that did not get a callback.</li>
</ul>
<p>I would not have the vision, time, or energy to do the things that I do right now if any of the above had accepted or “kept me” instead of letting me go. And yes, I love what I do, how I do, who I am, and where I am in my life right now!</p>
<p>It’s funny how rejection and release can feel like the end of the world with everything you are and are connected to crumbling down all around you. Interestingly though, that death just might be the birth of something new and even more wonderful. That destruction may clear the path for something new to be built or painted on your life canvas.</p>
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<p>Take a moment to watch a tree and its leaves, how powerfully she stands in her moment of letting go, her leaves gracefully dance on the winds of release.</p>
<p>Are you “loving the let go?” Are you easily releasing and allowing yourself to be released to something, someone new? Are you gracefully riding the waves of change and reconfiguration trusting that something, someone warm and wonderful is on the way?</p>
<p>Have you been thankful for those who for whatever reason released you, helped you grow, made you stronger, freed you up for something/someone just as wonderful if not more so?</p>
<p>Take <span style="text-decoration:underline">your</span> moment, make your move! I’ll be waiting to hear from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. I posted a love poem, “Disappearing Act,” on the site about the love of my life! I wouldn’t have it/him without “loving the let go!” You can find the poem <a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">here</a>! Tell me what you think!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436612013-10-01T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:29-05:00War Goddess
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<p>TamTalk!!! Vol. 1, Issue 14</p>
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<p>Hmmmm,</p>
<p>This one is for our daughters and baby sisters who are watching our every move while making their own decisions and charting their own paths! </p>
<p>I wrote the first draft of this poem when my daughter was 2 years old. That’s her in the pic featured here already determined and armed with her own ideas and gifts! She is now 19 blazing her own path and trail with a fierceness that I admire and that inspires me. </p>
<p>I pray that I reflect that same fierceness blessed with a love and grace that she too admires. The poem says the rest:</p>
<p><strong>Daughter, War Goddess,</strong></p>
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<p>eyes, molasses pools</p>
<p>fishing mine,</p>
<p>although you came ready-made, know that</p>
<p>I, your servant,</p>
<p>will pull the thread</p>
<p>from the very last horizon</p>
<p>and weave elegant mail</p>
<p>to gird you.</p>
<p>I will melt stars,</p>
<p>hammer for hours your shield.</p>
<p>With these mouths of mine,</p>
<p>I, ju woman,</p>
<p>will break bread of stone,</p>
<p>swallow the moon full,</p>
<p>drink a river rushing</p>
<p>and sop blood with a biscuit</p>
<p>for you.</p>
<p>With mortal arms, feeble hands, and wilting fingers,</p>
<p>I will reach beyond the bowels of time,</p>
<p>bring forth your sword.</p>
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<p>Earth Daughter,</p>
<p>even as an old woman,</p>
<p>I, ever pregnant with laughter,</p>
<p>surrounded by striplings</p>
<p>showering seeds</p>
<p>upon my whirling garden,</p>
<p>shall dance along the beach’s edge</p>
<p>gathering shells and bones,</p>
<p>casting psalms upon the waters.</p>
<p>I shall dance along that beach’s edge</p>
<p>in praise of your victory infinite. @ 2013, Tamara J. Madison</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How do you inspire your daughter(s)? How does she inspire you? Have you let her know lately? You just might want to share this poem with her!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436602013-09-24T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:24-05:00Breaking Your Holding Pattern
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<p>Do you ever feel like you’re a rat running in a wheel with the same old routine every day that you just never seem to get out of?</p>
<p>Several years ago while in grad school, one of my instructors sent me an evaluation on my writing that included the following comment, “While you have made some progress with your work here, I don’t think you have done anything yet to surprise yourself.”</p>
<p>I was stunned and speechless. I also felt naked. Later I was even pissed! Then I allowed my ego to soften…</p>
<p>More than angry and offended, I was surprised that my instructor had seen through me. She was right. My life for the past few years as a wife and mom and teacher and administrator, etc. was far too predictable and my creative work was reflecting it.</p>
<p>I felt like a plane stuck in a holding pattern hovering over some unknown territory that just might be new and exciting, but I could not seem to get myself there. </p>
<p>All this was happening smack dab in the midst of spring with everything blooming and blossoming and fragrant while I felt worn and withered and stuck.</p>
<p>Not knowing how or where to move, I wrote the following poem:</p>
<p><strong>Easter:</strong></p>
<p> </p>
<p>dewless grass,</p>
<p>balding dogwoods,</p>
<p>limp lilies,</p>
<p>sterile bunnies stuffed </p>
<p>with corner store chocolates</p>
<p>and tattooed eggs.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>how? to chart new territory at 45</p>
<p>when all i can see is the charted,</p>
<p>the me i’ve all ready been and done overtime</p>
<p>crumpled shells of used breasts,</p>
<p>remnants of tattered apron</p>
<p>strewn about my feet bound</p>
<p>for somewhere i am struggling to remember</p>
<p>to long for, the spring of my life</p>
<p>compass rusted, needle arthritic,</p>
<p>my shoulder, blue-black bruised,</p>
<p>the stone to roll away. @ 2013, Tamara J. Madison</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Yeah, not at all fun or fruitful! I felt rusted and used like I had given my life away to everyone else but myself. </p>
<p>Upon returning to my studies later, I realized that I had a pretty decent draft of what could be an exciting poem. By honestly confronting myself and my surroundings and recording my findings, I had begun breaking my holding pattern!</p>
<p>Once my holding pattern was broken, I had the courage to confront and tackle a family story that had haunted me for years. The result was the flourishing of a bold new style of writing and performing for me. You can check it out <a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/tamarajmadison" data-imported="1">here</a>.</p>
<p>I am excited and grateful to say that I have not returned to that old holding pattern since.</p>
<p>So what to do when you need to break out of your own Sisyphus Cycle?</p>
<p>1) <span style="text-decoration:underline">Write it out</span>. Be brutally honest! What does you holding pattern look like, feel like?</p>
<p>2) <span style="text-decoration:underline">Do something different</span>! If you always bought grapes, buy mangoes instead!</p>
<p>3) <span style="text-decoration:underline">Stop thinking your next move to death</span>! Just MAKE YOUR MOVE! </p>
<p>4) <span style="text-decoration:underline">Take note</span> of what does and does not work for you and <span style="text-decoration:underline">act accordingly</span>.</p>
<p>5) <span style="text-decoration:underline">Trust yourself</span> to make adjustments and corrections as you go along.</p>
<p>It is not about being perfect! It is about “being your most authentic self.”</p>
<p>Remember that we are not just ethereal beings or cerebral beings; we are fleshy experiential beings as well. Feel your way through and enjoy the process!</p>
<p>What holding pattern will you break for yourself? What new territory will you boldly explore? I wish you great courage and mad fun in the journey!</p>
<p>I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436592013-09-17T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:22-05:00In Our Own Time
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<p>Okay, I'm jumping right in here and letting you know that this is a very raw, uncut version of TamTalk!!! with me writing to you in tears. Yes, I said, in tears with this lump in my throat and sniffles and me trying to breathe...</p>
<p>I don't like those damn singing competition shows. I don't like to see people and their talent/art (or lack thereof) made fun of. I don't like to see people exploited for billions of network dollars let alone for a dime. I don't like to see people pimping themselves for a prize.</p>
<p>(I told you this was raw, right?)</p>
