robin’s song
“to the artist, to make the most of time”
a little bird once laid on me
intelligence in four short words
“be here right now.” philosophy
astonishing if not absurd –we’re always Here. we’re always Now,
but humans linger in the past
endless Regretfuls we allow
to turn Today to overcastso mindfulness in pithy phrase
may Zen-pretentiousness suppose,
but practice it – the mind’s malaise
will fade to nothing, decomposefriend Robin sang and told a True
I strive for all my waking days:
“take risks! make messes! and pursue
both Love and Art, without delay.”
I carry the card I received from Robin Smith at the end of April, and read it from time to time. “Are you writing?” she asked. That’s how she ended every note, email, or card. Am I writing? Yes. It’s hard some days, and I think, The market is so weird right now; I’m not going to sell this, no one wants to hear this type of life…, but that isn’t her question, is it?
Are you writing? Are you refusing to do anything but be in the moment, and put it on the page? Then, you’re doing the job.
Our Jules did Robin proud in a profoundly moving Horn Book tribute. Sometimes having the right words is itself a gift. ♥
Seen on a sidewalk in Poulsbo~ (grrrr, can’t get my photo to upload)
“Be happy for this moment.
This moment is your life.”
Applicable on so many levels.