Time…

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Written by Robin Kelley Harp-September 2016

How do you gauge time?
I wonder how much water has flowed under that proverbial bridge–
Does it really matter?
Or are there some moments where you find that time just stands still? And nothing else matters except that moment (and what you do with it)!
Take the chance!! But choose wisely–and use that moment wisely, to its fullest extent!
Do you ever wonder what might have been?
Well, we can’t go back and change everything, but sometimes if we are truly blessed in this life, there is a potential that we get another go–A do-over!!
Take the chance!!
What is the worst thing that could happen?
Okay, so you could fall on your face, but imagine the possibilities! Imagine a life where you wake up and you live your perfect day–really LIVE IT!! Not just dream about it, not just have a fantasy–but really LIVE IT!!
On all cylinders, baby!!

So Familiar a Gleam

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Written by Alexis Harp June 14, 2014

Writing inspiration: Once Upon A Dream, Lana Del Rey version from Maleficent 

The room was dimly lit; the only source of light being the sun peeking through the vintage lace curtains that protected the room from curious eyes. Bookcase fit to burst with all the books it held, a few high-backed, sturdy, plush chairs in a deep mahogany, small table in between just waiting for a cup and saucer. A Victorian apothecary cabinet with various sized jars and bottles inside, full of ominous looking substances. A stack of large tomes on top, a page tacked to the side with instructions on how to make some sort of concoction. A dresser across from that, knick-knacks covering the top, aside from a corner on which an ancient record player was placed. It sat there, proudly gleaming slightly despite the dust that encompassed everything in the room.

And, if anyone would have been there to see, they’d notice it begin to play, all of its own accord.

“I danced with you, once upon a dream…”

Beach Writing

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Written by Robin Kelley Harp–September 18th, 2013

Sitting on the edge of the foamy blue ocean.
Bare feet buried in the sandy beach.
Listening to the songs of the seagulls, with the thundering soundtrack of the waves crashing in the background.
Soaking up the rays of sunshine.
Not a single worry on my mind.