...as we journey towards it...

hope is like the sun,

 which, as we journey toward it,

casts the shadow of our burden behind us.

samuel smiles

love, love, LOVE the shadow on this spider web!!!

clay pot broken by the gale force winds.

sweet face of a pansy.

Poetry is an echo,

asking a shadow to dance.

carl sandburg

join us for more shadows.

HEY HARRIET

may there be sun,

somewhere,

in your life today.

just BE.

robin.

...as the moments come...

"if it should turn out that we have
mishandled our own lives as several
civilizations before us have done,
it seems a pity that we should
involve the violet and the
tree frog in our departure."

~loren eiseley

as i walked out.

to water this mum plant.

i discovered two little delights.

the moments.

just keep coming.

just BE.

robin.

...suspended in the chamber of consciousness...

experience is never limited,

and it is never complete;

it is an immense sensibility,

a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads

suspended in the chamber of consciousness,

and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.

~henry james



i saw this beauty.

when i was putting

the bird feeder out.

i just love it.

when these moments.

happen.

just BE.

robin.

...flowering of the spirit...

“like a man travelling in foggy weather,

those at some distance before him on the road

 he sees wrapped up in the fog,

as well as those behind him,

and also the people in the fields on each side,

 but near him all appears clear,

though in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them.”

~benjamin franklin

“Never allow gradually the traffic to smother with noise and fog the flowering of the spirit” 

~stephen spender

                            just BE.

robin.

...live, laugh, love...

getting to know my

18-55mm nikon lens again.

i forgot how close i could get to things.

just inches from these mushrooms...

on my belly of course,

how else?

live.

laugh.

love.

enjoy.

every moment.

of every day.

just BE.

robin.

...9.4.11...

enjoy life.

it is too short.

embrace a moment of silence.

embrace the moments.



welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday afternoon.

just BE.

robin.

...delicate, elusive...

Definition of SUBTLE

1

a : delicate, elusive subtle fragrance 

a

subtle

thought

that

 is

 in

error

may

 yet

give

rise

 to

 fruitful

inquiry

 that

 can

establish

truths

of

 great

value.

~issac asimov

a subtle shadow for today.

For more...
HEY HARRIET.

please join our shadow chasing fun!!

just BE.

robin.

...photo shoot with Mikayla...

and God took a handful of southerly wind,

blew his breath upon it,

and created the horse.

~ Bedouin legend 

if one induces the horse to assume that carriage which it would adopt of its own accord when displaying its beauty,

then, one directs the horse to appear joyous and magnificent,

proud and remarkable for having been ridden.

 ~ Xenophon

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.

~ Helen Thompson

what an awesomely

wonderful time.

we had.

just BE.

robin.

...8.28.11...

each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life,

its strength;

 and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
~joseph conrad

earth and sky,

 woods and fields,

lakes and rivers,

the mountain and the sea,

are excellent schoolmasters,

and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

~john lubbock

small delights in my yard today.

that caught my eye when i was looking the other way.

and made my heart smile. 

and this,

 our life,

 exempt from public haunt,

finds tongues in trees,

 books in the running brooks,

sermons in stones,

and good in everything.
~william shakespears

perfect 4 part harmony

of the crickets,

of the water fountain,

of the chickadee,

of the sandhill cranes

flying in sync,

as their voices trumpet

and echo through the hardwoods.

and at that moment.

all is well.

with my soul.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...in silent cascades...



The sun disappears under a blanket of clouded hues
Stars begin to shine, like scattered fireflies,
Against the deep blanket of night
All is calm...

Nestled safe in your arms
A sense of quiet peace surrounds us
The moon rises and glows in silent cascades
Gently the breeze sweeps us away, to thoughts of serenity

Warm and safe, we linger in thought
Smell the sweet scent of dew
Back and forth we still sway
Through the creaking of boards, I drift off to dreams

Reminiscing...
That moment is transfixed in my mind
Untarnished by the changing years
The chair worn, but still here

Feeling your spirit surround me
Brings back memories...
You and I in the open air,
On the rocking chair that outlasted time

~susie e

i love my

rocking chair.

the years it has seen.

the calm,

it has provided.

it is very patient.

waiting for me to come sit awhile.

and it always feels like

i never left.

HEY HARRIET



just BE.

robin.