<p>But I love those glorious moments when I see someone humbly and powerfully standing in their purpose, their calling, courageously claiming and proclaiming before anyone who cares to witness.</p>
<p>I love seeing someone who has found her niche, her groove and works it with all the blood, sweat, tears and soul that she has to give.</p>
<p>I love it when I see someone who says, "It's my time," and he moves with a noble grace and humble confidence that I can only describe as "Divine Certainty."</p>
<p>I love it when I see someone so deeply rooted in her own purpose and passion that it moves me to be even more committed to who I am and what I do and how I do it undauntingly.</p>
<p>That is <a href="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh4v4K0z6JqyqU7h0B" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Ms. Lilli McCloud</a>, a 54 year old mother of 3, grandmother of 7 who when asked where she had been for so long boldly told an audience of millions, "It just wasn't my time because I just wanted to be around the family."</p>
<p>This speaks to all of us who ever had a dream or vision no matter what color, what culture, gender, sacrifice, no matter what age we are! We all must know and move in "our own time!"</p>
<p>It may not be according to anyone else's approval, coaching, experience or even understanding. others may think that we have forgotten who we are, or are slipping/failing/lazy or afraid.</p>
<p>It doesn't matter as long as we believe and remain aware of when, "It's my time!" and embrace it and surrender with all our hearts.</p>
<p>Watching this amazing woman, mother, grandmother, songstress, stand in her power, passion and purpose with such commanding presence before the judging eyes of millions BLEW ME AWAY and BLESSED ME!</p>
<p>It also encouraged me to hold fast to my own dreams with a deep knowing and devotion.</p>
<p>So here's a little creative homework for you:</p>
<p>1) Watch the <a href="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/video.php?v=wshh4v4K0z6JqyqU7h0B" target="_blank" data-imported="1">video</a>! Observe your thoughts, feelings, heart rate, breath while watching.</p>
<p>2) Notice the little girl who shines from inside the seasoned woman who joyously jumps on the stage!!! (When was the last time you experienced that?)</p>
<p>3) Ask yourself, "What is it my time to do right here, right now in the fullness of who I am?"</p>
<p>While you are yet living and breathing, there is a time and a place for you and what you uniquely have to offer! KNOW THIS!</p>
<p>Make your move and <a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com/blog/in_our_own_time" target="_blank" data-imported="1">share</a> your reflections with us! (I already admitted. I cried TWICE!)</p>
<p>I’ll be waiting to hear from you!!!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. No new poem this week, but did you check the juicy, "<a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">Curved</a>" that was posted? I would love to have you interpretation of it! Lol! Have fun!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436582013-09-10T20:00:00-04:002013-09-10T12:31:10-04:00Flava In Ya Ear
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<p>You know how a song just pops into your head out of nowhere?</p>
<p>Yeah, well, I have been rockin’ an oldie but goodie for the past couple of weeks: Craig Mack’s, “Flava In Ya Ear!” </p>
<p>Hip hop artist, Craig Mack, wrote and performed the song in response to the lack of creativity in the hip hop community of the time. The idea was to challenge other MC’s to experiment with new rhythm, sound, and subject matter. </p>
<p>With only three notes, a kickin’ beat, and Mack’s amazing rhyme skills, the cut became an outrageous hit that remains a hip hop classic and mainstay to many fans!!!</p>
<p>The song challenges me personally as a wordsmith and gets my body rockin’ when I don’t feel like moving. It also reminds me to be mindful of who and what I am listening to, ingesting, and <em>digesting</em>.</p>
<p>Yes, I meant digest as in food. What we eat affects how we look, feel, move, sleep, think… We must be mindful, however, that it is not just our mouths that eat and <em>feed</em> us.</p>
<p>What about what we hear, see, touch, smell, think? </p>
<p>The music we listen to, the conversations we entertain, the images throughout the media, the accommodations and decorations we surround ourselves with <em>feed</em> us. They then become a part of our consciousness and affect our behavior and responses.</p>
<p>When I was a little girl, I loved ice cream. I still do from a simple vanilla twisty cake cone to exotic Oregon black berry and my favorite Chunky Monkey! I LOVE THEM, BUT my body has changed, and ice cream leaves not-so-nice after-effects!</p>
<p>Feel where I’m headed with this?</p>
<p>To remain healthy, we have to check our diets. We must make adjustments to be certain that our bodies, minds, hearts are all getting the proper nourishment.</p>
<p>Have you ever really paid attention to what you allow to play on your radio/iPod, television? Do the lyrics and dialogue match the sound/film track of the life you really desire?</p>
<p>Have you been consciously monitoring your conversations with family, friends, and co-workers? Are your interactions with others draining and exhausting or uplifting and energizing?</p>
<p>What about the books, news, articles you read or the artwork and decorations in your home? Do they inspire and motivate you or are they simply old habit and out of style for your present life?</p>
<p><em>What’s the flava in ya ear, ya mind, ya heart these days? </em>(Corny I know but couldn’t help it.)</p>
<p>Take a moment now to assess what you are taking in. Make the necessary adjustments. Monitor your response and how you feel!</p>
<p>Keep it simple and have fun with it! If whatever/whoever it is makes you feel healthier, happier, and more energetic, HAVE MORE OF IT! If it does not, cut down your intake or remove it from your diet!</p>
<p>You have the power and the right to change the diet, adjust the station, tune the frequency to the way you want your life to flow and grow!</p>
<p>I’ve put up different art work in my home that makes me smile each time I see it. I’ve also started to spend more time reading material of my own choosing and creating song lists for myself.</p>
<p>What/who will you weed out or adjust? What will you keep as is? Trial and error is the process here. Don’t be afraid to switch up a bit and change your mind!</p>
<p>Share with us on the <a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com/blog/flava_in_ya_ear" data-imported="1">blog</a>! Leave your ideas and suggestions for others!</p>
<p>As a special treat, I have also left a voluptuous poem, “Curved,” on the site for you to enjoy! Yes, I meant <em>voluptuous! </em>Read it to find out why. You can find the poem <a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">here</a>!</p>
<p>I’ll be waiting to hear from you!!!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. Many thank to those of you who responded to the memorial TamTalk!!! for my mother last week! It did my heart sooooo much good! XOXOX!</p>
<p>P.S.S. If you just happen to be an old school hip hop fan, peep Craig Mack and “Flava” here:</p>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-MLp3l2fkA" target="_blank" data-imported="1">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-MLp3l2fkA</a> ENJOY!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436572013-09-03T20:00:00-04:002020-10-17T11:37:08-04:00My Mother's Daughter
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Her smile spit-shines rainbows;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>mosquitoes hush their humming</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>just to hear her sing;</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>dusk awaits her warmth impatiently…</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Excerpt from “<a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">Libations</a>” by Tamara J. Madison</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am my mother’s daughter. </p>
<p>I clean house on Saturdays and labor weekly over a spankin’ Sunday dinner. I make luscious homemade gravy and cakes from scratch like nobody’s business while fried green tomatoes and savory sage dressing are just a few of my specialties.</p>
<p>I was raised in church and attended college just like my mother.</p>
<p>I am married, have a house full of children (my own and others), and have friends of all ages that trust me with their confidences at challenging moments. I have that quick wit and sass and love to laugh, just like my mother. </p>
<p>And yes, just like my mother, it scares me sometimes when I look at my daughter boldly making her way through life.</p>
