walk on.

You have the choice to live life they way you want.

or walk away from it all.

I have a dear friend that recently moved to new york. no job. not knowing what to expect.

not even knowing if it will work out in the end.

but she went for it.

packed her stuff up and left;

because that is what she wanted.

Obviously at this point in my life. i can't pack up and travel the world.

but her brave step forward in life affected me..

and made me want to follow my dreams that much more.

so i thank her.

for inspiring me to walk on. 

free.the.bird.

discovering your "me-ish-ness"

I'm finding it less and less appealing to be around people just for the sake of being around people. I truly love spending time with myself and just being. Although I feel like I may be turning into somewhat recluse it feels so right. Actually, I think it's exactly what i need right now. Yes, having and spending time with friends and acquaintances is great and all but I think i'm really passing that period of my life where I crave constant external stimulation. Time to seriously take a seat in my soul and turn within for longer periods of time.

-sunshine

Determination

your almost craving your destination, you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest its beating so hard, and your feeling that even if you had a chance to take in all the oxygen in the world it wouldn't satisfy your need for it at this moment, legs are starting to loose feeling but ache at the same time and you even consider if this is possible, your feet hit the cold wet earth at a constant beat you want to stop but almost feel like your legs have taken control and just keep hitting the ground over and over again, you finally have spotted the goal you have set up for yourself, foot by foot you get closer now your there, but then suddenly you have this drive to go on past into the unfamiliar, you dont know why you feel this way but you all the sudden tune everything out you go above the pain above your lungs collapsing and push forward, when you finally realize you can do this, you know you have your own individual determination.

-sunshine

Indigos (: read this!

/http://wedharma.com/creativity-lifestyle/the-indigo-children/

-sunshine!!

cody schibi sketchbook project 2011...

And this one (:

-sunshine

watchh this (:

Last Leaf

letting go.

Participated in a full moon ceremony last night.

it made such an amazing impact.

We wrote on a paper what we wanted to let go of,

those that wanted to went around the circle and read theirs,

those that didn't just threw it into the fire.

i wanted to let go of feeling the pressure of others to feel like i have to be someone else to fit in.

I want to let go of feeling like i have to be fake.

i am me. and that is who i am suppose to be.

and i threw it in the fire.

Then we learned about how saying "i am..." is saying "God in me is..." and by thinking this you will rid of negative thoughts.

you wouldn't want to say "I am the fattest, ugliest (teen girl things)" because thats not what you are.. and thats not what God is. Whether you believe in a God, or not a higher power is in you.. or you connect with and that is not what describes them.

Rather say "i feel..."

i found that it really does make a difference.

we spent the rest of the night chanting, and dancing, and i felt

FREE.

If you ever have a chance to participate in one, do!

it is life changing. 

free.the.bird

Bon Jovi - (You Want To) Make A Memory

-sunshine

Nostalgia

A poem from the book i'm currently reading... The Perks Of Being A Wallflower. you all need to read.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
     he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
     because what was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
     and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
     and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
     took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
     with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
     Valentine signed with a row of X's
     and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
     he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
     because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
     and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
     because of its new paint
And the kids told him
     that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
     with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
     when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
     his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
     when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
     he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
     because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
     and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
     because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
     of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
     making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
     or even talked
And the girl around the corner
     wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
     but he kissed her anyway
     because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
     his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
     he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
     because this time he didn't think
     he could reach the kitchen.

