Sunday, September 20, 2015

...9.20.15...















And the sign said, "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said, "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat, I said, "Imagine that, huh, me workin' for you"
Whoa, oh, oh
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
And the sign said, Anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So, I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house
"Hey, what gives you the right?
To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, He'd tell you to your face, man, you're some kinda sinner"
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Now, hey you, Mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said, You got to have a membership card to get inside, ugh
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray"
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So, I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me, I'm alive and doin' fine, woo
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
five man electrical band

this song popped into my head today.
i suppose.
because i'm tired of struggling to
just BE.
don't get me wrong.
that will always be my mantra.
my path.
my journey.
i just get frustrated.
people are always going to disappoint you.
that will forever be an obstacle.
i am not perfect.
no one is.
{only the Creator of this vast imperfect planet.}
so i just have to remember to breathe.
to block out the negative.
because at the end of the day.
it just doesn't matter.
because at the end of the day.
how i choose to BE.
is up to me.
i am dreaming of a space.
where people can form a common ground.
to breathe in.
a space where we can.
just BE.
thus my button above.
i will be working out a plan.
stay tuned.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

...9.13.15...


a glimpse from last year during this weekend.
it is looking and feeling,
much the same.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, September 6, 2015

...9.6.15...









I still fly a lot in my dreams, she told us, but I try to stay close to the ground. 
At my age, a fall can be pretty serious....
~storypeople

morning coffee.
the deafening silence.
from the absence of the robins.
is replaced by the screeching sound of a bluejay.
crickets provide a soft background melody.
and the wind chime sounds.
every time a leaf.
lets go of its branch.
and dances in the breeze.
towards the ground.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

...8.23.15...



Dear Human: 
You’ve got it all wrong.
You didn’t come here to master unconditional love.
That is where you came from and where you’ll return.
You came here to learn personal love.
Universal love.
Messy love.
Sweaty love.
Crazy love.
Broken love.
Whole love.
Infused with divinity.
Lived through the grace of stumbling.
Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often.
You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are.
You came here to be gorgeously human.
Flawed and fabulous.
And then to rise again into remembering.
But unconditional love? Stop telling that story.
Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives.
It doesn’t require modifiers.
It doesn’t require the condition of perfection.
It only asks that you show up. And do your best.
That you stay present and feel fully.
That you shine and fly and laugh and cry
and hurt and heal and fall and get back up
and play and work and live and die as YOU.
It’s enough. It’s Plenty.”
~ Courtney A. Walsh ~

brian and I celebrated.
thirty years of.
universal love.
messy love.
sweaty love.
crazy love.
broken love.
whole love.
on monday.
oh my gosh.
life is good.
here's to living in the moment.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

...8.16.15...















"Ernie"
From the Playwright

Ernie Harwell was a treasure- as a broadcaster, as a man, and as a friend. we know each other for a quarter of a century. in the last year of his life he asked about doing a play on his extraordinary career. we had barely hatched the idea when he grew too ill to spend more time on it.
after his death, i began to review his 60-plus years in baseball and realized his story was too rich to be left in a drawer.

i have been honored and humbled to help create something that might stand as a legacy to 
The Voice of Summer.
i once wrote that if baseball could talk it would sound like Ernie Harwell. I hope audiences will find the splendid game - and the even more splendid man- on the stage of this production.
mitch albom

we sat.
with others.
in the city.opera.house.
and watched the life of a man.
his life described with words.
simple words.
words that spark memories.
words that make tears run down your cheek.
words when put together like this.
"He stood there like the house by the side of the road, and watched it go by."
words.
that when you hear them.
will make you smile.
and you will remember.
why life is good.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

...8.2.15...








Once, there was a girl & a boy who wanted to change the world & at first, they thought it’d be easy, because if everyone could see how beautiful it’d be, it’d take about a minute, but all the people they talked to were too busy to stop & listen. So, they went off & did beautiful things all on their own & pretty soon people were stopping & asking if they could come along & do that, too & that’s how they figured out how worlds change.
~storypeople

welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

...7.26.15...


 love that it wasn't planted by me, but yet there it is.
thanks for the help, and the heart smile Grandma.


“A good traveler has no fixed plans
and is not intent upon arriving.
A good artist lets his intuition
lead him wherever it wants.
A good scientist has freed himself of concepts
and keeps his mind open to what is.

Thus the Master is available to all people
and doesn't reject anyone.
He is ready to use all situations
and doesn't waste anything.
This is called embodying the light.

What is a good man but a bad man's teacher?
What is a bad man but a good man's job?
If you don't understand this, you will get lost,
however intelligent you are.
It is the great secret.”




welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.