<p>I am my mother’s daughter, through and through, but,</p>
<p>I am my own woman…</p>
<p>To my mother’s embarrassment, while still in my youth, I threw out the notion of girdles and other feminine foundations and defiantly confirmed, “My jelly is supposed to shake and breathe!” To this day, I avoid pantyhose as much as possible and abhor high heels. </p>
<p>I am more earthen in style and rough-edged at times with nappy locks and bright white hair that I refuse to dye (so far).</p>
<p>Unlike my mother, I don’t have a bacon grease can on my stove; I prefer olive and sesame oils though butter remains a staple in the fridge. Instead of my mother’s beef, pork, and potatoes, seafood, avocado, mango, and organic greens are permanent on the menu at Tam’s Café.</p>
<p>Genteel gypsy, I have lived in seven cities, 5 states, and 2 countries. I speak 2 languages not at all like my mother.</p>
<p>I graduated from college. I rarely attend church and consider my home and body to be my most sacred sanctuaries. That would have made my mother very nervous.</p>
<p>Unlike my mother’s quiet patience, I am quick tempered and quicker to cuss (though I am working on both of those). </p>
<p>I was born with a mic in my hand. I have rocked stages before thousands and have penned my passions for all to see. My mother avoided public speaking and kept many of her own passions neatly tucked away in the family cedar chest.</p>
<p>Though it scares me sometimes, when I look at my daughter, I love the thrill of the ride! I am inspired by her and learn from her every day! I encourage her to be “her very own.” My mother often worried about how “different” I was.</p>
<p>This week marks the 16-year anniversary of my mother’s death. </p>
<p>Today, I celebrate her life in me, my sister, her grandchildren and the many others she touched throughout her life as a wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, school administrator, and church secretary.</p>
<p>Today I heed my mother’s mantra whispered to me often those last few months of her life, “Take care of yourself, Tamara; just make sure that you take care of yourself.” </p>
<p>I understand her words meant for me to honor myself and take care of myself completely (body, mind and soul) as a <em>woman</em> first before taking care of all others. There simply is no other effective and healthy way to serve.</p>
<p>I also honor the dreams she tucked away and sacrificed as I embrace my own dreams and desires knowing their sacrifice is NOT required.</p>
<p>I embrace owning my mistakes and failures, victories and successes with equal attention and appreciation. I embrace my freedom and my voice in ways that my mother never could.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>Thank you, Mama, for everyt</em>hing...</p>
<p>Despite the tension and discomfort it often causes, being “our own” does not mean that we turn away from being “our mothers’ daughters.” It simply means that while we carry the legacy and wisdom of our mothers, we free ourselves to birth our hearts’ deepest desires. </p>
<p>In doing so, we ignite the fire in our sons and daughters and allow our mothers to savor that fire <em>through us</em>.</p>
<p>Thanks for reading this newsletter and for sharing this special memorial moment with me. Yes, that is my lovely mother, MariOla Martin, at the tempting age of 21 in the photo above. You can find an audio poem, “Libations” in honor of her <a href="http://tamarajmadison.com/~audio/28" data-imported="1">here</a>. </p>
<p>So what about you? How are you both your mother’s daughter/father's son and "your own" at the same time? How do you manage to honor yourself and your dreams while serving family, friends, and work?</p>
<p>It’s your turn to share! S<a href="http://tamarajmadison.com/blog/my_mothers_daughter" data-imported="1"></a>croll to the bottom to join the conversation! What you offer may be a blessing to someone else and will do my heart good.</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
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<p>P.S. I have simplified the site, added new pics, and poetry! Check it out and share it! Let me know what you think!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436472013-08-26T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:37-05:00Are You Surviving or Thriving?
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>“Volcanic swells, their bodies, these / women / these / breathing / purifying pyres…”</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Excerpt from poem by Tamara J. Madison, “<a href="/poetry" target="_blank" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">Breathe</a>” (Click and scroll to bottom)</p>
<p>If you don’t know by now, I am a sucker for a good story! I love to hear about those special moments of growth and power through adversity. You know that moment where the underdog comes shooting out from nowhere wearing a cape, soaring through the clouds? </p>
<p>Yeah, I love superheroes too! (That will be another TamTalk!!!)</p>
<p>Even better are the everyday heroes and miracles that are all around us. I recently learned of the story of three sisters (I’ll call them Verne, Betty and Vonne) who decided to “share” one sister’s breast cancer. </p>
<p>Although they lived in three different cities, the three decided that they would find a way to support and usher the youngest sister along her healing journey.</p>
<p>The eldest sister, my friend, Verne, is a fellow writer, minister, and entrepreneur. She loves nature and photography. She came up with the idea to make greeting cards with her personal words of prayer and inspiration and the lovely images from her personal photography collection.</p>
<p>For more than a year, she created and <span style="text-decoration:underline">mailed</span> one unique greeting card to both sisters <em><span style="text-decoration:underline">daily</span></em> to inspire, motivate and connect the three them. She would send the same card to both on the same day to keep them all upbeat, and “on the same positive page” to assist Vonne with her healing. </p>
<p>Here’s the bet part! The three sisters recently gathered to celebrate Vonne’s second year of survival!</p>
<p>These three amazing women/sisters were not simply struggling with cancer or trying to survive it. They found a way to <em>thrive and celebrate each day</em> despite the diagnosis, distance, and differences between them. </p>
<p>Verne used her skills/talent (writing), the messages of nature (photography) and her heart to “stand in the gap” and hold her sisters together encouraging them to hold onto the best of one another. Thanks, Verne for sharing your story with me!</p>
<p>As I write this, my heart is full over the many “sisters” and loved ones who have stood with me through my own challenges – good, bad, ugly and uglier. (smiles) You know who you are, and I thank you with all my heart.</p>
<p>Too often during times of crisis, we feel powerless because we do not have the money or expertise or experience to offer those we love who are also in pain. <em>All we really need to do is magnify and expand the power, beauty and magic of who we already are and hold on.</em></p>
<p>The challenges and tragedies are going to come whether we like it or not, whether we are ready or not. That is not always within our power. What is within our grasp though is whether we will simply weather the storm or whether we will shine as bright suns and beaming stars despite it <em>together</em>.</p>
<p>Are you merely surviving or <em><span style="text-decoration:underline">thriving</span></em>? </p>
<p>Are you heavily trudging through your daily life begrudging it alone, or are you passionately embracing each moment to the best of your ability and sharing with others? If not, when are you going to start?</p>
<p>Make your move now! Reach out to a sister, a loved one (blood-related or not) and share a part of who you already beautifully and powerfully are in support of her/him. Let the rays of your shine bless and bronze someone else!</p>
<p>WAIT! Don’t forget to share your story of inspiration or word of encouragement to inspire someone else below<a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com/blog/are_you_surviving_or_thriving" target="_blank" data-imported="1"></a>. You never know who may thrive because of your encouraging words. I’m waiting to hear from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. If TamTalk!!! is working for you, share it with someone else!</p>
<p>P.S. S. Treat yourself to the inspirational poetry and video below! Enjoy!</p>
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<p>Extras!</p>
<p>Poetry Link: <a href="/poetry" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">http://tamarajmadison.com/poetry/#sthash.9b2TWx3D.dpuf</a> </p>
