In the Moment

This is the way to live.

Joy

Tea time.

Filled

Magic remains all around us. It's easy to see. It's easy to breathe.


I remain present to the ever unfolding journey and trust in life to present it's presents.


I love and honor the view.


I honor the changing tides.


This path is golden.


Life will continue to fill my sights with such great heights.


One day, one moment, one breath I trust that each one will be the best one yet.


Esta vida es bella.

Es una copa llena de agua el mundo.

Wishes

Periods of silence begin when I grow unsure of the changes occurring around me. They grow as they will until I decide that silence is not what I wish to grow. I find comfort in simple observations of shading, contrast, and bending to see different things, to grow differently, and to know what the difference means.


I'm wishing my wishes and seeing how their vibrations take form. Life will never cease to surprise me and for that I am thankful.


I let patterns present themselves and I cannot argue with the nature of the moment. I observe that transitions are infinite when we choose to have a feather for a heart and eyes set on inner light. I will shine, I will sing, and I will wish the many wishes that enrich the present ever enveloped in all time at once.

Life

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.
- Robert Brault

A Belief in the Ever-Present Possibility

'We should recover a sense of malleability behind what is built.'
- Alain de Botton: Architecture of Happiness

#1 Hoarder

I've realized that I ran into a little issue with hoarding. I hoard photos on my phone.

Here's #1.


I took this picture in a caffeine daze whilst studying for finals in college.
Hmmm...I graduated in May of 2009 and posted this pic back then. Why keep it?
There's something about photos on hand for a journey. Image after image stored on my iPhone. I can't help but feel that I've trapped a piece of me and a moment in time there in my data storage. Cheers to letting go and clearing! I honor each experience and may my joy blow on the breeze.


Here's my next ginger genius #1.
May he sail me to more adventurous shores.
More #1 posts to follow until I catch up with myself and say hello.

Observations of Love

Here I have been. Here I am.

I dive into each experience as an observer of the extraordinary.


I take each moment for its worth and live within each as all.


Whether it comes with smiles or quite the opposite.


The present is all we have and I am so gracious for the journey.


There are people in this world who lift each other up, those who protect us, and simply we were all awakened here to share this wavelength however it is served.


Whether it be by the Groovy Coovy slice or by the peace of mind that is found in acceptance.

I accept all of the parameters of this experience as being in consciousness. I accept being in love with each experience and connection.

I will travel and I will sing.
May the chorus follow.

Cistern of Thoughts

"The thought manifests as the word; The word manifests as the deed; The deed develops into habit; And habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care, And let it spring from love. Born out of concern for all beings."


-Buddha

Cahuilla Selhiisce (storytelling)

In Native American culture, corn, bean, and squash are referred to as the three sisters.


Lovely culture.

Seeing Things

'The objects we describe as beautiful are versions of the people we love.'


- Alain de Botton "The Architecture of Happiness"

Transcend

"When the last tree has died
and the last river been poisoned
and the last fish been caught
we will realize we cannot eat money" Cree proverb

Celebrate.

Let us trust ourselves as a starting point towards being fulfilled.


Seek progress and not perfection, because perfection is ultimately unknowable and unachievable.

Stone Studies

Together.
My thoughts stack themselves.
These quiet observations collect and when the right wind blows through, a more profound structure is formed. The dots connect, the stones stack, and I am more at home in my head than anywhere else.


I love to read the lines in the sand. I observe where we stand and marvel at the implications of divisions that we impose upon ourselves socially and societally. Perhaps it was my youth filled with many different views of culture that led me to stand by the notion that we are all in one gnarly game of make believe. It's written in the stones. It's ancient and yet present. There is the age old struggle that we must overcome.
We are greater than the linear.


I picture our collective consciousness stacking stones, waiting for us to build our homes out of something more stable than commercial sociopolitical stereotypes.


The details in the fabric speak of a more simple truth ingrained in present complexity. It begins with arguing that anything complicated breaks down to something very simple.


Embedded in the sand and stones of our time remain all that there is. We break things down to classify them as separate. We break ourselves down and away from each other to feel distinct, for comparison of this separate state. There's a whole web to be spun. What are we writing?


I personally stack each tallest small stone knowing that before it was placed there it knew it's home.
Let energy bind us together, not leave us alone.

Motion and Sun Sets

Spontaneous Sunglasses Sunset.


On each drive, feel alive.


I will, I do, I feel fine.

