Ride me to freedom
Spinning dreams on silver ground
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pertaining to this image: Freewheeling ~ narrative
Allow me to introduce you all to an amazing young man who is suddenly faced with the greatest challenge of his lifetime . You will see that he exemplifies all that is grace, fortitude and courage. It is my great honor to introduce you to Arash, and my prayer that you support him here in his brave healing journey by seeing him through your “healing lens”.
Much Love Always ~ Robyn
I’m laying in bed, slowly waking up and adjusting my eyes to the winter sunshine as I glance out the window, when I decide to do some visualization exercises with my legs and feet. I go through the usual exercises that I’ve been doing as frequently as possible in my free time: flex my feet, bend my knee, rotate my legs in and out. Since my accident, I don’t get any movement in my lower body when I do these exercises but I’ve stubbornly and consistently kept at it. The reason why everyone – from the nurses in the ICU to my spine surgeon to my acupuncturists – has emphasized the importance of visualization is the belief that there is enormous value in sending a signal from the brain to the lower body and by thinking and trying to move those limbs, one can repair the neural pathways and reestablish that…
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Dedicated to my baby daughter,
to whom I just gave a teary hug, and kiss goodbye,
as she departed for her extended adventure in Spain.
She will be studying at university in Seville over
the next several months. This will be the greatest
length of time and distance we have ever been separated.
I am so proud of this child of mine, who I nicknamed
“butterfly baby” when she was small;
A remarkable young woman
who is kind, strong, sensitive, brilliant and 100%
Spread those wings
I Love You,
“Take note of the dreams you have while
you are peacefully awake; for those
dreams house secret windows,
providing clear view of that
which reflects your
“Confidence is the bond of friendship.”
So very touched that my dear friend Frances has honored me this way.
After meeting through our chronic pain challenges, and supporting one another through surgeries, we have a very special bond.
Beautiful Frances ultimately went on to replace both hips at age 40. Here is the ABC news clip featuring her story . Frances is a wonderful mom of three, and was a beloved news anchor for ABC in Raleigh, NC. She suffered a silent agony, with a most complicated case for over a decade before making her brave decision.
Much Love, Blessings and Vibrant Health to you Always Frannie!
Please click here to read a very detailed post that Frances has created detailing her entire journey:
from behind encaging ribs
washed by rain
scorched by light
…all just to be cleansed
of its aching pain..
to be soothed with
the kisses of your words
…to emerge from its hollow night…
divinely delicate and trembling
Warm Thanks to Lady Day of Just A Girl With A Heart & A Pen for permitting me to pair her wonderful and impassioned poem entitled, Passion-Flower with my feature image today. I was awed by her words when she posted it, and then set out on a mission to find this enchanting passiflora to photograph for this special post.
Hope you enjoyed!
illustration courtesy of:
Did you know that the herb passionflower, extracted from this beautiful bud, is a natural pain reliever and sedative? Follow this link for more information: TLC Family “Passionflower: Herbal Remedies”
In the still night
Atop white sandy dunes
I lift my head in prayer.
Hearing the moon’s call, I
Submit to the pleas of my own
A warm salt breeze
Strokes my forehead
Gently urging my eyelids to close;
And quietly, I slip away from
What is real
What is earthly
What is pain.
Swiftly transported through
Space and time;
Lifted lovingly onto the wings of
Whirling and turning, round and round
like a Dervish;
Finally, I penetrate a solid
Wall of mirrored glass and,
I am welcomed.
Where my body
Is weightless and free;
And movement, effortless.
Where My dreams
Held in the safe embrace of
Blissful crystal waters;
Where my heart beats in
Perfect sync with the
Rhythmic tides of
The secret valley beneath the sun
Hidden behind the whispering ghosts
Of whom you pretend to be
Open up your mossy arms
So I may open mine
And wrap all limbs round your spirit wide
To exist as half no more
Bring me to your mossy floor
Beneath the shadows of your fear
A raven bride in white
A ladder to your soul
Fold down your branches
Peel open your chocolate bark
So I may pour
As liquid amber
Through your very veins
by, Sam Craft
I am thrilled to share this collaborative project with you today. Special thanks to Sam of of Everyday Asperger’s, who penned this stunning piece entitled The Raven Bride in White at the most perfect time to accompany my beloved shadow image.
Hope you enjoyed!
