• Art,  Life,  Truth,  Writing

    COVID-19 and Staying Connected

    How did we get to this strange and unfamiliar place in our history? I remember reading about pandemics in high school in the early ’80s. It was a vague concept in which a lot of people got sick and died. During those times, the sickness took over. Now here we are.

    2020. By all accounts, the numbers of death and sick are rising daily. How do we wrap our heads around that fact? That in 2020, we do not have the supplies and medicines to protect lives. How do we stay connected in this time of ‘social distancing’? Will this new focus on our homes and families change how we live, going forward, or will we revert back to our old ways as soon as ‘the coast is clear’? I wonder about these things.

    Me? I love being home. I’m an introvert. But… I’m connecting with folks virtually through art and writing workshops I’m hosting (or attending). Why? Because humans thrive on connections, so we will enjoy Wordplay Wednesdays and Mixed Media Fridays in an effort to stay connected as we ‘make and shelter’ in place. And who doesn’t want to play with words + colors??

    I’m also connecting with neighbors as we smile and wave when out for a walk – at a safe distance, of course. In the past two weeks, I’ve seen more families out riding bikes together in our neighborhood than I have in the two years we’ve lived here. It makes my heart smile to see the subtle shifts in behaviors. Or, maybe not so subtle.. Maybe it’s the thinking that’s subtle as we adjust to our new norms during these trying times.

    I wish you and your family safe and healthy outcomes and hope to see you online in our first-ever virtual Creative Play A-Z sessions this month – all for free – my gift to you, friend. Studios subscribers are invited to join us as we explore words + colors with others… from the safety of our homes.

    images from RobinLK Studios and virtual art and writing workshop announcement
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    signature  Robin RobinLK Studios
  • Breast Cancer Logo Butterfly
    Life,  Truth

    She has cancer.

    September 30, 2014. The phone call. We heard the words. I wasn’t surprised based on the weeks leading up to that day. We are three girls in our family. We rally when we need to. Doctors’ appointments followed by waiting. Then the diagnosis. Our baby sister then 34, was starting a battle that claims so many. A mom of three and really a baby herself (at least to her two older sisters), our baby sister was scared to death. And so were we.

    October 2014 – A small smile hides the many worries before starting treatment…..

    And so it began…. six months of doctors’ visits, hospital visits, chemo, baldness, finding strength, and being so sick. Her daughter, then five, struggled to understand – even asking mommy not to come to school. Then, the day after her 35th birthday – surgery. Her life and her body were permanently altered. Watching her fight the battle was intense, sometimes surreal, and always painful. I wished so badly to take it away from her. For her.

    2015…… Surgery day

    Five years later, she is healthy and living life to its fullest. She ‘takes no shit,’ loves with her heart on her sleeve, and sees every detail in her world. She slayed the dragon but is always aware that another could appear. Now happily married to her soul mate, she makes no apologies for living life on her terms. She is wild. And mouthy. Responsible. And loving. Purposeful. And carefree. She is authentic.

    April 2018 – Wedding Day!

    On this five-year anniversary, and ironically on the eve of Breast Cancer Awareness month – a fact that did not go unnoticed five years ago for us – I remind you with love and awareness – to take care of yourself and support those fighting cancer.

    Love you, Baby Sister….

  • Life,  Poetry,  Truth,  Writing

    Of All the Places….

    a handwritten poem in a journal

     

    of all the

    places,

    i remember it

    best.

     

     

     

    our house

    on the corner –

    suburban Miami

    circa 1970s:

    3 bedrooms.

    long hallway.

    “florida” room.

    tall

    heater

    on

    the

    living room

    wall.

    a front porch

    for making

    mud pies.

    sunday dinners

    on

    the

    homemade table.

    jumping fish.

    spilled spaghetti….

    slid

    right

    off

    the

    plate!

    boy, was mom

    mad!

    nail polish

    in

    the

    carpet.

    a bunny

    (and his poo!)

    in.the.house.

    a dog

    playing

    in

    our

    yard.

    pulling weeds

    every

    weekend.

    cleaning

    the

    bathroom.

    my bedroom

    with

    corner windows.

    always

    rearranging

    my

    books.

    lots of books.

    writing.

    lisa t

    lived across

    the street

    and one house

    over.

    cute mark,

    her older brother.

    his lisp

    made him cuter!

    terriann and

    her little sister

    lived

    across and behind.

    not so cute.

    indeed.

    riding

    our

    bikes.

    teaching

    gran

    to ride.

    a dark,

    rainy

    night

    that

    brought

    thieves.

    lawnmower

    stolen

    right out

    of

    the

    neighbor’s

    shed!

    a normal life

    then….

    a real neighborhood:

    neighbors.

    playing

    outside

    ‘til dark.

    friends.

    a safe backyard

    complete with

    playhouse —

    adorned with

    windows and

    flowers.

    a mom.

    a dad.

    a little sister.

    {before there were two}

    pets.

    chores.

    laughing.

    fighting.

    celebrations.

    arguments.

    getting

    in

    trouble.

    on

    restriction. . . .

    a

    wooden

    paddle!

    summer

    camp.

    .

    .

    .

    of all the

    places,

    i remember it. . . . .

    best.

     

    ~ Robin Le Roy-Kyle

    January 15, 2017