<p>Video Link: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QCXr79Rkcw" data-imported="1">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QCXr79Rkcw</a></p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436562013-08-20T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:10-05:00Your Calling is Waiting
<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/395716/e9ebcfdf3d5c6da205eff48fa1eccd0fc3981dfb/original/calling-photo.jpg/!!/b%3AWyJyZXNpemU6MzAweDI4MSJd.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" alt="" height="281" width="300" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;">“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” –</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060927488/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0060927488&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"</a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">by Marianne Williamson</p>
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<p>Happy Hump Day, folks! I hope this <strong><em>TamTalk!!!</em></strong> finds you energetic and creative, as always. If not, hopefully this issue will be an inspiration to you.</p>
<p>I was blessed to stumble upon an interview with Marianne Williamson this week. She is the author of the best-seller, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0060927488?tag=skdesigns&link_code=as3&creativeASIN=0060927488&creative=373489&camp=211189" target="_blank" data-imported="1">A Return To Love</a>. If you have not read it, please put it on your priority “to do” list! It is a must read.</p>
<p>The interview was based around her new book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062205412/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0062205412&linkCode=as2&tag=tamjmad-20" target="_blank" data-imported="1">The Law of Divine Compensation: On Work, Money, and Miracles</a>. (I will be adding it to my own “to do” list.) In the interview, Williamson talks about work, money and miracles from a spiritual or metaphysical perspective. (Hang in there with me! This is going someplace worth the ride!)</p>
<p>Here’s the quote from the interview that struck me most: “You can lose a job, but you can never lose a calling.” --Marianne Williamson. (I’ve attached a link to the interview at the close of the newsletter.)</p>
<p>Hmmm, “never lose a calling…” Feel where I am going with this?</p>
<p>The quote affirms that our calling stays with us throughout our lifetime regardless of age, circumstance, profession, etc. For me, that means that the way I answer and address my calling may change, but the calling itself remains like a dearest childhood friend that is able to remain close and grow with me despite time, distance, and change.</p>
<p>So my question is this: Do you know your calling? Have you answered it? Do you treat it like a dear friend that has traveled the distance with you despite your successes, failures, and changes? If not, why?</p>
<p>If you are comfortable that you do know your calling, then when was the last time you “checked in?”</p>
<p>When we ignore and avoid the calling in our lives, we deny ourselves, our magic, our power, and our uniqueness through which we can express our greatest passions and joy and bless others around us.</p>
<p>My calling is to teach and positively inspire others to the best of my ability. The tools that I use are my writing, poetry and performance. <strong><em><span style="text-decoration:underline">TamTalk</span></em></strong>!!! is one of the ways I express and answer my calling.</p>
<p>This week my challenge to you is to reflect upon your calling like a dear old friend that you need to do some catching up with. Invite your calling over for a cup of tea! </p>
<p>Put on some music that inspires you. Dance in the middle of the floor with your calling or listen to what she has to say to you and record it in your journal, on your computer, in your heart. She’s been missing you… </p>
<p>Make your move <span style="text-decoration:underline">now</span>! Trust and enjoy the process! Share your below with us, so we can be inspired by your journey! I personally would <span style="text-decoration:underline">love</span> to hear from you! And don’t forget to peep the Williamson interview in the link below!</p>
<p>If <strong><em>TamTalk</em></strong>!!! is working for you, share it with family, friends, and fellow artists!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. I am considering making <strong><em>TamTalk</em></strong>!!! a weekly newsletter instead of bi-monthly. Any suggestions? I welcome your feedback and critique in a direct message <a href="/contact" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">here</a>! Bring it on, and many thanks!</p>
<p>P.S.S. For the interview with Marianne Williamson by Marie Forleo, click <a href="http://www.marieforleo.com/2013/04/marianne-williamson/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">here</a>. Sit a spell and enjoy!!! Let me know what you think!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436552013-08-13T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:05-05:00What have you done for YOU lately?
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<p>Somewhere over the course of this week a song just popped in my head out of nowhere! I admit it was Janet Jackson’s 80’s hit, “What Have You Done for Me Lately?” (Bare with me! I know it sounds corny, but I do have a valid point with all this!)</p>
<p>With no radio, TV, or video near me, I could clearly visualize Janet dressed in black, earring in one ear only, rocking the stage! The question then soon came to me, “What have you done for <strong><span style="text-decoration:underline">you</span></strong> lately?” (Yes, you/me!)</p>
<p>So what have you done for YOU lately?</p>
<p>We spend the majority of our hours, our days, our lives working in some capacity or another for others. Many of us slave away at the job giving it much more time and energy than we had originally intended. Others get lost in the responsibility of family and our commitments to partners, children, parents, tradition, etc. </p>
<p>We even give a vast amount of our attention and energy to unwanted subliminals (TV, radio, internet, billboards, and pop-ups everywhere). All of this we do for another’s business, another’s market, another’s profit and gain, even simply another’s favor and desire.</p>
<p>But what have you done for YOU lately? </p>
<p>What do we do to enrich and bless ourselves?</p>
<p>Make no mistake! I believe in service to loved ones, community, love and life. But it is critical that our service and attention to others be balanced with our service to ourselves.</p>
<p>I’m not simply talking about that occasional walk in the park or candlelight bubble bath or ice cream treat! Sometimes we use these things as simple distractions from something else that desperately desires our attention.</p>
<p>What have you done for you in terms of your spiritual, mental, physical health lately? What have you done for the birth of your dreams and personal goals lately? What have you done to simply honor and cherish <span style="text-decoration:underline">yourself</span>?</p>
<p>Lovingly and healthily doing for ourselves gives us that “second wind” to continue to be joyfully and effectively of service to others as well as to ourselves. It helps us to show up to life with a buff and shine!</p>
<p>(Yes, I put that in there for those of you who feel guilty about doing things for yourselves!)</p>
<p>Besides all of that, how can we teach others what to do for us or even how to love us if we are not in the habit of doing it regularly for ourselves? Hmmmmm? </p>
<p>Don’t wait until next week or next month or until you have a block of hours or days!!! Do it now! Carve out at least 30 minutes to do something just for <span style="text-decoration:underline">YOU</span> today!</p>
<p>make your move! What healthy, loving, wholesome thing will you do for yourself <span style="text-decoration:underline">TODAY</span>!!! Share it on the below in the comments section!!! You may bless the rest of us with your ideas and inspiration!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. Is TamTalk!!! working for you? If so, please share with family, friends, and fellow artists! SPREAD THE WORD!!!</p>
<p>P.S.S. For the creative feature this week, peep an excerpt from a short story about a woman who literally loses parts of herself because she never does for herself? Do you see a bit of a pattern here? Check out the story excerpt <a href="/fiction" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">here</a>!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436542013-08-06T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:22:02-05:00Ssshhh! This is a quiet one...
