Svaha ~ May a Blessing Be With You…


Tracy headshotWhen we created Tara Cronica we wanted to have a website dedicated to inspiring women to live their most authentic lives. When you spend time with your girlfriends you leave feeling empowered, in turn strengthening your female energy and the bond between you. We chose the Buddhist Goddess Arya Tara because she is the Protectress of Earthly and Spiritual Travel along the road to Enlightenment. The word Cronica is a Brazilian form of poetic writing that’s purpose is to explore the lyrical beauty in everyday happenings. When you combine the two you have female energy trying to find beauty in everyday. That is what we try to do here on Tara Cronica. We share ourselves with you hoping to form a connection that creates a bond and source of well being. It seems we need that more than ever, human connection that joins us all together as one.

I do believe that when you focus on the positive instead of the negative, change is inspired. When you use your voice you inspire change, not only within, but in others as well. We try not to focus on the negative, as it only attracts more.

I wanted to touch briefly on the tragedy that took place this week at Sandy Hook Elementary School. There were far too many young spirits taken from us. I say from ‘us’ because we are all connected by human spirit. I say young simply because of their age. The adults who died were Hero’s doing everything they could to keep our children safe. We all feel a loss when something so tragic happens in any community. My heart aches as I am sure yours does watching this tragedy unfold.

Today I feel numb. I feel deeply sad for those who suffered a loss, the children who were taken and those little spirits who will have to find a way to make sense of this in their innocent minds. We will grieve together with the world and eventually carry on but will not forget those who were taken and those who showed such courage.

Although it is hard today to see any lyrical beauty in this happening we can shift our focus on the human beings who make this sadness a little easier to swallow. Dawn Hochsprung the school Principal, Victoria Soto, a beautiful 27 year old first grade teacher, Mary Sherlach the school psychologist, Rachel Davino, Anne Marie Murphy and Lauren Rousseau. Their brave actions will always be remembered.
It is time for everyone to use their voice to create the change that is needed to help prevent another tragedy such as this. Let us not focus on the who that was behind this but why it happened and how we can prevent it from happening again.
Svaha ~ May a Blessing be with you!
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Parenting ~

Parenting is an ongoing struggle. Being a single parent is a challenge most of us wouldn’t want to face! The stereotypical single Mom is one who just gets by, has two kids, rents an apartment and gets some sort of social assistance. It’s the hardest job on the planet in my eyes. Holding it all together, while teaching your kids about life and love. There’s a reason why no one tells you the truth about how incredibly hard it is to be a parent. But it’s not because they want you to experience the same difficulties as they have, it’s because at the end of the day, it’s still worth it…no matter what you have to go through! Human beings are miracles created on earth, it’s a gift to become a parent. And to have a family is a blessing!

Not many women choose to be a single Mom, but it happens! Moms who do find themselves raising their children on their own need to remember that although they can’t give their child their entire wish list, they can give love and children would trade everything for love!

Single Dads have the same challenges, but they aren’t programmed like women are for being the care-giver, which in my opinion is even more difficult. Single Dads definitely have their work cut out for them.

Family today is anything but traditional, in most cases. What we need to remember is that our children are blank canvases, it is up to us to teach them by example. Be who you want them to respect and love. Show them acceptance and love of others. Let them see your compassion and empathy for other human beings. Teach them to give more than they take. Have the integrity they will strive for as they live and learn. Show your kids that anything is possible when the truth and honesty is present. Allow them to make mistakes and teach them that its what we do after we pick ourselves back up that matter, not what knocked us down. And most of all let them see you being true to yourself!

What I think is the most important element of family is love. When you have love you have it all. As long as your child feels loved, they will learn to give love. Kids naturally live authentically, and we as parents can learn a lot from these incredible little human beings. As parents it’s our responsibility to live truthfully and show them that whatever comes their way they have love and support from both their parents regardless of the structure of their family unit.

I can’t imagine my life without my kids, still to this day they’re the best thing I’ve ever done. You may not always be married to your husband or wife forever but your kids will always be your kids and you will always be their Mom or Dad. Being a parent, is forever and a blessing. Be the parent you want your kids to be!

I think what ever you choose, marriage, kids, or not, it’s YOUR choice to make. That’s the greatest part of life…choice!

We make choices every single day that are based on our thoughts, ‘thoughts become things…choose the good ones’ (Notes from the Universe).

Svaha ~


Live a Wild Journey to the Grave

Bonnie Johnson's PostI’m always awed by how whatever I need seems to be presented to me at just the right moment.  That is, if my eyes are open to seeing it.

I have been fighting off the doldrums lately.  I’m not sure why they’ve showed up but I am determined not to let them get a hold of me.  I was feeling this way when I came across a poem written by an Irish poet named John O’Donohue.  It’s called Beannacht which is a Gaelic word for Blessing.  (The word “currach” which is used in the poem means canoe by the way.)

By John O’Donohue

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.

His words captured my mood exactly and pulled me out of the murkiness immediately.John O'Donohue

After doing some research into the poet himself I was further uplifted.  At first saddened to discover that John O’Donohue had passed away last year at only 52. I discovered that he has written many best-selling books that I plan on devouring that will be full of little gems he wrote like “A person’s beauty is sophisticated and sacred and is far beyond image, appearance or personality.” Then I came across a video where he was speaking about the honour of being at someone’s deathbed.  (He had been an ordained Catholic priest for part of his life.)

John spoke about asking an old man who was about to die, how he felt about his life now that he was about to leave it.  He said a large smile came across the old man’s face as he replied “By Jeez, I knocked a hell of a squeeze out of it!”  The old man died satisfied with how he had lived his life to the fullest.

John went on to describe seeing other people die and how “those deathbeds were a place of the most tragic, lonesome, forsaken regret.  People who never lived the life that they desired but who postponed it and allowed themselves to be beset and contained by other people’s expectations and their own anxieties and uncertainties and always waiting for a future time to enter their lives and inhabit them and never did.  And their sad lonely eyes looked back on a life that they had squandered.”

Whoa!  I do not want to be one of those people on my deathbed.  I will not waste another day feeling blasé but instead will go out and live my life with vigour!  It reminds me of that saying I just love that goes something like this:

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body; but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, beverage of choice in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, ‘Woo hoo, what a ride.’ ”

John O’Donohue understood that and I’ll bet that’s just what he felt in his own last moments.  His words will inspire and uplift people forever.

And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.