Kirjahaku

Every time I took a photograph of these trees it allowed me to study them, to focus in closer and my connection grew deeper. Separated by barbed wire like a Rembrandt cordoned off from the public, I often refer to this place as the 'tree museum.' This particular 'tree museum' is different than the ones I knew on the east coast. I used to take drives from NYC up to Nyack or Westchester to see the Autumn trees in all their regalia.You are probably familiar with the foliage of the elm and maple trees as they morph into winter with their striking colors of bright orange, yellow and even red. The oak trees in this west coast 'museum' are not so obvious in their beauty. Their leaves hardly change color if at all, their attractiveness subtler, more subdued. I'll admit it took time for me to see the intensity of the beauty, but that is what makes them so special. It's not always easy or obvious but it's always stunning and alluring to me. Now, I hike in the midst of these oak giants in awe of each one, their psychedelic branches dancing in all directions, recognizable and I am delighted in their presence. As I curated the images for this book, it felt like I was going through a family album; reminding me of good times, seasons, holidays and even tragedies. I have experienced solitude, magic and the great majesty of this land. I would like to live as the trees do...in confidence, faith and fearlessness. They possess a constancy that I admire and can only hope to emulate in my time here.

Looking into a cracked mirror, the reflection is imperfect and distorted. Robbie Kaye observed the imperfections of her daily life over a course of two and half years through taking self-portraits reflected in a cracked mirror.

Years ago, during a cross country driving trip to a writing fellowship Robbie Kaye drove through Bryce Canyon, leaving it, in awe. She left the canyon and passed a large white cross standing on the hill of the median. In big black letters it read, "Saturday Warrior."Mesmerized by the sight of that cross, she continued on the highway for several miles and then a feeling came over her. The intrigue was too strong, and she had to turn around and go back for this hauntingly beautiful marking.So many questions ran through her mind: who did this cross belong to?Why was it there? What is their story?As a songwriter Robbie had written many songs while driving in her car and whenever she had driven long distances, she kept a notebook close by for journaling.After seeing these crosses, Las Cruces, the words flowed as she created fictionalized voices from the crosses. Poem and poem. By the time she reached her first destiny in New York she had completed twenty-one poems of fictionalized voices coming from beneath the earth. Voices of death. Big death. She contemplated the small deaths she had experienced in her own life by that time.That trip was seventeen years ago. In her travels since that first road trip, she continues to notice crosses and photograph them. Each time she sees another cross - in Hawaii, California, Arizona, any roadside - she pauses. Takes note. Acknowledges. Robbie sees it as an occasion to ask herself: "where am I in my life?"This sign of death calls to mind little deaths. The unexpected changes: the fragility of life.Robbie Kaye takes a photograph in reverence.

Don't let the size of this book fool you. Remember good things come in small packages and you will find the words inside to be powerful. These 26 poems plus the words for thought were written not only to enlighten and inspire for personal and/or spiritual growth but also to raise awareness on some issues encouraging social growth for those who read them. Some topics touched upon include: spirituality, death, mothers, self-worth, love, motivation/inspiration, equality, accountability, domestic violence, bullying, self-rediscovery and transformation

A look into the spiritual world within the physical world.Enlighten Me... Mind, Body & SpiritYou are "Touched by the Light" every day Author of "Enlighten & Inspire Me".