Design Me
Design
me
Define
me
~
Discover
where
I’m
bold;
~
Create
me
Elate
me
~
Infuse
me
with
your
soul;
~
Feel
me
Reveal
me
~
Portray
me
as
you
know;
~
For
there
is
~
Truth
in
Love
~
And
~
Love
in
Truth;
~
Your
heart
~
has
shown
~
me
so.
~
©Robyn Lee
©Resa McConaghy, Costume Designer/Artist Extraordinaire
~
Warm thanks to the very lovely and talented Resa McConaghy, of Queen’s end | Life at Queen’s end, King, Queensway and Roncesvalles who unbeknownst to me at the time, sketched the above caricature portrait to include in her recent post In Amore Veritas. After it was complete, Resa sent the sketch to me for approval, and I was fascinated to experience her artistic vision, especially considering we have never met, and have developed our special friendship solely through our blog comments. I believe she captured a very distinct facet of my inner- energy in her playful and delightful rendition. Needless to say, I am both tickled and honored.
I must also add that I’m doubly flattered, since this is the second time I have served as “Muse” for Resa, an accomplished film costume designer in Canada who has outfitted some of the world’s top starlets. If you have not yet seen my post Blue Venus, be sure to check out the stunningly exotic art-gown Resa designed and created for me, featured in her wonderful collection Art Gowns” for Charity.
Resa thank you again for shining your light so brightly here. Clearly, it is you who inspire and heal us with your creative loving heart.
This animation is a treasured gift, and with it, I just may be inclined to start my own– ”Robyn Lee: The Super Heroine” series 
!
In Amore Veritas!
❤
~
So Much Love to All,
Robyn
Our Path
“Come now
my
love,”
~
you
softly
say;
~
I
close
my eyes;
~
I
slip
away.
~
“Walk
swift,
our path,”
~
your
whisper
pleads;
~
I
find
my
breath
~
concede
my
need.
~
You
mark
the trails
~
with
pines
of
gold;
~
You
guide
my
steps
~
whilst
truths
unfold;
~
Beneath
our
tree
~
I wait
for
you,
~
unearthing
dreams
~
we
never
knew.
~
©Robyn Lee
Cast Ashore
where
debris
drifts ashore
~
forming
edges
and lines;
~
where
memories
tumble
~
and
hope
is
defined;
~
where
lovers
have
lingered
~
and
faith
has been
born;
~
where
sun’s
tender kiss
~
precedes
hurricane’s
scorn;
~
where
wind
swirls
its
promise;
~
embodied
deep in the
grain,
~
sculptures
of
life
grow
~
amidst
shadows
of
pain.
~
©Robyn Lee
I want to let everyone know that I will be leaving town this weekend for an undefined period of time. I will be flying to another state to consult with a medical professional in order to determine whether I might benefit from working with him privately on a very specific functional training program he developed, in efforts to help stabilize my joints, and better hold them in their sockets.
It is past the 2 year mark now, since my bilateral hip surgeries ( arthroscopic repair of labrum tears and bone impingement). I have done all humanly possible to recover from this surgery , and regain some degree of normal function, but my situation continues to worsen, and the pain remains unrelenting.
As an update to My Story which I wrote about a year ago… it was recently determined that I have congenitally shallow anterior hip sockets (hip dysplasia) in addition to very loose ligaments (body-wide). Thus this last surgery in which my bone was carved, and joint capsule violated in order to do the repairs mentioned, did not serve me, and has seemingly rendered my joints more unstable.
I hope that I will be a candidate for this specialized training program with a functional movement expert I have sought out personally, and have great faith in. Through dedication and hard work, I’m hoping to develop even greater body awareness, and gain enhanced neuromuscular control of my ball/socket joints, increasing stability and reducing pain. As you might imagine, I am trying desperately to avoid further surgeries, which the experts warn, offer “no guarantees”.
Although I may be away for several weeks now, I hope to have internet, and my wireless devices handy, and will keep a good eye on everyone here ~ reading posts as much as possible, and hopefully posting some too.
Sending much Love and Light to all of you,
who have been, and continue to be
such an incredible source of strength
and inspiration in my life.
~
Robyn Lee
Just When You…
Just when you
believed
you
knew
~
the
beauty;
the
magic;
the
rapture;
of
our
brilliant
winter
sun
setting herself
over
the
eager
majestic
sea;
~
you
suddenly
realize
that,
in
essence,
~
you
know
~
nothing
at
all.