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<p>Happy Hump Day, folks! I will make this TamTalk!!! very brief! (I’ll explain why shortly.)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Cell phones, laptops, desktops, tablets, pads, TV, cable, internet, email, blog, reports, log-ins, log-outs, satellite, billboards, magazine ads, commercials, radio, music, talkshows, earplugs, headphones, conversations, noise, Noise, and more NOISE!!! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Does any of this sound anything like your world? Well, it sounds like mine much of the time.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>When was the last time you shut it down , unplugged, detached, powered off? Can you even remember? If you can’t remember, then it is obviously not a part of your daily, weekly or even monthly health and self-maintenance plan. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Why should it be? (Just in case you asked)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Unpluggling from the world wide web wave is your opportunity to close your ears, wipe your mind and listen to your heart/soul. That’s why. How can we hear our soul’s deepest secrets and heart’s desires when there is cacophony all about us?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Do you really want that 2 for 1 meal deal you just saw on TV or those jeans on the billboard, or do you really like the song/show that is playing? If not, then take a break from the junk food that should be for an occasional treat instead of part of your daily diet. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>When we take the time to shut down the noise, turn of the devices, and tune in, we open ourselves to our own unique blend and brand of being. That is our endless well of creativity for ourselves, our relationships, our work, our art of living.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>So, I said I was going to make this brief, right? Why? Because I am going to shut it down and unplug to savor the succulence of my own sacred silence and quiet time. No extra poems, no videos, nothing but quiet for a moment…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How about you?</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. Share your reflections and ideas below about how you creatively find “quiet time” for yourself. What has been the result of it? Has it worked for you? If TamTalk!!! inspires you, share with family, friends, and fellow artists <em>quietly</em>. (Smiles)</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436462013-07-30T20:00:00-04:002013-09-02T15:03:41-04:00Poetry Saves Lives!!!
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<h2><strong>Poetry Saves Lives???</strong></h2>
<p> </p>
<p>“quiet your voices sometimes</p>
<p>so you can better hear theirs</p>
<p>do this</p>
<p>and I guarantee</p>
<p>our young people</p>
<p>they will</p>
<p>ROCK YOU!!” Excerpt from “Simon Says” by Poet <a href="http://www.theresa-davis.com" data-imported="1">Theresa Davis</a></p>
<p> </p>
<p>One by one, the youth, ages 14 – 18, took the mic and ROCKED IT at the 2013 Teen Slam Competition in Atlanta! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Poet Corey Maddox shared a poem about a young boy being molested and having the courage to tell. Poet Nubia Livermore vulnerably mourned the loss of a first love who died suddenly, and Poet Kaelin Matthews, winner of the 2012 Teen Slam Competition, delivered a heart crushing love poem that included the consequence of abortion and “no choice” for dads.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The content of the program was reflective of headlines in our daily news: a son kills a father, a minister preys upon the innocent youth of his congregation, a child is mercilessly bullied to the point of considering suicide. And yes, the list continued…</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What was most striking to me was the courage of these young people. Their words were not just enraged and indignant, but compassion poured through them. This was most obvious in their consistent camaraderie and support of one another. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Poetry brought them together as a powerful tribe. Poetry was the catalyst for their healing and growth. Poetry was the safe place for them to process and share their fears, their rage, their loss and loves. Poetry is their hope amidst the mayhem all around them.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am reminded of that disco song with the chorus, “Last night a DJ saved my life!” (Was that the disco era?) Perhaps it is poetry saving their lives. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>While we are marching, demonstrating, petitioning, legislating, debating and mourning over the lives of our young people, we must also make sure that we are LISTENING TO AND HEARING them. Perhaps the teen next door, the shy youth at church, the rough neck on the corner has no mic, no poem, no slam, no positive direction or connection. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Remember as a teen when the last person you wanted to talk to was your own parents?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I do. I also remember a “cooler,” younger, or outside person saying the same thing to me that Mom and Dad had said, and I drank every word. It made me understand my parents a bit better too. It kept me out of trouble and maybe saved my life.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The youth are speaking, screaming, singing? Are we listening? Are we saving their lives?</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. Curious about the excerpt at the beginning of this entry? Check the full poem below by Author/Poet/Educator, <a href="http://www.theresa-davis.com" data-imported="1">Theresa Davis</a> as the creative feature in this newsletter. Theresa delivered this poem at the slam mentioned above. Thanks for this, Theresa! </p>
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<p>I have also attached a YouTube link to young poet, Jared Green at the 2013 Urban Word Teen Slam Competition. You gotta’ see this!!!</p>
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<h3 class="yiv1434534025">Simon Says</h3>
<p>don't you remember that time in your life</p>
<p>when you were all arms and awkward intentions</p>
<p>aggression wrapped in a barbed-wire heart</p>
<p>when the closest you wanted to be to other people</p>
<p>was way the hell over there</p>
<p> </p>
<p>when you were minx and sass</p>
<p>teenybopper</p>
<p>borderline juvenile delinquent</p>
<p>when the closest you wanted to be to other people</p>
<p>was way the heck over there</p>
<p>your body turned battlefield</p>
<p>bones aching tonal war of vocal cords</p>
<p> </p>
<p>when you didn't know where you fit</p>
<p>but you want to so badly</p>
<p>you buried whatever you thought</p>
<p>could be held against you</p>
<p>in the backyard next to GI Joe and Barbie</p>
<p> </p>
<p>it is here</p>
<p>that I need you remember who you used to be</p>
<p>so you can fully appreciate what happens next</p>
<p> </p>
<p>for the sixth grade science teacher</p>
<p>who after a female in his class asked to be excused twice</p>
<p>during his lesson</p>
<p>felt it was appropriate to announce to her classmates</p>
<p>that it must be her time of the month</p>
<p> </p>
<p>did you know</p>
<p> </p>
<p>before that moment</p>
<p>science was her favorite subject</p>
<p>she was going to cure cancer</p>
<p>return renegade memories to Alzheimer patients</p>
<p>she can't stand science now</p>
<p>and what I think she means</p>
<p>is that she can't stand you</p>
<p>but the cause and effect of your forked tongue</p>
<p>has left her casualty </p>
<p>period</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>for the seventh grade English teacher</p>
<p>who in her infinite wisdom</p>
<p>saw fit to suspend a thirteen year old boy</p>
<p>for three days</p>
<p>because the wind blew at the wrong time</p>
<p>and things became erect</p>
<p> </p>
<p>now she doesn’t understand why he won’t talk to her</p>
<p>why he is so cautious a in her classroom turned minefield</p>
<p> </p>
<p>he is silent</p>
<p>because that is the one thing he can control</p>
<p>and since you seemed determined to punishing him</p>
<p>for the things he can't</p>
<p>why would he give you more ammunition</p>
