Sunday, January 25, 2015

...1.25.15...




Someday, I hope you
have a child fall asleep
on your chest & in that
moment, with the soft
whisper of their breath
against your skin, I hope
you’ll find the place
you’ve been looking for,
without any effort at all,
right there in your chest
where your child sleeps.
~storypeople

the weekends.
are for.
spending time.
in those ordinary moments.
doing that something.
that.
you.
love.
and making it extraordinary.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

...1.18.15...




things you might want to know about magic


The most important thing to know is simple: magic is real. There are lots of books out now that have magic in them. A lot of people think they are fiction. Except when you read them, something deep inside you stirs. Like a little spark or an ember. Or a bright hummingbird that suddenly wakes & darts up into the quiet dark & starts to hum.

Magic has been quietly waiting for a long time for us to stop being so busy with our shiny things made of metal & glass & wires & electricity. It has been waiting for us to wake up & see that we’re already where we always wanted to be. That we’re already home.

A lot of people get confused about Life because when they were young, something happened that hurt. Maybe it was someone who made fun of their hair. Or the color of their skin. Or the number of freckles they had. Or they were too skinny. Or too fat.

But there are worse things than that when you are young. The worst thing is when you have adults around you that forget that children are there to remind us the magic is real, that innocence is one of the things that’s big enough to create the world all over again every day, bigger & brighter every time. When you have adults around you who forget that, they do mean & stupid things that can hurt for your whole life.

When you have a hurt like that, it’s easy to get confused about Life because instead of playing the game called Trust Love & Adventure & Magic, you start playing another game called Stop the Hurt.

You start doing things that stop the hurt, like gathering people around you who would never, ever do anything that even reminds you of the hurt. Or worse, you start hurting other people first because hurt people leave you alone. That’s the biggest problem with hurt: you think if you can get enough alone, the hurt will stop. Because it was people who made it hurt to begin with. Funny how that works. The only real way for hurt to stop is to be with people who hear you say It hurts & they hold you & kiss you & put Bactine & a band-aid on it & they maybe make you a grilled cheese sandwich with some animal crackers & they tell you the truth: everyone hurts sometimes because being alive is not an exact science & we bump into each other because we’re not looking & we’re so busy not looking that we miss the thing that’s right in front of us the whole time: every human being on the planet, every dog & every cat, every cow & fish & flower, maybe even every rock & all the pieces of dust under your bed, everything is alive. Everything is here to love being alive & to love every other thing that’s alive.

Have you ever seen the way a small child squats down in the grass & talks to the bugs & the twigs & the ants going about their own business? The way they’ll dance & sing songs to the wind? If you could stop for even a minute from your busy & serious life & listen with every cell of your body, you would understand again every song that child is singing.

I say ‘again’ because you already know. You just forget for awhile. Try it. Stop for a minute. Not just any way of stopping, but a special way of stopping. Like this: close your eyes. (Oh, wait a minute. First, read all of this & then close your eyes. Otherwise, you’ll have to keep opening them & it’ll never work.)

When you finally do close your eyes, here’s what you’re NOT going to do:

1. You’re not going to work hard at it.

2. You’re not going to do it exactly like I say, because there’s going to be someone who’s going to show up to help you out. This could be a favorite relative, or a saint. Or Divine Mother. Or that old guy with the smiling eyes who sits outside of the liquor store who sees everything. Just welcome them & listen to what they say, because they’re here to help. Follow them, because they know the shortcut for you.

3. You’re not going to watch your breathing. That’s so boring & you’ll just get frustrated & when you’re frustrated, nothing happens. (Note: the reason nothing ever happens when you’re frustrated is that you’re so involved with being frustrated that you forget that what you’re here to do is listen with every cell of your body.)

4. You’re not going to argue with me. You’re not going to tell me things like this’ll never work. Or science has proven magic doesn’t exist. Or even something like How can you be so sure? I can be so sure, because I can do it & if you can’t & you’d like to learn, it might make sense to stop arguing. If you want to argue, go right ahead. But don’t mind me if I ignore you & go on filling my world with magic & love every moment of my life.

