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 All sorts of sort were outdated, from my age, to my place, to my thoughts on what I call the service I offer to the world via employment.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.