<p>he cautious because you have turned enemy camp</p>
<p> </p>
<p>and now you wants to scream zero tolerance</p>
<p>like that’s</p>
<p>synonymous to hijack your own common sense</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I have zero tolerance policy in my classroom</p>
<p>talk during one of my tests</p>
<p>and watch me hand grenade launch your efforts</p>
<p>into the nears spherical filing receptacle</p>
<p>but in 2009, when Simon stood erect</p>
<p>slams a pencil on his desk</p>
<p>in the middle of my math test and says</p>
<p> </p>
<p><em>Ms. Theresa, I’m just saying,</em></p>
<p><em>if Freddie Mercury were alive today</em></p>
<p><em>we would not be at war with Iraq!</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p>I think three things simultaneously</p>
<p>first I think he knows who Freddie Mercury is</p>
<p>second I think his parents are awesome</p>
<p>because he know who Freddie Mercury is</p>
<p>third I think he could be right</p>
<p>who am I to punish him for his insight</p>
<p> </p>
<p>when teaching children</p>
<p>we have to remember</p>
<p>that we were once one of them</p>
<p>and shaming them about</p>
<p>the bodies they are trying to invade</p>
<p>the voices they are struggling to own</p>
<p> </p>
<p>will not win us their trust</p>
<p>it will only render us untrustworthy</p>
<p> </p>
<p>so, educators</p>
<p> </p>
<p>choose your battles</p>
<p>quiet your voices sometimes</p>
<p>so you can better hear theirs</p>
<p>do this</p>
<p>and I guarantee</p>
<p>our young people</p>
<p>they will</p>
<p>ROCK YOU!!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>@ 2013, Theresa Davis</p>
<p>Author/Poet/ Educator</p>
<p><a href="http://www.theresa-davis.com" target="_blank" data-imported="1">www.theresa-davis.com</a></p>
<p><a href="http://piratepoetshows.wix.com/simonsays" target="_blank" data-imported="1">http://piratepoetshows.wix.com/simonsays</a>. </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<h3>Jared Green at the 2013 Urban Word Teen Slam Competition!!!</h3>
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Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436532013-07-18T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:59-05:00Open letter to the black youth who cocked the gun in my son's face
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<p class="userContentWrapper uiStreamMessage">Open letter to the black youth who cocked the gun in my son's face yet allowed him to live... (I am following my heart here. Bare with me...)<br> <br> Son,<br> It has taken me forever to draft this letter to you. I have thought of it many, many times but have never begun it. Somehow in the chaos of recent events, I simply felt that I could not wait any longer.<br> <br> On that October day not too long ago, I had just wired my womb-child/first-born/eldest-son, $50. It was the last bit of what I had. I wired it to him because he wanted to attend the funeral of his childhood friend who had been brutally murdered, execution style in an ally on a Sunday afternoon while pleading for his life. <br> <br> He and my womb-child had grown up together and my son shocked and broken-hearted was desperate to make the pilgrimage to pay his respects at his memorial. The two of them had big plans upon growing up, plans that my womb-child would have to fulfill alone because his friend’s life was cut short at the tender age of 21.<br> <br> On that same day in October, my womb-child was walking through an apartment complex again in the afternoon in broad daylight. You accosted him, demanded his money, pointed a gun in his face and cocked it. Cocked a gun in his face, in his face, yet allowed him by some miracle to live. <br> <br> You walked away with his money, the money I had just wired him to attend a memorial of a fellow black youth, one of our family. You walked away with his money and left him with his life, left me with my son, my first-born/womb-man-child.<br> <br> I don’t know why you did it, but this letter is to humbly thank you for not pulling the trigger that day. This letter is also to let you know that I have thought of you often, prayed for you and your welfare, flung love into the ethers simply on your behalf.<br> <br> I also want to remind you that on that day you failed to add to the mounting statistics of black on black crime, black male incarceration, unsolved murders, etc. Although taking his money, you chose that day to spare a young black man’s life, a mother’s son, a brother/sister’s sibling, a namesake, a future filled with positive possibility and promise. <br> <br> Why do I write you? Because I am a mother-woman and you are a son and that is what we as mother-women do because we know that if we lose our wherewithal amidst this madness the planet will literally explode from its core and vomit us all into oblivion.<br> <br> I envision that moment that day in October as a turning point in your life where you will continue to break through stereotypes, profiling, prejudice, pain and anything else that seeks to bind you, break you and make you forget the brilliant being from the Divine that you truly are. If that moment was not the turning point for you, then I launch this letter into the cyber ethers, pray it lands on you, anoints you, baptizes and blesses you anyway.<br> <br> Again, son, I thank you, and I bless you.<br> Pay it forward…<br> <br> MamaTam</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436522013-07-16T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:57-05:00Reminders Amid Chaos
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<p>Happy Hump Day, folks!</p>
<p>Due to the recent events of the weekend, I have had to stray away from my editorial calendar and answer the calling of my heart. Within the past three days, I bore witness to the amazing talent and resilience of Atlanta youth by way of <a href="http://www.foxtheatre.org/campailey.aspx" target="_blank" data-imported="1">AileyCamp Atlanta</a> in an inspiring closing camp performance at the Fox Theatre on Monday, July 15<sup>th</sup>. </p>
<p>The event celebrated the accomplishments of the youth, ages 11-14, in a 6-week camp where they studied four dance disciplines (West African Dance and Percussion, Modern, Jazz, Ballet), and participated in personal development, drama and creative communication classes under the direction of Diane Sales with instructors, <a href="http://www.giwayenmata.org/about-us/artistic-director/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Omelika Kuumba</a>, Akumba Bynum-Roberson, Jelani Akil Jones, <a href="http://www.ursulainc.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Urusla Johnson,</a> Rocoe Sales, <a href="http://www.theresa-davis.com/" target="_blank" data-imported="1">Theresa Davis</a>, Joy Pigg, and<a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com/about/professionalbio" data-imported="1"> myself</a>. </p>
<p>Shout out to AileyCamp Atlanta Group Leaders: Joshua Burney, Prenecia Brooks, Jasmine Stevenson, Portia Armstrong, Joy Pigg! Thanks for all your support!!!</p>
<p>Interestingly enough, this event took place two days after the verdict of the trial the nation has been closely watching.</p>
<p>I will not rant or vent here and hope not to repeat. I simply want to offer some reminders amid the chaos to you as well as to myself. </p>
<p>1) We cannot afford to get caught in the hype and inaccuracies that toy with and provoke our emotions. There are plenty of folks putting it out there and even more drowning in its abyss.</p>
<p>2) We must remember that legislation and jurisdiction do not replace the individual work we all must do in our one-on-one relationships (with family, friends, and others known and unknown) to demonstrate the value and respect of life, all life.</p>
<p>3) Amidst our mourning and disappointment, we must remember to celebrate that life in ourselves, our elders, our youth with each day we are given with unrelenting commitment and consistency beyond any outside defamation.</p>
<p>Our children must know that they are invaluable and precious to us every day no matter what happens. Too many of them lack that knowing and certainty. In order to give it, we must first nurture it within ourselves to have enough to overflow. </p>
<p>We obviously have a lot of work to do. As always, share your reflections with others on the blog. Scroll to the bottom and look for "comments." Be sure to check the creative feature a poem from AileyCamp Atlanta youth and old-school video to inspire you.</p>
