Sunday, June 28, 2015

...6.28.15...

















Peace is an inner state of mind, or state of being, which means that its experience isn’t dependent on any outer circumstances.


for the rest of the story...here
just breathe.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

...6.21.15...



Father And Daughter

The bond between father and daughter happens instantly, starting right at birth,
When a father first lays eyes on his little girl he loves her more than anything on this earth,
When a daughter grows older her father is the first man she will love,
And the last one her father will have trouble letting go of,
In her eyes he is the closest thing to God, in her eyes he is a King,
To her father she means the world, she means everything.
When a daughter grows up to be an adult and mature,
Her father will always be there anytime she still needs dad to help her,
To give her advice or just-for anything she will ever need,
The bond between father and daughter is the most important bond indeed,
It cannot be broken when she finds a man, and become his wife,
It cannot be broken even in the ending of either ones life,
A daughter will always have the memories of her father, her best friend
This bond has a beginning, but there is never an end.
The bond between a father and daughter is so profound
The love shared is well renowned,
From the beginning of his daughters life, he is a changed man,
At that moment his life really just began.
From the moment their eyes meet,
two souls instantly become complete.
Heather Twining

happy, happy Father's day, Pa!
love you much!!
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

...6.14.15...





 i replanted my great grandma compton's iris'.
these two are touching each other.
she is here with me and tilda.
my heart smiles.
 death is nothing at all. it does not count. i have only
slipped away into the next room. nothing has happened.
everything remains exactly as it was. i am i, and you are
you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is 
untouched, unchanged. whatever we were to each other,
that we are still. call me by the old familiar name. speak
of me in the easy way which you always used. put no
difference into your tome. wear no forced air of solemnity
or sorrow. laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
that we enjoyed together. play, smile, think of me, pray
for me. let it be spoken without effort, without
the ghost of a shadow upon it. life means all that it ever
meant. it is the same as it ever was. there is absolute and
unbroken continuity. what is this death but a negligible
accident? why should i be out of mind because i am out
of sight? i am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere
very near, just around the corner.
all is well.






Hattie M. Compton.
all.
is.
well.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.
robin.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

...breathe.



still trying to balance a life filled with laughter & wonder & love,
knowing that kind of life is going to baffle most everyone she meets...

~storypeople

the 'aha' moment.
finding the balance between the two.
just BE.
robin.