tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49033471676437540292024-03-05T02:53:54.581-08:00Prone to Living LifeSunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-3677409514633729722011-11-20T21:50:00.001-08:002011-11-20T21:50:05.320-08:00In the MomentThis is the way to live.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/20/3464.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/20/s_3464.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-57583110336819203522011-10-14T17:52:00.001-07:002011-10-14T17:52:06.759-07:00JoyTea time.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/14/3331.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/14/s_3331.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-47187076930131089322011-09-03T16:28:00.001-07:002011-09-03T16:28:49.414-07:00FilledMagic remains all around us. It's easy to see. It's easy to breathe.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3845.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3845.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I remain present to the ever unfolding journey and trust in life to present it's presents.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3846.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3846.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I love and honor the view.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3848.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3848.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I honor the changing tides.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3850.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3850.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This path is golden.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3852.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3852.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Life will continue to fill my sights with such great heights.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3853.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3853.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />One day, one moment, one breath I trust that each one will be the best one yet.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/03/3854.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/03/s_3854.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Esta vida es bella.<br /><br />Es una copa llena de agua el mundo.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-43263348120901991882011-08-28T14:31:00.001-07:002011-08-28T14:31:32.091-07:00WishesPeriods 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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/28/4051.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/28/s_4051.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/28/4052.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/28/s_4052.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> 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.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-5396163213905565532011-08-14T19:48:00.001-07:002011-08-14T19:48:09.640-07:00Life<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/14/4882.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/14/s_4882.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.<br /> - Robert Brault<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-28744115615839949262011-08-03T18:52:00.001-07:002011-08-03T18:52:08.185-07:00A Belief in the Ever-Present Possibility<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/03/4572.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/03/s_4572.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />'We should recover a sense of malleability behind what is built.'<br />- Alain de Botton: Architecture of Happiness<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/03/4573.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/03/s_4573.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-19338983077906426592011-07-29T21:15:00.001-07:002011-07-29T21:15:56.051-07:00#1 HoarderI've realized that I ran into a little issue with hoarding. I hoard photos on my phone. <br /><br />Here's #1.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/29/4445.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/29/s_4445.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> I took this picture in a caffeine daze whilst studying for finals in college. <br />Hmmm...I graduated in May of 2009 and posted this pic back then. Why keep it? <br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/29/4446.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/29/s_4446.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Here's my next ginger genius #1. <br />May he sail me to more adventurous shores. <br />More #1 posts to follow until I catch up with myself and say hello.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-12212974651839032882011-07-24T17:46:00.001-07:002011-07-24T17:46:35.936-07:00Observations of LoveHere I have been. Here I am.<br /><br />I dive into each experience as an observer of the extraordinary.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/24/4446.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/24/s_4446.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I take each moment for its worth and live within each as all.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/24/4447.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/24/s_4447.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Whether it comes with smiles or quite the opposite.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/24/4448.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/24/s_4448.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The present is all we have and I am so gracious for the journey.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/24/4449.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/24/s_4449.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/24/4450.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/24/s_4450.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Whether it be by the Groovy Coovy slice or by the peace of mind that is found in acceptance. <br /><br />I accept all of the parameters of this experience as being in consciousness. I accept being in love with each experience and connection. <br /><br />I will travel and I will sing.<br />May the chorus follow.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-62143473789551847852011-06-28T18:46:00.001-07:002011-06-28T18:46:53.232-07:00Cistern of Thoughts<br />"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."<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4287.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4287.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />-Buddha<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-1877294940733841282011-06-25T11:32:00.001-07:002011-06-25T11:32:59.528-07:00Cahuilla Selhiisce (storytelling)In Native American culture, corn, bean, and squash are referred to as the three sisters.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/25/3076.