Here’s what you ARE going to do. It’s actually quite simple:

1. Close your eyes.

2. Remember your favorite place. This doesn’t have to be real. I have a favorite place that’s a field of grass & a mountain & a counter with an endless supply of treats & there is always a breeze & sun & there are always one or two friendly clouds. So, what’s your favorite place? What’s it look like? What colors are there? What does it smell like? What are you wearing? Really be there.

3. Now, listen. You’ll hear something. Maybe a song in a little girl’s voice. Or a hum, like bees.

4. Whatever that sound is, I want you to let it slip inside you until your bones start to vibrate with it.

5. When you are vibrating inside, almost like you are a tuning fork, let your skin disappear so there is nothing between you & the sound & your favorite place.

6. This is you all the time. This is the you that you forget. This is the you that hears the music in raindrops & the sound of sunlight & the secret whispers of the rocks & trees. This is the you that has never forgotten that magic is at the heart of the world.

7. Trust this. Start now. (Yeah, I know. This can be hard. But not as hard as not trusting it. The magic is in this exact moment. Go & be joyful in it…)

~storypeople

you know what i say.
about the moments.
enjoy them.
they are magic.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

...be still-week one...


learning how 
to be still, to 
be really still
and let life happen-
that stillness
becomes a
radiance.
morgan freeman

i chose.
back when i started.
this space.
...one still frame.
it spoke me to then.
and the concept.
of one still frame.
continues to stir my soul.
i have grown.
in my journey.
to just BE.
my style.
in photography has grown.
my desire to inspire others.
remains.
so.
i gifted myself.
to "be still" fifty-two.
and many others.
so that i may continue.
to breathe in the stillness.
as i continue my journey.
to.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

...1.11.15...




“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. 
Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.” 
― Leonora Carrington

the hour of silence.
before everyone is up.
and the only sound.
is that of the wood stove.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

...1.4.15...





you know that crazy heart of yours. the
one with lightning crackling and
moonlight shining through it. the one
you've been told not to trust because it
often led you off the beaten path. the one
so many have misunderstood your entire 
life. trust it. feed it. grow it. it's your
greatest treasure and will point the way
to your highest destiny. it is the voice 
of your soul.

your fellow traveler, Jacob Nordby

seems fitting.
to start the new year.
following the voice.
of your soul.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

...the quiet voice...


I don’t know who we’ll become in the days ahead, she said.
 I only know the quiet voice in my heart that says we’ll become it together.
~storypeople

a rare sunny day.
happy new year.
enjoy the new year moments.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

...12.28.14...












Secret #1:
every single 
moment say Yes
to Life (& don't
be afraid to say no
in order to do that.)

*********
today, after some reflection
i decided i'm never going to
pretend i know anything
about Life ever again, other
than there's a word for it.

like there's a word for unicorn,
though no one has ever seen one,
except from far away & maybe
it was just a trick of the light.

~something like magic
brian andreas

today.
the first day in several.
the sun.
is shining.
i don't know.
i think.
it just makes.
the day seem better.
some how.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

...something like magic...



something like magic
on remembering how to be alive
brian andreas

"Not long ago, I was at a sprawling party with a lot of people I didn't know. 
Halfway through  the night, I found myself a quiet place on a bench in the garden.
I'd been there a couple of minutes when a woman came down the path & sat at the far
end of bench. We nodded at each other. Neither of us spoke.
We sat in the dusk together & listened to the cricket songs & thought our own private thoughts.
After awhile, she stood up. 
Sometimes, she said, you just need to remember the most important thing.
Then she smiled & made her way back to the party.

Long after she left, her words floated quietly in the dark. It felt like she had 
given me something precious in those words:
you just need to remember the most important thing.

She didn't say find the most important thing. Or make a list with the most important
thing at the top. Or ask someone else what they think is the most important thing. No,
it was much, much simpler than that.
It was remember the most important thing. 

Because we already know what the most important thing is.
Our work here is to remember...