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
She concedes at last
’twas all for naught;
The knowing she craves
Cannot be sought.
Nothing to fight
Nor push against;
She lets down her guard
No resist, or defense.
When tomorrow is born
She will sense life anew;
For it’s only to Self
That she need remain true.
“To Live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.”
I dedicate this post tonight to my dear, beautiful friend Susan who concluded her fierce battle with Melanoma today. Susan was one of the most kind, loving and loyal souls on planet earth. I shot this photo of the sun’s descent earlier tonight at Jetty 4, Susan’s favorite beach, less than two hours before I learned of her passing.
Susan will live on in my heart, and in the hearts of so many she has touched with her warm, generous spirit.
God Bless you Susan; you will be sorely missed. We will Love you forever Dearest Friend…
“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul.
It is daily admission of one’s weakness.
It is better in prayer to have a heart without words,
than words without heart.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi
In the spirit of Father’s Day, I dedicate this post to my amazing Dad who taught me to
live passionately, love fully and never give up on
the notion that we can create
our own luck.
Happy Father’s Day Dad,
I Love You
Reflecting back on days of old,
Adorned in high heels: bright, sexy and bold
Goddess and princess all tied into one
I was Queen of Sea, and Maiden of Sun
With spine and hip woes directing the show
the shoes I embrace now are stable and low
So here I spend time, with my mirrors and lens
And fondle old shoes stitched with dreams, and pretend.
Opaque clouds of
Staring down old faces
Divide his tired
Reckless tidal waves,
As he grips the
Clinging tightly to
Hearts in huddle;
within a salt puddle.
United they plot, and
Bravely they face;
Their task: to make the world
a much better place.
“I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.”
I invite you to read Shelley’s poem ‘The Cloud’ in all of its glorious entirety here
The Cloud ~ by, Percy Bysshe Shelley
She dares not question her guide
Ascending the spiral platform
Thirsty for calm.
Each step elevating her to the next
Yearning to reach her
Climbing up circular
Curves and winding
Her Shadow follows
Free of thoughts
Gripping the sturdy iron rail of
Stability, she arrives
At the vertex;
And under a thick canopy of
Closes her eyes
© Robyn Lee
On a balmy
One of the most sensual flowers with a delicious scent, the peony
has long been used in feng shui as a cure for love & romance. This
especially applies to a couple of pink peonies. The symbol of peony
is often considered a metaphor for female beauty.
“And when the mind finds its perfect state of joy,
the whole universe plays along.”
~ Robyn Lee
As a sequel to my earlier post Stillness, wanted to share this shot of a happy child, one of the few souls who remained on the beach as the storm approached Sunday. He seemed to be immersed in fun… and suppose it’s a good thing that lonesome lifeguard stuck around after all!! 😉
“To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.”
~ Chuang Tzu
and be sure to check out the sequel to this post here: Joyous Surrender (a sequel)
“There is comfort in knowing that with each tomorrow,
we too may begin again.”
“I wish I were like you,”
Said the forest
to the roaring river,
Rushing towards the pure domain
of the sea,
The kingdom of water;
The passionate, vigorous spirit
The liquid turquoise of light
With eternal flow …”
“But what am I?
Only a captive,
chained to the earth.
In silence I grow old,
In silence I wither and die,
And before long
nothing will remain of me
But a handful of ashes.”
“O forest, half-asleep, half-awake”,
Cried the river,
“I wish I were you,
Enjoying a seclusion
of living emerald,
And illuminated by moonlit nights;
Being a mirror
reflecting the beauties
A shaded rendezvous for lovers.”
“Your destiny, a new life
My life, running away from myself
all the time;
Running. running, running
And what is my gain
Of all this meaningless journey?
Ah … never having a moment of calm
“No one can ever know
what the other feels;
Who does care to ask
about a passer-by
If he really existed
or was only a shadow?”
Now a passer-by
Aimlessly walking in the shade
Comes to ask himself,
“Who am I? a river? a forest?
River and forest?
Hope you enjoyed this wonderful story (and companion image of me listening to the
Forest and River converse 😉 ).
The piece is entitled Forest and River, written by
Jalal al-Din Rumi, with translation by Zhaleh Esfahani.
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
“There is a coherence in things,
a stability; something is immune from change
and shines out…in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral,
like a ruby. ”
~Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
watch over me
hold me secure
guard puerility’s door