To offer creative inspiration to a fellow-artist
seems, to me, one of the richest gifts
we might ever give, or receive.
Resa is a professional costume designer, and this is her 4th in an exciting series of “art gowns” featured on her blog.
She explained that she was inspired to design this one for me, after enjoying many of my writings and photos here, featuring sea, sky and love. I could not be more touched and honored, and thus wanted to share this magnificent gown, fit for a goddess, with all of you today. My poem, above, flowed from my pen and heart, almost instantly, after seeing Blue Venus for the first time. Clearly Resa must have intuitive powers, only having asked me about my favorite colors – and creating this fantasy gown that I truly adore.
Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to visit Resa at her Blog, Blue Venus « Queen’s end to see more photos of this stunning gown, and to learn additional details about the birth of her masterpiece. Thank you beautiful Resa ~ I will forever cherish this most incredible gift of your art.
Much Love Always
Wrap me in
I need to
Clouds conjure a spell
Swept away in breath of wind
Suspended…in a kiss
© Robyn Lee
Ascend blue and white
Transcend illusion of strife
Where all reflects light
blankets of fear
©Meryl Spiegel 2012
Special thanks to fellow-blogger and friend, Meryl, who wrote this emotional poem for her own post last week entitled, Help. I was touched by her heartfelt words, and thought they would make an excellent companion for my feature image today. We are excited to share this collaboration, and hope you enjoy. Please visit Meryl’s site at Recovery Thru My Lens to view her photo, and read her own personal narrative, Help « Recovery Thru My Lens reflective of her post…sentiments many of us can empathize with.
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
“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
When the going gets rough,
I light a candle, turn on some
soul-soothing music, and soak in a
hot saltwater bath.
It’s such an important ritual for me, one I return to over and over again each night.
Last night I was especially blessed to have a full moon, and mesmerizing clouds floating peacefully in my window’s view.
Today was a better day…and thus, I wanted to share.
Love & Gratitude to all~
ps: Top Tub Tune – She has the voice of an angel.
Ong Namo means: I bow to my higher self (or teacher within)…
Dreams and prayers of an entire universe, all woven
into an ethereal blanket of gold.
please visit Golden Threads ~ by David Whitman « THROUGH THE HEALING LENS, to read an enchanting poem inspired by this photo
Earth fire burns
Vile black smoke ascends
Penetrating her celestial white veil
I took this image of fire-clouds during our local devastating wildfire last week.
please carry me
through the tide shifts of my life.
Wind utters my
Bay sings softly,
by~ Robyn Lee
“Wherever you go, there you are.”
~ Jon Kabat-Zinn
“Everything in the universe evolves.
Nothing remains stagnant.
“To understand is to perceive patterns.”
~ Isaiah Berlin
Click link below to enjoy a vibrant presentation by contemporary writer, producer, philosopher
~ Jason Silva
On the deserted beach
I walk with a pain shadow.
Hip searing with each step
I move forward slowly.
My joint tears away.
A sharp arrow pierces through me.
I stop to find stillness yet the
pain shadow follows.
Gazing into the ocean,
I inhale deeply
then exhale with force
trying to release the pain.
But it won’t let go.
I must abandon this pain shadow.
This constant companion.
This unwelcome thing.
That has attached itself to me.
19 years of unrelenting pain.
Countless attempts to escape
to normal days, when the beach
meant walks and waves; picnics and laughter.
I climb the wooden stairs to look down
on the wide expanse of shoreline.
In pain I stand tall above the sprawling
desolate beach that goes on forever.
I envision myself burying the pain shadow
beneath the sandy surface,
deep in a restrictive dark hole
where it can no longer define my world.
And in that moment I am free.