<p>Be Joyful,</p>
<p>Be Creative,</p>
<p>Be Inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>THE GIFT</strong><strong> </strong></p>
<p>a found poem from members of AileyCamp Atlanta Camp M and Camp P (Summer 2013)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Ladies and gentlemen!</p>
<p>Teachers and mentors!</p>
<p>Moms and Dads!!!</p>
<p>May we have your attention? PLEASE!!!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What you are about to open will change your life forever!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>CAUTION! Handled with care!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I don’t exist to be thrown in a corner</p>
<p>untouched and unwanted.</p>
<p>I want to be handled gently,</p>
<p>held tightly without being let go to fall.</p>
<p>Touch me with gentle soft hands;</p>
<p>handle me as if I were beautiful sand</p>
<p>slipping through your fingers.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Will you do that for me or will you turn away?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>WARNING!!! Careful when you open me. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>My wrapping paper is wrinkled, my bow, crooked.</p>
<p>Easy when you touch my bow!</p>
<p>Clear tape makes it easy to see the scars</p>
<p>and torn, ragged edges of my paper.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Open me,</p>
<p>open me slowly for you may not be ready for the prize inside.</p>
<p>Easy! You’re going to be shocked!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am bright on the outside and quiet on the inside.</p>
<p>I’m beautiful to look at but easy to bruise,</p>
<p>used as a token of love.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I’m made of glass;</p>
<p> </p>
<p> I’m fragile,</p>
<p>but It takes a lot to break me!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I’m precious, a best friend, a protector.</p>
<p>Treat me as you would treat yourself with love and care.</p>
<p>I ‘m not a bad thing, but I’m not always good.</p>
<p>It’s hard to be loved and then rejected the next day!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>More beautiful inside than out,</p>
<p>I am a rose that blooms in a dark room.</p>
<p>Only a few people really get to see</p>
<p> my rose glisten like gold.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>If you look inside yourself,</p>
<p>you’ll realize I was there all along.</p>
<p>LOOK! Look closely so you don’t miss me!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am the gift,</p>
<p>the gift of strength and power,</p>
<p>the gift that loves,</p>
<p>the gift that keeps on giving,</p>
<p>the gift that my family always wanted but never really sees</p>
<p>the gift that is waiting to be opened.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Open my eyes</p>
<p>so that my vision is clear,</p>
<p>to lead me down the right path</p>
<p>.</p>
<p>Can I really live my life to the fullest with my eyes closed?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Open my eyes</p>
<p>to see the bright side,</p>
<p>to see the blessings I have right in front of me,</p>
<p>to look away from my past and towards my future,</p>
<p>to know my future is steps ahead.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>How am I supposed to be a role model for others </p>
<p>when there’s no role model for me?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>To a new day of positivity and joy</p>
<p>to find my purpose in life</p>
<p>to see that everyone/everything </p>
<p>around me has a purpose.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>To touch.</p>
<p>to see,</p>
<p>to be,</p>
<p>to be just me,</p>
<p>to be the real me,</p>
<p>a gift,</p>
<p>open my eyes!!!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>DON'T GO YET!!! Check out the video for a lil' extra blessing, "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwGr3-r0pZo" target="_blank" data-imported="1">A Prayer</a>" by the O'Jays!!! And remember to leave your offering under comments!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436512013-07-02T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:53-05:00Family First
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<p>Several weeks ago, I took myself out on a date. I decided that it was time to whisk myself away from my daily family and work commitments to do something more creative and adventurous.</p>
<p>I ended up attending the birthday party/book signing of <a href="http://www.theresa-davis.com/" data-imported="1">Poet Theresa Davis</a>. The night included an open mic segment, the birthday poet featuring many of the audience's favorites, and a poetry slam to close the night. And yes, I am delighted to say that I tied for first place in the slam!</p>
<p>One by one, poets and spoken word artists came to the mic to celebrate their gifts, their art and their dear friend, Theresa, often with touching anecdotes and laughter to bless the evening.</p>
<p>What stood out the most for me was the sense of family and community. The honoree was there with her children sharing poems and stories of her life with them. My favorite poem of the night was, "Daughters," a fiery pledge of commitment to her daughters to love and protect them with fierceness.</p>
<p>In her latest book, <a href="http://siblingrivalrypress.com/after-this-we-go-dark-by-theresa-davis/" data-imported="1">After This We Go Dark</a> ( 2013, Sibling Rivalry Press), Theresa thanks her children, "I want to first thank... Imani, Tia, and Zion. Thank you for keeping it together through all my changes. Mommy coming out and becoming a poet in the same year..."</p>
<p>Reading that statement and witnessing its truth within the room amongst the laughter and smiles and support moved me deeply. It reminded me of how resilient children are and how willing they are to love and hold on to family in the toughest of circumstances. </p>
<p>Often amid our challenges and hurt, we forget that we are family first, disagreement, second. Too many times we allow our differences, confusion and disappointments with fellow family members to supersede and strangle our bonds. </p>
<p>It is inevitable that we will disappoint, and bruise one another in our earth journey unintentionally and even intentionally sometimes in our own hurt and frustration. It is simply a part of our humanness. None is excluded despite the best intentions, focus and discipline.</p>
<p>Remembering that we are family first and all else thereafter helps us to navigate the matrix of pain and isolation to arrive at the place of peace, belonging and purpose. Our children see us falter often and do not dismiss us as their mothers and fathers. Why do we dismiss one another as adult family and friends?</p>
<p>The idea here is not to excuse inappropriate or abusive anything, but simply to put it in its place and not allow it to be any bigger and greater than who/what we really are to each other: parents, children, siblings, family, friends, neighbors, nation, humankind...</p>
<p>How awesome would it be if nations could put being human before being a nationality, ethnicity, race, culture, history? As with climbing any daunting mountain, it starts with one step at a time, one family at a time, one relationship at a time, climbing while looking forward and upward instead of always downward and behind us.</p>
<p>Many might think this too idealistic and romantic, but a poet, a mother, a life must dream and work to manifest vision. (smile)</p>
<p>Enjoy the holiday, folks, and may we continue to celebrate and love our way through anything that seeks to divide us. I wish you healthy, supportive, thriving family and belonging where your heart most desires to be!!!</p>
<p>Share your inspiration for family and relationships in the comments section of the <a href="/blog" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">site</a>. I look forward to hearing from you!</p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p>P.S. No creative features this week! I’ll be back next week with a few extras! By the way, when was the last time you went to a poetry reading or stepped outside of your routine to treat yourself? Why wait? </p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436492013-06-18T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:47-05:00He...