©Robyn Lee
Unfolding
You
wait
~
you
watch
~
you
wonder;
~
Patiently,
nurturing
~
caring
~
saturating
me
with
love;
~
And
slowly,
~
layer
by
layer
~
moment
by
moment
~
petal
by
petal;
~
I
open
~
I
reveal
~
I
expose;
~
Unfolding
gracefully
before
you;
~
Offering
my
raw
essence
~
in
all
its
flushed
complexities;
~
Amidst
intricate
creases
and
tender
curves;
~
Unmasking
hidden
facets
~
of
my truest
nature
~
and
the
most
delicate
mysteries;
~
Releasing
sensitive
sweet
aroma;
~
Deep
red
shades
of
~
beauty,
vibrancy
and
life;
~
Until
finally
I
bloom
~
fully
~
wholly;
~
And
you,
the
witness,
~
Find
a
joyous
place
~
in the
softest
perfect
center
of
me;
~
Knowing
that
tomorrow
~
it
may
not
be
ours
~
to
hold.
~
©Robyn Lee
My Lens
As we stand before
the garden
so
lush
~
you
ask:
“Which lens
will you choose
to view
the world?”
~
Without hesitation,
I reply:
“I choose the lens
that
illuminates
the sky…
so
I may sparkle
amongst the
evening
stars,
and
slide down
the golden rays of
morning
sun.”
~
Approvingly,
you nod,
and
query:
“Can you tell me more
about this lens
you
long for?”
~
I exclaim:
“I wish
for
this lens
to
enlighten,
and
show me
how to dance
with trees,
as they
sway
to
and
fro
with
reverence
for
wind’s most
soulful
song.”
~
You gaze at me,
with a most
curious stare,
and say:
“Ahhh, but tell me,
can you
even
find
such a
lens to call
your own?”
~
I pause,
and
wistfully
declare:
“Oh yes, Oh yes!
I will
find
this lens;
This looking
glass
that
inspires
my fingers
~
to
touch
the delicate
silken petals
of
even the
smallest
flower,
and
to
explore
the deepest
lines
ingrained
on
earth’s fallen
leaves.”
~
You sigh,
seemingly
satisfied,
“Hmm,”
you say,
in a low
contemplative
tone,
“but this wonderful
lens you
speak of…
tell me
of
the most
perfect
vision
it
will
ultimately
reveal.“
~
And then,
I smile,
slowly closing
my
hopeful eyes,
and
profess:
“I choose the lens
that guides me
gently…
through
the open
doors
of
my own
heart,
so that I
can
see
~
with perfect
precision
and
clarity
~
every
glorious
color
of
~
Your
Love.”
~
© Robyn Lee
Divide
Lines
Define
~
They
Separate;
~
Borders
~
Boundaries
~
Shields
of
Fate;
~
Beyond
the
Fences
~
That
we
Build,
~
a
Path
~
a
Link
~
True
Hearts
Fulfilled;
~
Where
Love
Flows
Like
Water,
~
Grace
Resides;
~
Moon
Beams
of
Light
…
Our
Sole
Divide.
~~
©Robyn Lee
The Most Famous Question…
To be,
or not to be?
That is the question—
long life.
line in Shakespeare’s soliloquy has resounded as the most famous quotation
throughout literary history, and has implications reaching
far beyond the context of Hamlet amongst our
contemporary existential thinkers.
Will You?
Will you meet me there? Beneath the muddy surface…
Where we shed our armor..remove our masks…
Where we strip down the layers;
Where we go, willingly…
to unveil our hearts’
deepest truth.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Please allow me to share this wonderful prose poem entitled, The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
It is a favorite of mine, and challenges us all to find the inspiration, the intimacy,
the courage and the commitment to live fully, every day.
The Invitation
by Oriah
…………………………..