...I hope the stories here are a reminder to you. A reminder to stop & see the world again 
for the very first time. When you do & one day not long after,
your most important thing ripples through you like an immense wave of light,
I hope you'll see why I say it's something like magic.
Because you'll see it's been there all along in the heart of you,
waiting for you to remember you're alive now &
everything you are is LOVE."


my brian, gifted me this book for Christmas.
i will say it again.
i LOVE storypeople.
brian andreas.
this is a snippet of the preface.
today.
for the rest of this year.
and into the next.
you just need to remember the most important thing.
I hope you've had a day of making memories.
that you will cherish.
for many days to come.
Merry Christmas.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

...12.21.14...












find a place to relax.
arrive fully in the room,
in the chair or on the floor, and in your body.
relax your face, soften your jaw.
let the shoulders drop and feel relaxation move down the arms like honey,
warming the hands, relaxing the fingers.
relax the belly, legs and the feet.
feel the breath washing tension away.
let the mind and your breathing become one.
melt like a sugar cube in a warm cup of tea.
feel a warmth of benevolence wash through you.
feel your breath slowing and flowing
effortlessly like a river of peace through your body,
through your extremities,
through your spirit.
feel spaciousness replace tightness
and feel the limitations of your body merge
into the tranquility of space around you,
quiet and slow down your thinking,
let your thoughts float quietly above you.
don't struggle to turn off your mind,
just let the thoughts be transparent.
open you heart compassionately to your emotions,
accepting them and soothing them.
feel the well being of the body,
let it expand to all areas.
let the benevolent breeze transport your imagination to a floating reverie.
feel the body traveling high above the noise and tension.
see the world as small and the notion of calm
grow greater and greater, stronger and stronger
with each breath in.
with each breath out,
release struggle and see it fly away
like the release of doves.
feel the walls of your existence unfold into
the brilliance of a beautiful cosmos where entities are in existence solely
to sooth your tensions and nurture you with strokes of calming ointments.
get quiet,
still and eagerly anticipate that something
good is about to happen.
bring a favorite feeling to mind,
then to our body and spirit.
listen and watch for a symbol,
a word,
an essence,
a sentence,
or a vision
in this moment or in the near future.
one that brings you strength
and confidence balanced
with peace and surrender,
acceptance and compassion.
when one comes to you,
write it down.
post it or find an image of it to keep around.
or begin writing with this sentence:
"when i am calm i am gifted with..."
~the awe-manac: a daily dose of wonder

~jill badonsky

"listen and watch for a symbol,
a word,
an essence,
a sentence,
or a vision"
it will continue.
my sentence.
i whisper it daily.
as often as i need to.
it has become one with me.
that's how it's suppose to work.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

...you don't have to even wrap it...




"We were sitting in the studio this morning, each with our own cup of coffee or tea, looking at stacks & stacks of boxes & unpacked orders. YIkes. We probably should’ve been perfectly frantic & anxious… 

But suddenly the light came in just so & you could see the steam rising from the cups, almost like a benediction. Even Bing Crosby in the background singing Mele Kalikimaka was like a prayer of thanks. We all knew there was more than enough work to keep us busy until February of next year, but it felt more important to just sit there in that moment quietly & breathe & be grateful.

Grateful because we get to work with people we love, sending stories we love out to the whole world. Grateful beacuse we get to work with people who remember what’s important. Enjoying the moment. Doing happy dances now & then. Having chicken soup for lunch. Seeing these beautiful faces almost every day…

We want to take a moment to thank you all, too. For giving us a chance to do the work we do. For giving us a chance to love the world our own way.

& we hope in these next days, you take the time to enjoy the moments that show up in your life unexpectedly. Like the dance of steam from a coffee cup in sunlight. Or a child happily drawing at the kitchen table, humming their own rendition of Jingle Bells. Take time to see the faces of the people around you & remember that we’re all doing our best to love the world in our own way.

It’s one of the things we like to remember in this Season of Light…

with love from us all,

The Crew at StoryPeople

P.S. It’s easy to forget when you start running around getting that last minute thingy, but really truly, one of the best gifts you can give the people you love is to take a moment & put your arms around them & tell them exactly why you think they’re a fabulous human being. It’s something they’ll remember long after these days pass.

& just to be completely practical, you don’t have to even wrap it…:-)"

with love, us

just wanted to share.
the heart of storypeople.
this is why i (heart) them.
they help keep the feet grounded.
so the spirit is free to soar.
Merry Christmas.
enjoy the moments.
just BE.
robin.