collective growth

It matters to tell your story



Today, as Duke and I spend our last official day in LA and I’m loading up the car and reflecting on the past 13+ months of not only fun and travel (which is most of what I’ve posted), but also the heartache, the mis-aligned relationships, the battles with my inner demons — there are a lot of emotions coming to the surface, so that they can be released and healed once and for all.
More than anything else today, I want to remind you that it matters to speak your truth. It matters to tell your story. It matters to speak for justice. It matters to speak up for those who have no voice. This is the only way for humanity to find our way back.
But it isn’t enough just to speak. We must also do the inner emotional work of releasing our bondage to the past. Because there is a world of difference between speaking from a place of love, versus speaking from a place of fear.
And Love is the only path through which we will return to our natural state of joy and well-being. By vibrating so high that everything which is not love simply falls out of our field. This is how we will create heaven on Earth.
To our collective growth,
Tara x





You can never truly know someone’s pain until you’ve walked in their shoes.

The funny this I’ve noticed, because we live in a culture where people are so quick to wanna relate to everyone since we’re so hungry for connection, we get more consumed with telling our own story than to just listening to somebody else’s.

And allowing it to be different from our own.
You don’t have to have the same experience as someone else in order to connect with them.
Luckily total compassion doesn’t require total understanding.

It just requires the humility to know that we can never completely understand.

And to be ok with that without minimizing the other’s experience.
And most importantly, without marginalizing them. .
To our collective growth,
Tara x




Our thoughts are not all our own.

PERU 🇵🇪 It was 9 weeks ago today I went on my first plant medicine journey. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully describe the underworlds I visited — places I’ve never seen before, not even in my worst nightmares — but here’s the thing I realized. They are all worlds that exist in me, and yet they aren’t actually mine. They weren’t created by me. Although they are a part of me.
In order to explain, I’ll share with you guys something that I shared with a client last night:

I consider myself a non-believer in many ways. I mean, sure, I believe in a power greater than myself, I believe in the Universe’s mystical ways and I believe in Mother Earth as an entity in her own right.

BUT... I didn’t grow up particularly religious, and the idea of a hell/heaven dichotomy after we die always humored me more than it frightened me.
That’s not to say that the plant medicine changed any of that. It didn’t.

During my first journey, I was in an underworld within underworlds that was full of darkness, with literally no light coming through (and I mean none) for nearly 6 hours.
But that wasn’t the interesting part.

I was in SO deep, that the Spirits actually said to me — in a voice as real and audible as if I were standing behind you in line at a Starbucks making small talk about the weather: “You’re in too deep. They’ll never be able to get you back, so stop trying. You’re never getting out of here. There is no escape. So you might as well turn and face it.” Of course what they were really telling me is that I had to turn and face myself.

I share this with you to make a point. Well there are many points I could make, but I’m just gonna make the one for now . . .
The power of our collective consciousness is undeniable.
Our thoughts are not all our own.
They are part of humanity’s thoughts.
Part of humanity’s hell.
Part of humanity’s darkness.
But the dark irony is that despite this, there is still no way out — not for any of us — but through.
The day will eventually come when each of us must face ourself.
Whether we do so with grace or via chaos, that is up to us.
Indeed it might be the only thing that is truly up to us in the end. ♥️ Tara x





Thanks to my @iamcoltonwinkelman for this one ❤️
I have to say, for over 2 weeks of no caffeine and only minimal amounts of sugar (only in the form of fruit and that’s only been the past 48 hours) I can’t remember the last time I needed such little sleep w/o the use of illicit substances. .
I’m talking 3 to 5 hours a night. Perfect example, I just woke up. It’s 6:22 AM right now The last time I saw before I went to bed was 2:27 AM.
I thought being vegan brought an increase of energy and clarity (and if you haven’t tried it for yourself yet, believe me it does) but add plant medicine to the mix and you’re operating on a whole other level. .
The plants out here in the Peruvian jungle can reset and rewire your entire system, and do so in a very short amount of time. That’s obviously not all they do, it’s just one of the unintentional side effects. Don’t get me wrong, it’s uncomfortable AF, but so worth it. .
This was my last night at the retreat grounds. At 10 AM I get picked up and head to a beautiful ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ hotel here in Cusco to spend another 1-2 days integrating before flying back home to California — oh how I have missed thee! It will be so weird to be back out in civilization after nearly 2 weeks of not leaving the grounds, except for a very short walk yesterday, but I didn’t get very far because my fur baby from here ended up following me.
PS – in case you’ve forgotten to stop and tell yourself lately, you’re doing great. Remember that the point isn’t to complete the process of life. It’s to live it. Besides, it can’t be completed anyway. The point is to enjoy it. To forgive (Self) more. To love (Self) more. And to be grateful. That’s the only thing we actually have control over in the end. .
To our collective growth,
💗 Tara x


“Be careful what you ask for,” they say ...



“Be careful what you ask for,” they say.

I never did understand that.

Be careful WHY?
Because you just might get it?
Isn’t that the whole point?
To get the things we ask for?

It may be subtle, but the fear-based message is still there. The msg that you can’t really trust yourself to even ask for the right things in life.

Maybe the updated wisdom parents can teach their kids is to question WHO is doing the asking.
Like seriously, the words might be coming out of YOUR mouth, but who’s really asking for that job?

That house?

That relationship with that ONE specific person?

Who’s really asking for the life you say you want (or are actually living)? Is it your parents?
Is it society?
Your husband?
Your wife?
Your ego?

Because if it isn’t truly you, if it’s not coming from the depths of your Soul, then even if you do achieve the so-called dream, it will be someone’s else’s life . . .

Someone else’s dream.
To our collective growth,
Tara x