Picking Up the Pieces

 
Here are a few pasted pieces that created a whole. It took months, changes, and a sudden bit of inspiration on the breeze to blow in the moment for this to be pieced together. Simple yet an entire embodiment of the energy left at Skull Rock. To me it evokes a feeling, not a place or time. It flows to the right, life flows with the light of things and I can't help but smile at how the laughter comes and goes. I'm cetain it echoes somewhere, there in those stones. Upon the breeze it rustles the unruly Joshua Trees.
My life's lists of tasks seem to be tricking me into not seeing the sights or looking to the right while balancing on stones in serene scenes anywhere near as much as I should.
All shall change, sooner than worry can take hold, I will greet the boulders with all the stength of my shoulders.

Freshen Up

A swirled cup of latte art, the remnants of coffee house barista days, as beautiful and as playful as it smiles at me -- no longer embodies me.

These were my thoughts as I took a moment to look at myself as embodied in the profile of this blog. All sorts of sort were outdated, from my age, to my place, to my thoughts on what I call the service I offer to the world via employment. As I corrected and readjusted, this sunny cup of joe with a thoughtful mocha drizzle stood out as needing to retire.

Thank you artfully crafted here-cup java. Cheers to the Starbucks days and onward to all the present Sunshine Seen.

iProne, this is the home to the images that I capture -- at first limited only to the work of my iPhone, but now I see that so many images need a home. I collect and wait for the moment to revisit these shots, and that's what I have here. My moment. The moment.

Life with a view.

This visit to edit profile information sent a jolt of prolific information. Amongst the many motions of my life movement this is a place for my fruit. I am quick to tell myself I am in a rhythm with blogging, with documenting, with noting the glorious -- yet the cup of sunshine profile begged the differ. I answer the beg with a renewed sense of motion in the vast internet ocean on which I choose to quietly document my sail. Of course I have a head filled with next steps with domains, meaning, or hey - even the hope that a few pair of eyes find enough joy here to regularly read. For all of this I must regularly feed my pictures and my life to the Sunshine Seen scene. I am Prone to Living Life after all.

It seems when things accelerate and seem to be increasing in meaning, I quiet down and withdraw. Why hesitate? Perhaps I'm just skipping from place to place and the pace is just messing me up. Clearly this life is a joy and overjoyed I sit here today typing up a coffee shop storm. The forecast is heavy abundance with a good chance of change. I'll let the rest go, float along the breeze, deliver my thoughts to the places that they drift and so it shall be.

So from a little bit of denial to flowing positive energy to this blog like the Nile, I will let my present and ancient mingle.
Time to walk the walk like an Egyptian.

Moment Art

I have a head swirling with thoughts and a camera roll packed with exciting pictures. Instead, I found myself playing with my present moment in panorama.


I am relaxing, am passing through the tides of the day, and am grateful for the life I see.


I find myself painting my life as my greatest work of art. The improvisation has made my heart sing and brushed up quite a beautiful frame.


There is sunshine and an entire palette of inspiration. I am resting, and resting assured that all of life's greatness will continue spilling through each thoughtfully captured frame.

Life Along the Vine.

Deep breath, taking a moment to admire the tomatoes.


It seems that the faster I move, I become less inclined to write.
That seems silly, with more velocity there is much more seen and more that is.
I will write as I flow and celebrate the many steps. And many tomatoes.

New Strings

Life has me a little frayed at the edges.


Methodically I removed the pegs and unwind. I've got gratitude for the new strings. They wont hold a steady pitch at first, but I trust that they will hum with a song that carries.
Just can't be afraid to weather and change.


The weather is fine.


I do my best to let life's scene in motion be exactly what I want to see. Each day I get to wake up and do exactly what I wish to be doing. I am exactly where I am going, I am here.

That's a snow capped joy in a valley of peace of mind.

White Water

Flow beautifully, just as you are.

All Time is Here

We found our way to the Santa Monica pier.


There's something unique about mornings in the Los Angeles area. The skies are filled with clouds and you don't really quite know if the sun will make an appearance.


We've sort of learned to just smile and take in the moment and its breeze because before you know it, here comes the sun. Do do do do...


Then you might find yourself in a predicament such as ours, one where the sun has convinced you that all you need is love and not a bit more careful application of sunscreen.


A bit sunkissed but certainly filled with adventure bliss, I remind myself that this is the moment I've been waiting for. I am present to a steady flow of motion and I am on deck.


On this boardwalk I felt all sorts of feels. This pier is the everything lackluster of carney rides and tourist temptations, but there's more to the story. I could sense that the weathered and trodden wood of the pier itself had soul. After all, it's the end of route 66, what rich history my path seems to keep crossing.
I felt the spirit of something greater than time and the breeze of the ocean. For that I am filled with gratitude.