-sunshine

something i wrote last year, but still rings true:

525,600 minutes of only letting the comfort of the defined frame set around my eyes be the satisfaction of what i climb for. the structure of the idea of a young girls dream lead to this surreal fantasy that turned this life around. making continuous routes and endless rays of light. until the control of a hopeless tragedy began to let this beautiful dream slip away. to become only but a kept promise and a withdraw from whatever it was that made the world stop turning. it wasn't that we forgot. it wasn't that we had to grow. what it was. we won't know. why it's not able to fix, depends upon the vows we swore to keep dreaming of.

i let myself fall short. keeping nothing close,, running from every possibility that could help turn the lights on, planting seeds and and picking the flowers that grow. watering the sheets of what i slept on. piercing the flaws of a unique limb on a ineffable, undefinable, creation.

for the insanity that kept us sane that planted our every waking minute to the adventure i swore to be a dream, the insanity that kept our eyes wide open to find endless possibilities and the strength of tomorrow, that insanity kept me sane. you insane filthy mind. believe that it will be ok. and that this world is scary, and knowing that i vowed 525,600 minutes ago. and for the passed 262,800 minutes i yearn only for the best. the beauty of the breakdown: i'm still here. and that i can all i can. but for now. i close my eyes and dream only because dreaming is all i ever knew. letting reality, eff over.

i don't know what next.
because the creation only the world has one of can't be. with out the soul, where is she now? flown south for the winter.

eastern sky, broken sundown. let the sun rise and swing me backwards looking up to only see my feet.

-sunshine

perspectives.

its easy to see things one way.

go out of your way to see it another.

free.the.bird

questioning.

if you care.
show you care.
don't make others doubt whether you will be there for them in the end.
know who you are and don't make others question you.
you don't have to prove anything to anyone,
but in the end there are people you care about.
don't let them slip through because of their doubt.
life is short,
don't waste time worrying about what others think about you.
Hold on to the ones that care.
and in the end they will be there.
actions speak louder then words.
you can tell someone you love them for days and years of your lives.
but until you prove it
it means absolutely nothing.
do not make people fear to care to much,
because of the doubt they have of your care.
in the end.. it ruins people.
rips people apart and tears them down.
don't leave them questioning.
care or not.

and prove it.



free.the.bird

is fearless explainable? 

or is that why it is so troublesome, unexplainable.

because we virtually cannot see fearless. 

it is not something we live to be.

rather, just the state at which your universe is one.

along with the changing acts it posses.

being alone, really just is one with the world and every universe.

being alone is fearless.

being alone is not lonely.

being alone is not lonely.

being alone is not lonely.

being alone is everything in your universe, virtually unexplainable.

schmanigo

who will you be?

sorry its so long haha :)
Nothing intellectual. inspirational. just realization i'd like to share.
i never truly realized how much i can influence someone until the past couple months.
(this isn't to be a pat on the back, im so great.. it really is just wanting everyone to realize how great they are.. and how much they can truly change someones life)
... story one.
My brother has a roomate who is an amazing guy, his name is eddie and has taken me in like a little sister. You never know who a person is just by looking at them.. i came to realize this when my brother told me about his life.
he had everything, he was married, had a child, a beautiful home, and owned his own landscaping business at the age of 23.. millionaire. things didn't work out and they got a divorce.. but instead of being on good terms.. the wife decided to ruin his life. took everything. he was left with a tv... he can't see his child again because the wife.. lied. to put it nicely. anyways. he tried to start over.. but has gone through a lot of depresion, gotten into drugs.. and was just at a low... started working at buckle.. met my brother.. and they became the best of friends. during thanksgiving time.. my brother said"mom would it be chill if i invited eddie" my mom said of course.. and she called to make sure he felt welcomed. on the phone he said "i want you to know how much this means to me" my mom was some what taken back because his voice was shaking... (he use to be a professional wrestler haha) my mom just said "of course, your like a son to us.." his reply was "jenae.. i haven't had a thanksgiving for the past four years. i have sat home by myself, because i have no family, and no one thought to invite me" of course my mom was in tears. he came.. and he felt like family.. and was so greatful for everything. we sit around the table and say three things we are greatful for.. when his eyes filled with tears and he said "i couldn't be more greatful for your hospitality and how much you have embraced me as your family. I haven't felt that in a really long time, and you have changed my life forever." haha im bawling. my moms bawling.. everyones bawling.
but it made me realize.
a simple.. invitation. that meant hardly anything to us because it was so simple changed someones life.
story two.
haha in my room i have inspire, create, dream, words im sure we all love around.. and throughout the past year or two free.the.bird has been my.. inspiration.. i guess. ha and i just saw my little sisters humanities folder where "free the bird!!" was written in huge letters, along with freedom, inspire, create, haha all these words.
You teach by example.
We all see a different outlook to the world, and individuals surrounding us are watching... We must be inspiration to everyone. Live in such a way you would not be ashamed. live to inspire. not to be famous or go down in history. but live to inspire those all around you, to make the world a better place. Who knows if we will be the next Ghandi... but make peace, and inspire all those that you can. who will you chose to be?