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/25/s_3076.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Lovely culture.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-81774656213324404602011-06-23T16:16:00.001-07:002011-06-23T16:16:34.568-07:00Seeing Things<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/23/4102.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/23/s_4102.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />'The objects we describe as beautiful are versions of the people we love.'<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/23/4103.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/23/s_4103.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Alain de Botton "The Architecture of Happiness"<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-80011302206697102352011-06-21T14:23:00.000-07:002011-06-21T14:23:59.733-07:00Transcend<center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/21/5057.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/21/s_5057.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />
"When the last tree has died<br />
and the last river been poisoned<br />
and the last fish been caught<br />
we will realize we cannot eat money" Cree proverbSunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-63602178185640543042011-06-19T12:09:00.001-07:002011-06-19T12:09:46.538-07:00Celebrate.Let us trust ourselves as a starting point towards being fulfilled. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/19/3236.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/19/s_3236.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Seek progress and not perfection, because perfection is ultimately unknowable and unachievable.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-15189724437336091022011-06-08T23:14:00.000-07:002011-06-08T23:25:19.360-07:00Stone StudiesTogether.<br />My thoughts stack themselves. <br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1829.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1829.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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. <br />We are greater than the linear.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1830.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1830.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I picture our collective consciousness stacking stones, waiting for us to build our homes out of something more stable than commercial sociopolitical stereotypes. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1831.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1831.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/28/1832.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/28/s_1832.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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?<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/08/4704.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/08/s_4704.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I personally stack each tallest small stone knowing that before it was placed there it knew it's home. <br />Let energy bind us together, not leave us alone. <br /><br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-41229717329248942552011-06-02T19:59:00.001-07:002011-06-02T19:59:58.881-07:00Motion and Sun SetsSpontaneous Sunglasses Sunset.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/4331.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_4331.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />On each drive, feel alive.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/02/4332.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/02/s_4332.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I will, I do, I feel fine.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-59811784331434700072011-05-30T08:18:00.000-07:002011-05-30T08:20:44.288-07:00Picking Up the Pieces<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvcZmnN-sSXouW0cgwXRoY3TbgXRT6jrUjqorpjs88T6Vc7cWhbGP-nIuIPCjAm9P3QLktvjA7l_BcV4WDComP_hDxgFhHRcJSYkMWK2QtHldNQ6tYJxXKR_f7aoq7eTIjCV-bARE9HQ/s1600/Emily%2527s+Visit-1.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvcZmnN-sSXouW0cgwXRoY3TbgXRT6jrUjqorpjs88T6Vc7cWhbGP-nIuIPCjAm9P3QLktvjA7l_BcV4WDComP_hDxgFhHRcJSYkMWK2QtHldNQ6tYJxXKR_f7aoq7eTIjCV-bARE9HQ/s320/Emily%2527s+Visit-1.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />
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. <br />
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. <br />
All shall change, sooner than worry can take hold, I will greet the boulders with all the stength of my shoulders.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-4478389108090598142011-05-30T07:28:00.000-07:002011-05-30T07:28:11.243-07:00Freshen Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiQCDlUBFZAn-4QV-ZinPYpRtKZemxUvE741YLABzFZujn_nXMd-rPKd8X41N70cNKgKY5cW0lurqdZjszdJxd9Xqi_XQh5qEQTsfH2aya9PQK_7UfgXYLanR4eRyB-UjOhvE-sy1TkQ/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="165" width="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtiQCDlUBFZAn-4QV-ZinPYpRtKZemxUvE741YLABzFZujn_nXMd-rPKd8X41N70cNKgKY5cW0lurqdZjszdJxd9Xqi_XQh5qEQTsfH2aya9PQK_7UfgXYLanR4eRyB-UjOhvE-sy1TkQ/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" /></a></div>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. <br />
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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.<br />
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Thank you artfully crafted here-cup java. Cheers to the Starbucks days and onward to all the present Sunshine Seen. <br />
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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. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dL35kteRuvMIZs8IoFuRAWPUhmAGW1YyfD_z1a0MbcL5HoemSFSareQc5XumJkxCfl1gEmKtdArQFY6gJkp9mBJqNoQX2vEzkYrpbe7ZiC45ztND6QJ-Cb1XXxCbodvG7JWpu3LBXYc/s1600/IMG_7282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dL35kteRuvMIZs8IoFuRAWPUhmAGW1YyfD_z1a0MbcL5HoemSFSareQc5XumJkxCfl1gEmKtdArQFY6gJkp9mBJqNoQX2vEzkYrpbe7ZiC45ztND6QJ-Cb1XXxCbodvG7JWpu3LBXYc/s320/IMG_7282.JPG" /></a></div>Life with a view. <br />
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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. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8mEXY889Uhz2RCAKPq7_EeyvtjIR6q6bIiLZT5jJkKagRU_ug5FDAn4gI_cRA7Aa36ZRyVNAhB7RTxpfI9CWzh77m05EvleDWm2MobfruPLsnD03u3_JeAuroHcnQ24-tBPcNlmjI3E/s1600/DSC00077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="180" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8mEXY889Uhz2RCAKPq7_EeyvtjIR6q6bIiLZT5jJkKagRU_ug5FDAn4gI_cRA7Aa36ZRyVNAhB7RTxpfI9CWzh77m05EvleDWm2MobfruPLsnD03u3_JeAuroHcnQ24-tBPcNlmjI3E/s320/DSC00077.JPG" /></a></div>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. <br />
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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. <br />