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
~~~
from the book: The Invitation
© Mountain Dreaming,
published by HarperONE, San Francisco, 1999 All rights reserved
Vision Quest
Swept away
on
a
Vision Quest
~
In
The midst
of
a
Whirlwind
~
My
Rite
of
Passage
~
Delivers
me
Safely
~
To
a
Cherished
Space
~
Nature’s
Purest
Place
~
Where
~
Buried
Deep
~
Under
Golden
Grains
~
I
find
a
Treasure
~
My Lens;
~~~
Standing
Alone
~
Secure
in
Wet
Sand
~
I
Look
Through
~
And
Within
~
Seeing
From
New eyes
~
Magnified
Truth
~
Empowered
Presence
~
Illuminated
Self;
~
My
Eyes relax
and
~
Focus
Converges
on
~
All that
is
Love
~
All that
is
Me;
~
Blinded
~
From
Fear
~~
Shielded
~
From
Pain
~~
My Lens
~
Exposes
~
That
Which is
Real
~
That
Which is
Illusion
~
Altering
My
Vision
~
Eternally
~~~
©Robyn Lee
My first nature excursion in about 6 weeks!
On Friday at 4 pm I had an enchanting encounter with the sea.
A healing moment indeed.
Thanks to each of you for being so incredibly loving and supportive,
and sending me such passionate healing energies as I continue my journey.
I know they hold great power, and I love you all for the special souls you are.
~Robyn Lee
Seeking
We search
to find
that which we
seek
Beyond the
skies
and ocean
deep.
~~
Our vision
blurs and
colors
fade
We ask
if there’s a
debt to
pay.
~~
We seek
for
Love
We look
for
Truth;
~
We seek
for
Joy
We yearn
for
Youth.
~~
We seek
for
Wisdom
Embracing
rules;
~
And then
we
pray
They’ll
get us
through.
~~
We seek for
Romance
Passion
too;
~
We crave to
sense
The world
anew.
~~
We seek to solve
the hurt
and
fear;
~
In our
Calm
Resolve
It
finds
us
there.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Portals
Brilliant steel potentiality:
Calling me forth, like a
Magnetic portal to
A new place
and time;
Arched over blue expanse of
Liquid fire mystery;
Connecting
What is:
to what
can
be.
~
©Robyn Lee
~~~
Heartfelt thanks to guest photographer, my dear Aunt Renée who honored me by allowing me to feature her stunning image in my post today. I admired this new photo on her Facebook page earlier, and it inspired me to write the poetic verse above. She captured this beautiful shot in Astoria Park NY, beneath the 2 bridges pictured (Hell Gate Bridge and Triborough Bridge ).
I think a new hobby may be calling her forth ~ don’t you?!
Thank you Aunt Renée ~ I Love You
Maternal Love
Did
you
know?
~
Mother Nature
wraps
Her
Loving
Arms
Around every
Small
Child
~
During
the
Formative
Years;
~
and
She
Breathes
Gently
~
Into
the
Center
of
that
Child’s
~
Tender
Soul
~
Softly
Whispering:
~
It’s ok
Sweet
Baby
~
You Are
~~
Exactly
Where
You
Belong.
~~~
© Robyn Lee
Emerging
And just like the
Water Lily
Are you not simply
Waiting?
~
Waiting
For
That one perfect
Moment
When
You feel ready
To
Emerge
~
Fully
~
Vibrantly
~
Into the
Luminous
Space
~
Into the
Light
~~
Where
You
Shine
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Mandala Of Her Mind
Like a spider,
setting forth
to make
her
way;
Strand by strand,
she weaves
together
antique
threads
of
hope
truth
wisdom.
~~~
Carefully
connecting
delicate
fibers
of
promises
suspended;
She watches
as
mosaic patterns
emerge,
revealing
small
segments of
self.
~~~
Laboriously,
she knits
complex
arrangements,
Intricate
mazes
designed to
capture
dreams
unrealized;
tying
meticulous knots
tightly,
at each
cross-section.
~~~
With
tenuous
twists and
turns,
she
spins
through
tangled tales
of
love;
swinging
wildly
from
silken strings
of
ambiguity.
~~~
Finally,
in the heart
of her
mandala
she
rests
~~~
Knowing
that
her work
for
today
is
done.
~~~
©Robyn Lee
Storyteller Of Salt
When we quiet our minds
We so easily hear
Wise words of the waves
Dialect: flowing and clear.
Hypnotic salt tales
Told in soft rhythmic hum
Rippling echoes of ocean,
Reflect voices of sun.
The grand stories our sea tells
Will enchant and enthrall;
Since the lessons our tides teach,
Pertain to us all.
~Robyn Lee
