...coffee hour...

missed coffee hour Sunday.

we were camping with hubby's sister and family.

dodged raindrops.

held on to our hats against the wind.

extra clothes and blankets against the cold.

but...

enjoyed the company of family.

enjoyed the talents of my oldest son playing guitar

and singing.

enjoyed the campfire.

'smores.

good food...man do we put on a good spread!!

enjoyed the stars between the bursts of rain.

enjoyed God's country.

laughter.

hugs.

gratitude.

love unconditional.

family.

i will see you next Sunday.

just BE.

robin.

...imagine the silence...

black-eyed susan looking at her shadow.

imagine the silence you hear

after listening to a beautiful piece of music,

or even just a beautiful chord.

does it have different qualities

compared to regular silence?

remember that this quality of silence

holding the memory of beauty is always present,

even if you can't detect it.

heavenly music lies latent

in silence as Michelangelo's statue of David

once lay hidden

within a lump of marble.

~1,001 ways to live in the moment

it is saturday.

sunday down under.

where we play in the shadows

every week.

HEY HARRIET

may you experience that beautiful chord today.

just BE.

robin.

...hello september...

good bye august...

hello september...

i received this lovely award from jane.

thank you so much....

i have to nominate 10 people.

if you have time stop by their sites.

and

then share ten things about me.

joanne rose

what's deb doing?

sweet repose

liz lamoreux

be yourself...everyone else is taken

emma tree

white cotton tee

hey harriet

molokai girl

jo williams photography

10. i am 5' 7".

9. i have brown eyes.

8. i adore sweets.

7. i can still do the splits.

6. i love the country the best.

5. i am a good listener.

4. i should be a CSI for my keen observation skills.

3. mowing lawn is my self proclaimed chore.

2. i can be kind of sappy.

and if you couldn't guess...

1. i love photography.

please stop by the other gals sites...

and as always...

just BE.

robin.

...august break-day thirty...

today...

i started

my new job.

back into occupational therapy...

actually until i receive my license

from the state of michigan.

i am a rehab tech.

i've been away for quite some time...

much swimming around in my head.

but it was a great day.

just BE.

robin.

update:

just checked online tonight...

my licensure status is now ACTIVE!!!

i am so excited!!!

...8.29.10...

of winding down.

of settling into that slower pace.

of soaking in those last days

of august sun.

of crisp starry evenings.

of heavy dewy grass mornings.

of the sound of crows instead of song birds.

of the sound of crickets.

of trying your best to be.

and others telling you it's not good

enough.

of believing them.

of sadness.

of changing seasons.

outside.

and inside.

but mostly inside.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...august break-day twenty-seven...

“ maybe some things need to be seen

before you know that they're there.

but once seen,

they are felt.

and once felt,

you are changed forever. ”

~terri st. cloud

day 27 of august break.

it is also shadow day.

HEY HARRIET

new day...

i embrace you.

just BE.

robin.

...august break-day twenty-six...

it's a dad kind of thing to protect you

and see that the world treats you right,

to offer his willing asistance any hour

of the day or the night,

it's a dad kind of thing to stand by you

if one of your bubbles should burst,

to make sure you know you're important

and know that with him you come first,

to give you his all but still wonder

if there's something more he could do...

it's a dad kind of thing to keep showing

that he'll always be there for you.

happy birthday dad.

just BE.

robin.

...august break-day twenty-three...

randomness...

just BE.

robin.

...8.22.10...

arden max engler

april 12, 1924-september 28 1977

he came to her-

my mom

in a dream in 1996.

he said to her...

i am not dead.

i did not die.

i will live forever.

and she believed him.

this sampler.

one of many that she has worked

is for him.

do not stand at

my grave and weep

i am not there

i do not sleep

i am a thousand

winds that blow

i am the sunlight

on ripened grain

i am the diamond

glints of snow

i am the gentle

autumn rain

do not stand at

my grave and cry

i am not there

i did not die.

~Mary Elizabeth Frye

he was too young.

which made me too young.

but i remember.

his pipe.

his eyes that always sparkled.

his laugh.

his white socks.

the way he bent his toes

at the sight of you pretending

you might tickle his feet.

his lunch box.

his thermos for coffee.

and when i close my eyes.

and sit in stillness.

i can see all those things.

and i remember.

thank you tammy,

for posting this picture to fb.

i have never seen it.

it is the most beautiful picture...

of a great, great man.

who left us too early.

but who we will see again.

welcome to coffee hour.

welcome to this Sunday morning.

just BE.

robin.

...august break-day twenty-one...

if you have nothing at all to create,

then perhaps you create yourself.

~ carl jung

i think everyday

we are creating

ourselves.

profound or small.

whether visible to someone else

or not.

you know.

never stop creating.

light + objects=shadows

HEY HARRIET

it's that time again.

just BE.

robin.