Sunday, April 26, 2015

...4.26.15...














You wonder what it’d be
like to be loved for everything
you are & I want to take
your face in my hands
& say, You already are.
Now, you just have to
remember to feel it.
~storypeople
simply put.
you only live once?
false.
you live every day.
you only die once!
enjoy the moments.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

...4.19.15...












"There will always be chaos, be still, breathe and seek inner peace."
- Lulu Trevena

week fourteen.
a nature walk.
to gather props.
my top photo.
is an expired yucca plant pod.
i {heart} nature.
i {live} spring.
there WILL always be chaos.
but i choose to be still.
to breathe.
to seek my inner peace.
give it a try.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

...4.12.15...






you deserve a day where worries don't get in the way of anything.
a day where even if some people are insensitive or unkind,
you're not going to mind because the blessings
in your life are far greater than the burdens
that people are trying to place on you.
~stay positive~
unknown

spring is near.
i hear it in the birds chorus.
i feel it in the warmth of the sun.
i smell it in the earth.
it is well.
with my soul.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

...Be Still. week thirteen...

Dorothea Lange

When everything is moving and shifting, 
the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. 
When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. 
When the surface is wavy, 
dive deeper for quieter waters.
Kristin Armstrong

week thirteen.
i have whispered it here often.
my desire to just BE.
kim's lesson this week.
is about what our vision.
of BE'ing still.
looks like.
she offered to us.
what her stillness would look like.
the photos i've captured today.
is a big part of mine.
i can truly.
just sit.
on my porch.
in the warmth of the sun.
and watch these happy bees.
explore these tulips.
before i know it.
eighty-seven photos have been taken.
and a sense of stillness.
awakens in my soul.
boring?
mundane?
to some.
ordinary!
extraordinary!
to me.
in the chaos of life...
find what gives you the power.
to.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

...4.5.15...


 from death, comes life.




“May the resurrection power of Christ,
awake in us a greater spiritual force and strength, 
so that we can passionately pursue our God-given dreams.” 
― Lailah Gifty Akita

it is Easter.
He is Risen.
and all God's people said.
Amen.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

...BE still. week twelve...


"maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything.
maybe it's about un-becoming everything 
that really isn't you
so that you can be who you were meant
to be in the first place."
~butterfliesandpebbles

week twelve.
{pretty pastels}
i would dare say.
i am not a pastels kind of gal.
thank goodness for jellybeans.
and Coffee Shop.
Velvety Peach action.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

...3.29.15...








when we contemplate the future,
its lack of known features is often the thing
that makes us apprehensive.
but to think of the future as a yawning void is delusional:
we may not know that's going to happen,
but we can be sure that something is.
never think of the future as a desert:
it's a garden in bloom that haven't seen yet.
~1,001 ways to live in the moment

random shots.
about the house.
and one belly shot of the leaf outside.
BE'ing present.
loving the thought.
of the garden blooming.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Friday, March 27, 2015

...in an instant...












It’s an old white house, with boards on the windows. 
This cannot be, you think, but there it is, even to 
the secret way inside, by the back stairs.

Hello, you say, is anybody here? hoping someone answers, 
but already knowing there’s only you, in that long hall with its invitation of doors.

You walk slowly, pushing through the slow breathing silence, 
until you stand before the last door.

You press against it & it sticks & for an instant you
 think Oh well, I tried & then suddenly, it opens & there’s 
a familiar smell, maybe lavender, or old newspaper. There’s 
a photograph with faded ink that says With love always, 
exactly like every other time you dreamed this all the days of your life.

I can’t say for sure what it’ll be. It’s different for everyone.

But, in an instant, who you were burns to ash & all 
that remains is an unbound pillar of flame.

Later, you slowly remember there are things called words, 
though they never mean what they did before you open that door 
& return as a wild thing barely contained by your skin.
~storypeople

week eleven.
tangible art.
it is amazing.
how the universe lines up sometimes.
my daughter had a build a calendar for free online offer.
so we did.
the photos i choose.
were the "wallpaper" i did of photos from twenty fourteen.
i just received the calendar in the mail.
and then.
this week.
kim is giving gentle encouragement.
to have our photographs.
made into prints.
i love this coincidence.
i did love seeing my work in print.
my heart is smiling.
thanks kim.
just BE.
robin.