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>For the disciplined mind, steel spined,</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">(Scroll to bottom for creative features)<em><br></em></p>
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<p>Cards, a new tie, cologne, tickets to his favorite game or event, perhaps a special dinner or picnic in the park… </p>
<p> </p>
<p>That is often how we celebrate the men in our lives on “Father’s Day.” It only comes once a year and then there’s his birthday. What about the rest of the days of the year?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Women have the freedom in our culture to celebrate their beauty. We tell each other with admiration, and we are even vocal about it. “Girl, you look gorgeous! You are so beautiful!” </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Most members of the man cave association do not have the same privilege. How often have you heard a man tell another man, “Man, you are really wearing those pants today; you are so beautiful to me!” Well… you know what I mean. (smiles)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>From sports shows to reality TV, the media is filled with macho, gangster, Adonis glam imagery that many praise. What about the everyday beauty of real men in our everyday lives that so often goes unnoticed?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The Guy Next Door who shovels the snow on our walk without being asked; the father who teaches his children to make Mommy breakfast in bed when it is not her birthday or Mother’s day, the coach/teacher who spends that extra time after hours without asking for a phone number; the son who rubs his mom’s feet or shoulders, the elder in the community who still takes his wife on dates and buys her flowers after 50 years?-- How often do we celebrate and compliment their beauty (inside and out)? </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Our men (young and old, related and unrelated) need to be told they are beautiful and meaningful without hidden agendas. They need to be reminded of the valuable places that they hold in our lives as support, guidance, inspiration, and motivation. And yes, sometimes simply as beautiful, living breathing works of art.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>We no longer need men to rescue us from train tracks, slay dragons, build a log cabin or even fix our cars. Many of us do these for ourselves on a daily. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>So why/how do we need them? Better yet, why/how do we <em>choose</em> them? It is important that we know this for ourselves and then remind them in our language, look and deeds.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Ladies, make your move! Let a man that has made a difference in your life, your day, your moment know that he is beautiful and meaningful.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Fella’s, know that this newsletter was especially for you and the many everyday things that you do that bless our lives!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Check the creative features below! You’ll find the rest of the praise poem, “He” (<em>For the disciplined mind, steel spined,)</em> and a link to a video featuring songstress, Heather Headley! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Let me know what you think by leaving your comments now on the <a href="/blog" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">site</a>!</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>Behind the Poem:</strong> <em>Here is my own special praise poem inspired to the men in my life who have helped me to grow and develop as a daughter, sister, friend, partner, and artist. The poem is <strong>dedicated</strong>, however, to my husband, lover, and friend. </em></p>
<p> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>He</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For the disciplined mind, steel spined,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For being a woman’s man before being “a man’s man,”</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For seeing the future in me</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">while always loving the past and present,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For the cutting tongue and quick lip you forgive,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For the calloused hands on my belly and feet,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For <span style="text-decoration:underline">all</span> the children you <span style="text-decoration:underline">raised</span>,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">the diapers you changed,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">the pavement you pound,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">the fields you tilled,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">the hearts you healed,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">the history you hold in your very bones,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">For the wholly, holy that you are…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">this poem,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">He</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;">@ 2013, Tamara J. Madison</p>
<p> </p>
<p><strong>VIDEO FEATURE: </strong>Check out songstress, Heather Headley, do her thing and remind us of what “He” really stands for…</p>
<p> </p>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chhZGflZi5E" data-imported="1">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chhZGflZi5E</a></p>
<p> </p>
<p> P.S. Remember to share your comments in the blog below! Share the site with family, friends, and fellow artists!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436502013-06-04T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:51-05:00Early bird? Worm first?
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<p style="text-align: center;"> </p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>…my heart rings</em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>hallelujah arias…</em></p>
<p> </p>
<p>(Hint: If you already received the newsletter and are looking for the creative feature, scroll to the bottom!)</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The other morning, I awoke to a symphony of birds chirping outside my window. It sounded as though there were dozens of them huddled together tweeting, chirping, tooting up a storm! </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The first thought that came to mind after to listening for a bit was the old school expression, “The early bird catches the worm.” Teachers and elders used to warn youth that those who slept late would miss out on opportunities. You know, the “snooze you lose” perspective.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I laughed to myself when I thought of the fact that these birds were not in the least trying to catch worms in their early rising. They were making music, greeting the day in a captivatingly beautiful way! Worms were later on their agenda, I’m sure but not the awakening thought and start of their day.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Why do birds sing? I imagine that it’s simply because they can. <em>They were born to do so</em>, wired that way. They are simply <em>giving the gift of</em> <em>who they are. </em> What if they sing as well because they are grateful for simply waking up and escorting the sun?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Better yet, what if we did the same? What if instead of jumping up to check emails, race the clock, make phone calls, etc. we took just a moment to explore all the things we should be thankful for before our feet hit the ground racing to be so “productive?”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Taking a moment to “praise the day” instead of simply “seize” it tunes the day in a positive way. Being grateful reminds us to be conscious and considerate and nurture what we already have before acquiring anything or anyone else. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>It also lifts our spirits and puts a little extra “swag” in our step to start the day. We smile more and send out the energy of gratefulness for others to catch and pass it on.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Our lives shift and change literally in the blink of an eye these days. Natural disasters appear out of nowhere. Loved ones of any age leave often “before their time.” Many of the things that we thought would last and anchor us for a lifetime have crumbled. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Now more than ever is the time to give thanks and praises in whatever way we are able. Launching ourselves into the day from the perspective of gratefulness for all that we are and all that we have simply makes us clearer and more aware of the infinite possibilities within us and the endless opportunities around us. The worm can wait. ..</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Take a moment to share your own “gratefulness” or how you ring in the day in your own positive and creative way. Leave your reflections on the <a href="/blog" data-imported="1" data-link-type="page">blog</a> from this newsletter. Your sharing may be that much needed blessing for another’s day. </p>
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<p>Curious about where those opening line? Scroll to the bottom to find the creative feature. I hope it makes your soul smile!</p>
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<p>As always,</p>
<p>Be joyful,</p>
<p>Be creative,</p>
<p>Be inspired,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tamara</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. Inspired or intrigued? Share with family, friends and fellow artists! Find more inspiration and updates on new releases and events at <a href="http://www.tamarajmadison.com" data-imported="1">www.tamarajmadison.com</a>. </p>
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<p><strong>Behind The Poem: </strong><em>The poem below was a special thank you or praise poem for a dear friend. In the poem, I wanted to describe the challenges and treasures of our relationship of ten plus years. We were friends, family, colleagues and fellow artists/fans of each other. He was critical to my growth as a woman/mother/partner/artist. He died rather recently. The beauty, however, is that I was able to share this very special thank you with him long <span style="text-decoration:underline">before</span> he passed. And yes, he loved it!</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>Enjoy!</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p><em>Tamara</em></p>
<p><strong> </strong></p>
<p><strong>Melisma</strong></p>
<p> </p>
<p>in the midnight ballroom of blessing</p>
<p>with resonant harp strings,</p>
<p>you have stroked my soul</p>
<p>to symphony.</p>
<p>beneath starry chandeliers,</p>
<p>my heart rings </p>
<p>hallelujah arias</p>
<p>drunken from the mint</p>
<p>julep breath we share.</p>
<p>arms poised</p>
<p>yet empty,</p>
<p>i pirouette, sweat</p>
<p>this soulful minuet.</p>
<p>gently i waltz</p>
<p>with our delicacy</p>
<p>and flirt with our in-</p>
<p>finite possibilities.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>P.S. Inspired? Intrigued? Share your own reflections and thankfulness for someone or something in your life. You never know who may be inspired by your offering! Leave a response below now!</p>
Tamara J. Madisontag:tamarajmadison.com,2005:Post/61436482013-05-23T20:00:00-04:002020-01-22T04:21:43-05:00POETRY POSTS!!!
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<p>Post poems here! Be sure to credit the author whether it is you or someone else! Click the button that says "# Comments" to add a poem or start a discussion on a poem! Treat it like a "written open mic!" </p>
<p>GET THE POETRY PARTY STARTED!!!</p>
Tamara J. Madison