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Posts tagged “fear

Weep

 

Do
not
despair

~

I’m
here
with
you;

~

Behind
the
glass

~

I
share
your
view;

~

On
scattered
leaves

~

Time
withers
by;

~

Unruly
storms

~

 Tears
undenied;

~

We
conquer
doubt

~

Unearth
the
call;

~

Face
willowed
fear

~

Withstand
the
fall;

~

No
matter
what

~

Your
soul

~

I
keep;

~

and

~

Drink
the
tears

~

your

~

Green
heart

~

weeps.

~

©Robyn Lee

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Storm Surge

Tide Surge Raising Fear
Penetrating Eye Of Storm
Hurricane, Have Heart

~
The above self-portrait was shot at
9 o’clock pm Monday night.
This was high-tide for our area, and the
the height of intensity for Hurricane Sandy.

As many of you know, following mandatory evacuation,
I fled with my puppy to a hotel location on Sunday, and
took shelter there with many other evacuees where we lost
power, heat and hot water.

Both humans and pets shared a common bond,
in the midst of the pending natural disaster.
Together at our “safe haven” hotel, people quickly
became caring friends. There were 11-year old twin girls entertaining
Rumi for me, as people offered to share flashlight batteries, and
whatever food they brought along.

Sadly, many lost their homes, and there were
numerous heartbreaking stories of
personal struggle and devastation.
What was obvious and uplifting though,
was the instant shared camaraderie and faith among
these strangers, in the face of fear.

I am very thankful that my
home has remained mostly
in tact, less some property damage,
I will finally be returning tomorrow,
as we just received word that our power,
heat and hot water have
been restored as of this evening.

 I offer continued prayers  for all of those who
have suffered loss and struggle in
the wake of this powerful storm,
and want to express my most heartfelt thanks to all
of my wonderful friends here, who have kept us in
thought and prayer for safety.

Much Love,

Robyn Lee


I Must Flee

All alone in
my own
little
corner

All alone in
blog magic:
that’s
you

~

Lost in
flight
of your
words

~

With
a
vision
so
clear

~

Feel
your
touch

~

Taste
your
tears

~

All the love
that we
share;

~

But…

~

The clock,
it
strikes
twelve

~

And the
doorbell
rings
fear:

~

 “ You must hurry”
they say,

“you must go,
you must
flee

~

For your
corner’s
not
safe

~

From
the
wrath
of
Sandy.”

© Robyn Lee

In the midst of my denial, while enjoying my
wonderful blog reads earlier today,
I was evacuated from my home
due to approaching Hurricane
Sandy.

Sandy, aka: Frankenstorm, is predicted
to be the most lethal hurricane
in U.S. history to hit this part
of the country.

As luck has it, my husband
is out of the state, and now
unable to obtain access to air
transportation given this
state of emergency.

I’m taking shelter with my
puppy now at a hotel location,
and hoping
the storm has mercy
 on our area and
everyone stays
safe.

Will miss visiting everyone during our
impending power outages
but will be back
to “my own little corner”
 to see you all as
soon as
possible.

~

With Much Love
~ Robyn Lee

Below I share lyrics from a special song,
In My Own Little Corner,
featured in
Rodgers and Hammerstien’s
Cinderella,
one of my most favorite
childhood films:
~~~

I’m as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command I obey.
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand
In my way.

~

In my own little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open
Its arms to me.

~

I’m a young Egyptian princess…
Or a milkmaid
I’m the greatest prima donna
in Milan
I’m an heiress who has always had
her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms
In Japan

~

I’m a girl men go mad for
Love’s a game I can play
With cool and confident kind of air.
Just as long as I stay in
My own little corner
All alone in my own
Little chair.

~

I can be whatever I want to be.
I’m a thief in Calcutta
I’m a queen in Peru.
I’m a mermaid dancing upon the sea
I’m a huntress on an African safari…
It’s a dangerous type of sport and yet it’s fun
In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun.

~~

I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
When I meet a lioness in her lair
Then I’m glad to be back in
my own little corner,
All alone in my
Own
little chair.


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


Calming Fear

pressed
like
a pancake
flat on
my back

help me
find
my arms
my legs
my breath

help me
feel
the warmth
see beyond
the fire

help me
float
between the
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, HelpI 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


Shadow Lover


Take me to the green in you

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



Desire

“The ambitious climbs up high and perilous stairs, and never cares how to come down; the desire of rising hath swallowed up his fear of a fall.”

~ Thomas Adams


Dream

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming – dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

~ Edgar Allan Poe