Beauty Music

While traveling across the US on tour 7 years ago with Seamus Byrne, he and I would intend new projects. The beauty music project was one of them. We wanted to create music that would encourage the inner beauty in its listeners. We wanted to create a message that true beauty is not found in a bottle of makeup or in the eyes of a fickle and blind society, but in the inner soul. Because we live in a society that has become fixated on youth and equates beauty with a size 2 female waif and a muscle bound man, we have left out 98% of the people and even the 2 percent of people with perfect bodies feel inadequate. Why? Because beauty is in the wrinkles, in the real and true self. Beauty is in the diversity of the forest and the not so perfect life. Beauty is in the hope after the flood and in the getting up after being knocked down. Beauty is in the arthritic hands that have given a lifetime of service and love. Beauty is found where beauty abides, in the still small places and in the aged faces. A child's eyes and butterflies, that is where beauty abides. And when we know that... we will feel beautiful and will be able to see true beauty in everyone we meet. Sir Charles Hammer, my friend who has now passed over to the other world, was and is a man of beauty. His hugs were truly rich and his music is forever alive. Seamus Byrne, my Irish brother and troubadour understands the beauty of the goodness of God and John Two-Hawks' music can be described as nothing if not beautiful. These three have given beautiful music to the world. Cynthia De'Robbins, your painting is exquisite as are you.

Thank you for the gift of "Beauty Music".

why

It has been a while since I have written in my blog. Working on publishing my new book of poetry "The Wind of My Soul" has taken up time as well as being on the road with the new "Vision Seeker Tour". Ok excuses behind me. Today I am wondering why? This can be a dangerous preoccupation. We may see answers we don't want to look into. At my age I am very comforted by being able to say. I don't know. The few things I do know and am convinced of I only have my own experience to depend on to know them. Like, a glimmer of hope and light will always show up in the darkest moments. Like, I will have what I need when I need it and I surely am not just this body of bones, flesh and blood. Love is worth it....Music speaks to the true self.....God is good....a true friend will forgive you....we are co-creators of our lives....chocolate is good....life and love are easy....life and love are tough...what you put into this world, you will receive from this world. Why...I don't know but who, that I know.

Live it

Live it!
Poetry and blood course through my veins.
As I crave my morning coffee, I search for words.
Coffee is my blood, cream and sugar my poetry,
my being, my essence.

What is life without the art? A structure of walls and rules.
Our spirit must soar, experience and imagine.
Our ego and fear is loud.
The self's center must be coaxed to speak above the noise.

I am love, I am beauty, I am spirit and faith.
I have nothing to fear. I lack absolutely nothing.
The storms, though my roots, will not define my wings.
Walls are for displaying art and this body is to house my spirit.


I am free to fly and to be who I am.
I delight in life and dream no small dreams.
This it it,
Live it!

April inside

April is buried deep inside my soul,
yellow sun worshippers and little purple feet huggers.
April is a hope in the chill of my bones,
it is a truth in an ocean of lies,
healing, singing, wavering, life bringer.
Rebirth after death, isn't that what we all want, what we sort of believe in December.
April says its true,
April lives in me and you!

just real

I really love living in the Ozarks. As I look out my window, everything is kind of discombobulated and uneven. The natural world is not a manicured world here. It is interesting and alive with spirit. Being a child of the 60s, I totally embraced the no bra, no makeup, no pretense era.
The misfit that I am just fit in (well that is an oxymoron). Lets just say I found a little of myself in the movement. And you can take the girl out of the 60s, but you can't take the 60s out of the girl. Oh, I do appreciate the well groomed rose garden, but I find my imagination in the little purple flower popping up to say hello amid the just real. We have a world full of beauty queens and muscle beach types. We live in a world of superficial facebook relationships and fast food friendships. Oh how I long for the times we actually touched each other and thought and actually believed in "World Peace". A time before the world changed us, when we believed we would change the world. Now from the top of the rung to the bottom, we jockey for position with strong wills and weak imaginations. I am so grateful for my Ozark home. On a trip to the bank or the grocery store, I can spend more time visiting with neighbors than doing my errands. I am so thankful for the birds, the mountains, the weedy overgrown road sides, the slow moving and talking folks that couldn't give a rats ass what I drive or where I live. I can drive past the gym, straight to the coffee shop. I can forget to comb my hair and slip on a large sweatshirt to hide my bra-less frame and the people I meet will look at me in the eyes and stir my imagination with kind conversation. You can keep your CNN and Fox News, I prefer to get my whats up from Buck Pyatt or Barbara Harmony or one of many purple flowers growing up just to say hello, growing up through imagination and beauty.......just real.

green and ancient moments

Life is new everyday and everyday old.
Green grasses and new mini purple flowers,
shower my life with passion and wings.
Stone people with wrinkled stories give me
ground to hold me to truth and responsibility.
Wings for dreaming, roots for giving.
What a perfect union of mother earth and father sky, of green and ancient moments

bling bling arbor

We are close to spring in the Ozarks. I can reach my hand out and almost touch it. I hear the little hellos from the daffodils on the side of the road. I can envision walking in the Medicine Garden and feeling the rebirth all around me. I am aware that the redbuds and dogwoods are about to fill the garden of my life with extravagant beauty. And lilacs........the smell of fresh lilacs in large vases scattered thoughout the house, with the windows open and a gentle breeze filling my nest with the awareness of my own rebirth. I love lilacs and lilies of the valley. Lilies of the Valley, pure and innocence, just plain evidence of God's abiding love! I can still remember being a child and waiting for spring vacation from school, knowing that summer and freedom was right around the corner. I have never lost that sence of wonder and hope. My life has been filled with these moments and I am too stubborn to let hatred, negativity and evil overpower the love I feel all around me. The risen Christ, the hope of humanity, the Creator of this spring rebirth has not for one moment left me or you. The cold of life and winter may create in us doubt and pain. Do not be fooled by what shouts for attention. Listen to the small voice. A lily of the valley is more powerful than a storehouse of weapons. A small candle will always illuminate no matter how dark the surrounding. I pray for you today, that in your heart you may have hope and a glimpse of spring!