...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.

...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.

Be Still fifty-two

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.

...3.22.15...

ten o'clock hour

  

four o'clock hour

six o'clock hour

light

There is a perfectly still moment right

before dawn, when the sun gathers itself

& then steps into the dark world & everything

is so filled with light that any doubts

from that long night are barely a memory.

It is the way of all things that

the night ends & the light returns.

The light always returns.

~storypeople

week ten.

Be Still fifty-two

study the light.

it is magic.

when you take the time.

to be still.

and be present in the moment.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...courage, hope, faith...

Sometimes you need to hang on to someone else’s hope,

someone else’s peace and sanity while yours is under seige. 

Do it.

Courage, hope, faith, sanity, peace…

they all come and go.

Borrow them from someone else’s

supply until your own comes back in.

~linda mundy

we have been blessed.

with a lot of sunshine.

this past week.

tho i see it only through.

my windows at work.

but, alas, i am grateful.

light + objects= shadows

here's to light and love.

enjoy the moments.

just BE.

robin.

...3.15.15...

This is a special bike that’s not very good 

at listening to excuses, so it takes you exactly 

where you really want to go & if you kick 

& scream it makes you pedal harder & go up steeper 

hills until you’re too out of breath to complain 

& after awhile, if you’re lucky, you start to see 

that it doesn’t really matter if you laugh or cry,

because it just wants to ride like the wind

~storypeople

the photos.

are of my husband's team.

their season came to an end.

when they were eliminated in districts.

wednesday night.

the team had an awesome year.

going seventeen and four.

this game was going to be a tough one.

he was nervous in the morning.

but later that day he sent me a text.

"...excitement, anxiety, fire, desire, passion" he said.

"...it's a monumental task & i am up to it

and ready for it" he said.

and he was.

and so were his boys.

it was a tough game.

their opponents knew they had to bring their A game to beat us.

but in seven seconds.

all the preparation.

all the momentum.

in a series of unfortunate events.

beyond his control

we lost.

asking for an explanation to the series of events that took place.

in those seven seconds.

he fought for this team.

for these boys that he cares for.

for the fans.

but in seven seconds.

in a game that could have been ours.

it was not.
they could not give him an answer.

as the coach's wife...

i am nervous.

and excited.

and supportive of my husband.

and i love this group of boys.

{especially number twenty-four.}

i sat in the stands.

probably quieter than most games.

listening to the many coaches around me.

thinking.

this is just a game.

it does not matter how prepared you think you are.

in a matter of seconds.

what you thought you had.

is taken away.

what he strives to prepare his boys for...

is the life lessons.

the highs.

the lows.

the elation.

the disappointment.

and to handle it with class.

as they did.
it's how you deal with the adversity.
how you grow from defeat.

it is not the score.

it is not the season record.

it is the bond.

that has been created among brothers.

in preparation for this game.

called life.

he makes me proud.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...Be still. week nine...

happy third birthday elliott grey

to put everything in balance is good,

to put everything in harmony is better.

victor hugo

this week's lesson in.

Be Still fifty two

is breathe and be still

i find this is me.

in my photography.

more than it isn't.

just being in the moment.

capturing what is around me.

yesterday.

fifty-seven degrees.

friday after work.

long week.

sunshine.

snow melting.

back deck.

my little fur family.

hubby making burgers over charcoal.

 my glass of wine.

my breath.

my contentment.

my camera.

life. is. good.

in the big scheme of things...

it really, truly is.

enjoy the moments.

just BE.

robin.

...3.8.15...

even after

all these winters,

I see you sitting there,

perched at the edge of

sunlight, feeling like

the invitation of spring

~storypeople

yesterday.

jack frost visited.

today.

the sun ushered him out.

it is happening.

melting.

and enough warmth on the deck.

so that i can stand with my feet bare.

to breathe in the clean air of possibilities.

to breathe in the warmth of the sun.

{even with the snow so close.}

to breathe in the invitation of spring.

a girl can dream.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...Be Still. week seven & eight...

...week seven~focus and fall.

 ...week eight~back lighting.

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.

~storypeople

week seven & eight.

Be Still-fifty two

my preference.

has always been.

to find an ordinary something.

as i walk around.

in meditation.

with my lens eye.

bringing it to life,

making it extraordinary.

i also am finding. 

that i can Be still.

and create an extraordinary space.

my two worlds.

are blending together.

nicely.

enjoy the moments.

just BE.

robin.

...3.(4.)15...

I know you don’t remember the exact day, 

but we all do & it felt to us like 

the whole world relaxed knowing it would all be fine, 

now that you were here.

~storypeople

the night we went in.

was a night like this.

a very wintery mix.

we were sure he was coming to meet us.

 he was our first.

what did we know.

we checked in.

they decided we could stay.

and in the wee hours.

on march fourth.

of nineteen eighty-nine.

we met (Steven) Kiel Thomas Goodenow

all nine pounds, seven and a half ounces.

there is fear in having your first baby.

are we ready?

can we do this?

what if...?

all those crazy ideas first time parents get in their heads.

from the bumps and bruises.

that first one hundred and three temp.

to the first girl who broke his heart.

the hopes, the dreams.

the ups, the downs.

...all the in-betweens.

Ki.

dad shared this song with me.

and i want to share it with you.

because i have been your biggest fan.

for twenty-six years.

i have been through your lows.

i have heard your fears.

but i've always, always been able to see that beautiful smile.
i. believe. in. you.

"Breathe,

Ask for more

if you're bitter still

Ask him to help you carry on."

all i can say is...

thank you, Father God.

for blessing us with this ride.

happy birthday my child!!!

i love you for always.

just BE.

mom.