The Mountain Dreamer

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The Mountain Dreamer
 
The mountain dreamer
trembles in awe
at the majesty
laid out before her
in two dimensions
on a misty morning,
the gradations
of grey and pink,
the cloudless milky sky
keeping her tethered,
still, to the sticky and
tentacled dream world
she is not quite ready
to leave behind.
She, too, casts no shadow,
her feet rest
on dewy ground,
a cow grazes nearby.
As she watches,
the mountain emerges
from the haze,
her shape etches
bold and clear against
the sky of new day.
The mountain dreamer,
still caught between
the parts of yesterday
that cling to her bones,
and the many forked trails
of her tomorrows,
lifts her gaze to the
great heights before her,
contemplating the mountain,
risen from tumult
to tower over the ground,
under the unimaginable
depths of sky,
on top of the world,
but still at the very beginning
of it all.
 
– TS
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Book Appearance!

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Hello!

I’m on a virtual bookshelf!!

Well, not me (or virtual me) personally, but my book, “Formation” has landed in great company! Check it out and while you are there, take a look at the esteemed company my poems are keeping; there’s some great stuff on Camel Saloon, and I’m so grateful to them for supporting my work over the years.

To buy “Formation”, you can go here or here!

xo

Exciting News: My Book is Released!

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Hello Everyone!

I am thrilled to be writing with a very exciting announcement …

I have written book of poetry, published by Prolific Press, and it’s just been released!

I’m so excited to formally introduce my first full published work, “Formation: Along the Ganges and Back Again”, and so grateful to Prolific Press for seeing something in my heaping manuscript of poems, and helping me make this dream of mine come true! I’m so proud to say that the book is available here:

Prolific Press’s site: http://tinyurl.com/q8zbed4
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/onw2ppr

Just to tell you a little bit about it, I thought I’d share the official synopsis!

“Formation” begins with the attempt to engage with a lost childhood through words – but ultimately, it is a search for something deeper, the mining of then and now for a love that hovers, ever elusive. The search inspired a journey eastward, where inner and outer worlds collide. In their form, content and spirit, the poems in this collection reflect the varied landscapes of Southeast Asia, India and Japan. “Formation” takes the reader into the heart of the poet’s reminiscences and passions as they mesh with the lively physical and spiritual spaces encountered.

It’s been a long road from the days these poems were scribbled in moments of passion and reflection, over chai or after days of retreat, onto just about anything from napkins, homemade journals I crafted from found paper and mosquito coil boxes (there’s nothing like creative re-purposing) and any number of journal-jewels I found along the way, mostly in Thailand, Laos, India and Japan. I’m beyond humbled and exhilarated to see years of being on the proverbial road, learning, musing and word-forming, ending up here, with this beautifully put together collection. The evolution of these scattered works into this book has been a profoundly rewarding experience in itself, and one that is very close to my heart!

I invite you to have a look at the book at either of the links above, and would be ever so grateful for your support. Prolific Press is an indie publisher who puts a whole lot of passion into the books they produce, and support for small publishers (and of course, their authors) goes a long way!

If you do buy it, and love it, and would like to review it, or have any feedback at all, please feel free to contact me. I’d love to hear from you, and every Amazon review helps to get the book out there! And if you know anyone who might be interested in poetry, travel-writing, or who might just need a book to read, please share and pass this along!

You can also find up-to-date information about the book right here as time goes on. Thank you so much for sharing in this adventure with me. It’s an exciting and heart-palpitating thing, to be baring oneself like this in such a public arena, so I’m very grateful for your support!

With love and in gratitude,

Tammy xo

xo

FREE e-book of Stories to Accompany my travel poetry book “Formation”!

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Hello!

I’m so excited about the release of my first poetry book, “Formation: Along the Ganges and Back Again”, published by Prolific Press!

“Formation” takes the reader on a geographical and spiritual journey from my childhood in Canada all the way to Southeast Asia, India and Japan, in the name of taming the mind and exploring the limits of the heart.

The poems in this collection are very much inspired by – and mostly written during – my extensive eastward travels, so I thought you might want to know a little bit more about how I came to these travels and what they were like!

As you know, I have a column on elephant journal, and have written a lot about my travels for them.

I thought I would take a few of the more relevant ones, and put them into a nice package for easy and fun reading. There are several photos in this PDF, so I hope the downloading goes okay – I sincerely hope you enjoy, and I would love any thoughts or comments you might have!

Happy reading,

Tammy x

Formation Companion Piece of Travel Stories by Tammy T. Stone

UPDATE About my Book: We Have a Cover!

Hello Everyone!

Thank you so much for your support over these last few months as I’ve gotten this blog running! I’m thrilled to announce an update about my forthcoming book with Prolific Press, Formation: Along the Ganges and Back Again. We have a cover! I love the graphics, and how the image takes me right back to the magic and wonder of the travels that inspired my collection! For information about the book, you can check here.

More information about release coming very soon!

A big literary whippeeee!

And now …

Here it is!

Cover for my new poetry book!

Cover for my new poetry book!

We love it, right?

Have a great day,

Tammy x

There’s No War in World: the fading mountain

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

The Fading Mountain

(Laos)

The new moon is a mist behind clouds but I turn to the mountains in the near distance, on the other side of the very narrow river.

There’s a small rickety bridge that crosses it and last year they were building a second bridge not far away. Now it’s done. It’s not rickety yet, like the others, but it’s flimsy so there’s a lot of promise.

Now the sky is thick like you can touch it and it’s a dress from the Victorian Age made of endless folds of velvet. I want to watch the mountains go dark the way you want to watch water boil without ever taking your eyes away from the pot.

They say a watched pot never boils, but of course that’s not true. It’ll boil as sure as the sun rises everyday (so far that’s a sure thing, until one day the sun will just run out of energy and die). I’m not sure what that expression is trying to tell us, maybe not to be impatient but just to go on with life and let the proverbial water boil on its own?

Personally, I just think we don’t have the patience to watch water boil and are afraid to see this. The mind goes elsewhere and the body follows because we’re not as in control of ourselves as we’d like to think we are. If you’ve ever tried meditating, you’ll see how difficult it is to watch your breath go in and out, in and out, with full concentration. This is mind-training, and the mind is stubborn. It wants to be anywhere else so you start thinking about the past and future, all sorts of happy and bad things, and before you know it you’re anxious and miserable and the breath has been forgotten.

How I love the mountains of Laos, their curves and shapes and strength, and I want to watch them change in the night, all night. I want to watch this water boil. There’s a large mountain covered with trees, and next to it is a series of smaller mountains, with one darker one dominating that’s also covered in trees. Above these the sky is now several intoxicating shades of blue. I look and immediately I’m back to when I was here years ago, and how I felt so protected under these nurturing mountains, and how lonely I was then.

The mountains were everything. I see again: the sky is darker, but you can still discern the varying blues of the sky. The mountains behind the darkest one have faded into the background. The large mountain next to it has become a silhouette. I missed this in the space it took for nostalgia to grow.

I hear someone start to cry. I try to find her but I can’t. I think of loneliness again and now my attention has moved away once again from the mountains, which are almost gone now. But I remember these mountains, and I’ll keep on remembering them. You can feel them even as they disappear.