Time to walk the walk like an Egyptian.Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-9615490264179874192011-05-22T19:07:00.001-07:002011-05-22T19:07:32.184-07:00Moment ArtI 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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/22/4286.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/22/s_4286.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='103' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I am relaxing, am passing through the tides of the day, and am grateful for the life I see. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/22/4287.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/22/s_4287.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='103' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/22/4288.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/22/s_4288.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='103' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-55997799477230481572011-05-12T12:14:00.000-07:002011-05-13T06:11:15.657-07:00Life Along the Vine.Deep breath, taking a moment to admire the tomatoes. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/12/2337.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/12/s_2337.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />It seems that the faster I move, I become less inclined to write.<br />That seems silly, with more velocity there is much more seen and more that is.<br />I will write as I flow and celebrate the many steps. And many tomatoes.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-16442009455641785822011-05-07T09:47:00.001-07:002011-05-07T09:50:15.260-07:00New StringsLife has me a little frayed at the edges. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/07/1744.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/07/s_1744.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br />Just can't be afraid to weather and change.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/07/1745.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/07/s_1745.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The weather is fine.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/07/1747.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/07/s_1747.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br />That's a snow capped joy in a valley of peace of mind.<br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-79835099307088355792011-05-03T15:12:00.001-07:002011-05-03T15:12:41.702-07:00White Water<br /><p align='center'><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQh0LSki4To" width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQh0LSki4To" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><!-- Fallback content --><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQh0LSki4To"><img src="http://img.youtube.com/vi/EQh0LSki4To/0.jpg" width="400" height="300" />YouTube Video</a></object></p>Flow beautifully, just as you are.<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-21361680860834765782011-04-25T00:20:00.001-07:002011-04-25T00:20:18.824-07:00All Time is HereWe found our way to the Santa Monica pier.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/9.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_9.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/10.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_10.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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...<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/11.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_11.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/12.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> 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.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/13.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />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.<br />I felt the spirit of something greater than time and the breeze of the ocean. For that I am filled with gratitude.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/25/14.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/25/s_14.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-10063771506690037222011-04-17T12:26:00.001-07:002011-04-17T12:26:28.280-07:00Wells to FillCafe seating for an exploration of thoughts.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/17/2369.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/17/s_2369.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />As I near the fill to my journal, I am grateful for the places that I put words to express the essence of thought.<br />I lower my bucket into this wishing well and gratefully pull up my fill of feeling alive. <br />It is a beautiful day. Off I go to read and enjoy my time. <br /><br />Carpe writing and the great journey of expression.<br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-73365231229557230772011-04-17T01:52:00.001-07:002011-04-17T12:27:00.692-07:00Chimps and DubstepIn the moment, you take the aligning of seemingly insignificant details as a sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/17/248.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/17/s_248.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />In my case, Cheeta the Chimp led me to Space 120 to find Skrillex spinning a post Coachella set. <br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/17/250.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/17/s_250.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />It was a bright and shiny consolation for the lack of sunshine and music festival fun in my weekend.<br /><br />Thank you Cheeta the Chimp.<br /><br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903347167643754029.post-24455785788217896582011-04-15T19:20:00.001-07:002011-04-15T19:20:50.980-07:00What's in those Wings?Cafe seating and thoughts of the day. It has been beautiful.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/15/3176.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/15/s_3176.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />A familiar scene from my past was the passing of Red Bull girls. It brought me back to a time that I chased them eagerly across my college campus. There's nothing quite like the illusion of wiiings to get through the throws of midterms and finals. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/15/3177.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/15/s_3177.jpg' border='0' width='320' height='320' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Instead of taking a bit of the over-energizing elixir, I more curiously took their leaflet of info on Red Bull. I am driven by my curiosity of promotions and the interesting ways of marketing. <br />I chuckled at the page that said: <br />What's It Really Made Of??<br /><br />Repeat after me my favorite ingredient of the day!<br /><br />Glucuronolactone.<br /><br />Say it five times quickly, switch on, flip off, and explode.<br /><br />Naturally occurring of course, natural wings. Hehe<br />Sunshine Seenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08197524331779349090noreply@blogger.com0