free.the.bird

break fears.
why are we scared of walking and others seeing us?
can we practice the art of nothing?
why, nothing matters?



sunshine and schmanigo

A few things that matter...

Life is sacred:

Live on purpose.

Be intoxicated with this world and astonished with the world you imagine.

Growth is a journey... success doesn't require arrival.

Want what you already hold. Give no place to public opinion.

Delight in your friends. Practice the art of doing nothing.

Embrace moments of grace. Give the child in you a wide sky.

Understand that laughter is prayer.

-terry hershey

-sunshine(:

Enjoy! -Twiggs

what's stopping you?

As human beings, we all have something in common;

we all get one life to live and one life only.

 Live it as the spiritual being you were meant to be;

 live it with love, courage and the thirst for unlimited possibilities.

The answer to the question of "what is stopping me" is not scientific, or complex, it is simple. 

It's you.

 The most valuable gift that you have is your life, so live life on your terms versus someone else's.

Be a person of a thousand dreams, but be more than that,

be a person of a thousand dreams that had the courage to take a step towards

making them reality.

Dare to take that step.

Rid of the doubt within you.

Don't look back on the past and wish things were different,

be greatful for the person you are now, because at one point what you did was what

you needed at that very second.

but do not live a life of regret.

you are you, and that is the greatest blessing you have.

What's stopping you?

nothing. because you can be more than that.

You ARE more than that.

free.the.bird.

intense

pain is to seeing as beauty is to feeling
love is an ability, not an emotion
attraction is an opinion
faith is nothing, it's the hope for something
believing is not seeing, it's trust
truth
there is no truth
it's relative
nothing is nothing. it is simply the absence of something
life is a test
morality is a choice
god is a belief to give reason to try
trying is hoping for something better
to be better is to be great
but in theory aren't we all great
complaining is a form of insecurity
one is lazy because one is afraid
fear is a prison characterized as an emotion
adaption is a talent
acceptance is a rarity
class does not choose where you belong, integrity does.
anger is to be lost as love is to be found
life is inevitable

schmanigo

TIME

What a hindrance, time

a material idea

to limit us

DrinkIndigo

KALEIDOSCOPE MISSION

we will have missions.

these missions do not have a time limit, yet you must share 

what you have experienced with the mission.

in any shape or form.

apply these missions to your life.

not part way, but really take them seriously 

and let them take you on a journey.

notice shadows.

shapes, the light, the colors, the time, repetitive, moving, textured.

if you have an idea for missions in the future, comment on the last mission 

(so it would be this one) so there is no confusion and we can make

sure we do

all of them

remember, pictures are worth more than 5 gagillion words.

schmanigo

one day.

favorite song. as of right now.
if you like beat box.. look up this song live with beat box... you might have an accident.
is that alright to post.
well.
i did.
haha hope you like it as much as i doooo(:




free.the.bird

Do not let your fire go out,

spark by irreplaceable,

spark in the hopeless swaps of the

not quite,

not yet,

and the not at all.

Do not let the hero in your soul perish in the lonely frustration

for the life you deserved

and have never been able to reach.

The world you desire can be won.

it exists.

it is real.

it is possible.

it is yours.

-Ayn Rand.





free.the.bird.

these are a few pages from my book (:

sunshine (:

This is just our petite art, blog-pal swapping

schmanigo

By Lori Field

fogged sites of our lives