Uphill idealist

Can be a big challenge - but I’m trying to do what I can. I came across this article, From the couch to a 5k in two months I’m thinking on giving this plan a try as i tried the workout for today and I did better than I expected. If anyone would like to join me on this adventure, that would be great - the more the merrier ... and healthier! Tara

For the first time in what seems forever, I read a book in one sitting last night. I kept the light on till late, propped up the pillows and evaded sleep for a few hours to join Melinda for her freshman year in high school. The review on the cover said, " An uncanny funny book even as it plumbs the darkness, SPEAK will hold readers from first word to last. - THE HORN BOOK, starred review." They were telling the truth. This book was a birthday gift for my daughter,( who turned 15 yesterday and is a high school freshman)and I remembered that I had another copy somewhere in my books at home. It was only after reading the new copy that I searched for the other edition. I read the inscription of a now grown, once Melinda-like student that in 2004, gave me a copy of this book to read - sadly I was too distracted at the time to read it. I'm sorry that it took so long for me to get to this story. So much of Melinda's story is something we all can relate to: looking for acce...

For the Monday after Easter, when the light begins to change on the east cost - hinting at the warmth and color of spring that has already embraced San Francisco. I understand this poem on a different level after visiting San Fran. "The Changing Light" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from How to Paint Sunlight. © New Directions Publishing Corporation, 2001. The Changing Light The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden Gate to lie on the city at dawn And then the halcyon late mornings after the fog burns off and the sun paints white houses with the sea light of Greece with sharp clean shadows making the town look like...

Graphic created by Mary Walters Please stop in and see the Art Show this weekend. Come and help create some Art too! Peace, Lamont

On Palm Sunday, Jesus he enters the city on the back of a colt. People ask the question, "Who is this?" The crowd reaction to Jesus that day was dramatic, fantastic and joyous. Some people even recited scripture as Jesus entered, saying, "Hosanna to the Son of David!" "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Hosanna in the highest!" Who was Jesus to the people of Jerusalem? Some simply knew where Jesus was from – Nazareth in Galilee. Some considered him to be a Prophet. They expected this Rabbi, teacher, prophet, and leader to be the one to save them from the daily grind. They simply wanted Jesus to save them from their discontent. " People think they need more money, but that’s not it. Or they think they need more self-worth. That isn't it either. Too many people let circumstances determine their lives, and so fail lasting happiness. What people lack is knowledge of the God who can liberate them from their fate-from th...

Here are the lyric to my new song "Blind". Go for a listen of the first cut demo at Tara Lamont Music. Let me know your thoughts... Knocking on the door. Revealing so much more. Pull the curtain away, letting in - the light of day. Altered views of circumstance, keep me frozen and afraid. Hazy vision makes it hard to see, the person that you made. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see. Knocking on my door. Shine your light once more. Fire up in me. Make me whole, complete. Sunlight squinting, used to dark. Never seen the light of day. Push the shutters of my heart - Open all the way. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see. Blind but now I see, you touched my blind eyes and now I see.

It could be all my focus has been on the story of Lazarus lately or it could be that lent and all it's metaphors of desert and water are taking front seat in my minds eye. I feel as it I'm moving towards something that I've missed and needed. I'm traveling. The last month has been filled with many challenges, surprises, joys and celebrations. My husband has just completed his Masters in Spiritual Formation, I have one last paper to write and my BA program will be complete. I've also experienced people challenging my faith as well as people supporting my beliefs and efforts. It has been a great encouragement to have people inquiring on how to help and participate in my work by providing support and resources to make training possibilities actual realities. My hope and experience with my surrounding humanity has been a bit of a mixed bag of experience, emotion and expectation. In the midst of all this 'mix', I find that I've been traveling through renewal ...