Day 26: Tara Pohlkotte on the Journey: A guest post

Tara Pohlkotte a friend, poet, and noticer of all things beautiful joins us to talk about rest for our journey. She is a writer who helps me see better and reading her words always feels like coming home. You can visit her at Pohlkotte Press. Take a few moments today to accept her invitation to sit, to see, to rest.


We boarded a plane.

8 hours later we landed in Paris.

When we got to our room, responsibility and worry slipped with our bags from our shoulders as we unpacked more than just our luggage that first night.

Over the course of the next few days we took in the sights, but more than that, we allowed ourselves to remain present instead of two steps ahead.  Planning only a few hours at a time, when a majority of our life is spent mapping out years, of charting our course.

We are driven, my husband and I.  We believe in the power of hard work, of dedication, and direction.  And now – we are learning the art of rest.

Of watching sun thrown shadows move across statues.

Of tossing a thousand wishes into a fountain.


Of learning lessons from the deep lines etched into the street vendors face.

Of seeing magic in the young lovers crossing us on the street.

As we move into our final year of our twenties, we are starting to see more clearly that the journey we are on is long.  A road with many turns, patches through dark so black that your soul begins to lose faith in the sun. We know our legs will burn from the hills we must climb and the weariness of seasons of unrest.  We have seen how our hearts can strain and pull as the years come, seemingly more quickly now.  We know the determination it will take to keep us together, how we must fight to remain side by side.

So for this day, we cocoon ourselves.  We let the world go on around us.  We take our cues from the trees- rooted yet active participants, nodding to people as they passed, rustling with whispers when thoughts were shared. Aware and alive while our eyes roamed the wide streets. We remained with our backs pressed into a park bench, letting the gentle wind sweep hair across my face.  Holding hands and holding still, allowing our souls to seep until brimming with the beauty around us.

Content, in this moment on our journey, to rest.

Tara Pohlkotte

Writer at Pohlkotte Press

Mother of two sweet souls.

Lover of simple beauty.

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  • Danelle

    This is so beautiful. I loved this line: “Planning only a few hours at a time, when most of our life is spent mapping out years. . ”
    You painted a beautiful picture of true rest and reflection. This is the last post I am reading this morning. You have left me feeling ready to be fully present and to leave the plans to Him.
    Love you so much. And it is nice to meet your friend over here too. I will have to subscribe and make sure to take some time for tea myself. 🙂

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      oh, Danelle – you will LOVE Kimberly. Consider this your formal introduction, i’m awful with introductions in real life, but i’m so happy to connect you two here.

      • KimberlyCoyle

        Well, thank you both for being here:) Tara, I needed to read this today. I think you wrote it just for me.

  • Beautiful capture you have conveyed on the discipline of rest. You took me to that park bench right next to you and I felt the breeze on my face. Lovely Tara.

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      oh that we could take on a park bench together. that would be so lovely. someday.

  • Christie @ Random Reflectionz

    A lovely post. I have a really hard time resting and settling down, especially in my everyday life and typical surroundings. Your words remind me that we need not travel halfway around the world to nestle in with our loved ones and just rest for a minute or two.

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      yes. i struggle with this too. you are so right. we can do it right where we are at. no trip, no special occasion. right in the ordinary…sink in deep to it.

  • pastordt

    “holding hands and holding still” – perfect. But then, your words always are. Thanks for these.

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      thank *you* for you!

  • So grateful I read your words before our trip to the playground. You helped me see glory right there on the park bench. thank you, Tara. Thank you.

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      that park bench, something so magic there. xo

  • it’s these moments, isn’t it, that connect souls? when you can communicate the depth of being fully present without saying a word. i feel our souls brush when i read these words, tara.

    are you familiar with “the music of what is happening”? your post reminded me of that story. (if you don’t know it, here’s a link, you’ll love it:

    • Tara_pohlkottepress

      always so happy when you come along side me. no! i’m not familiar, but i will be now 🙂

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  • heidi

    Gorgeous. I love that photo and this post. Again, gorgeous.

  • Tricia at Raising Humans

    So so beautiful. I know this feeling and now I’ll be looking today for moments to sit and cocoon.