In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you. -Leo Tolstoy

in the name of god, please stop!
stop time and live in the moment,
be who you want to be
and live

tell the world what needs to be said
look around you
see who you are
just be

pause your thoughts and open your mind
free your sole from your body
let your mind wander
free yourself

live for once in your god dam life
tell the ones you love, you care
hug and hold and never let go
show them

try to tell the earth to stop spining
see what happends, just see
it won't listen
it can't

come to realize you can't go back
you will never be able to,
what has been said cannot be undone
no regrets

the butterflys path

today we were assigned to look at some people in today's society that decided to take the road less traveled by and make a differences in the world or just stand up for something they believed in. out of all the people we looked at i chose Julia Butterfly Hill, she stayed in a tree for 2 years to make a stand against trees being cut down. just hearing her story made me feel so happy to know that there are people that will make a stand for things that cant make a stand for them selves. i started to think of where i am in life and what path i want to take but i know that every time i come to that fork in the road of my life i find my self venturing off into the woods to make my own way. iv come to realize that i don't like taken the paved road or the one filled with bumps and rocks, i like to plow throw the forest and see what will surprise me. i hope that when people look at my choices they will feel more comfortable to do the same or at least try something different and choose an unfamiliar path.

how im going to save the world (my little step)

this year iv decided to save the world in my own way. i was thinking about what i could do to save money but not be bored wile doing it. because its almost summer time, i have decided to stay outside as much as posiable. being outside i wont be using as much electricity as i would be if i was inside. by the end of the summer i wont only save money but i will also get more exercise and become healthier, not to mention i could get a nice little tan (but i like my pail skin so im going to use some sunblock).

heres an all natural sunblock you can make:

Things You'll Need:

• Olive Oil or Almond Oil
• Beeswax
• Zinc Oxide (found in most stores with the diaper rash treatment)

1. Step 1
   
   Olive Oil

   On low, heat 1 cup of Olive or Almond Oil. You can purchase either of these oils in grocery stores, discount chains, health food retailers, or online.

2. Step 2
   
   Beeswax

   Add 1 oz of crumbled beeswax to the heated oil. Continue on low until the wax melts completely. It is advised to visit a local bee keeper to harvest the wax. If one can not be located in your area, it can also be found in most craft stores in the candle making section or at health food stores.

3. Step 3

   Remove the mixture from the heat and immediately add 2 Tablespoons of the zinc oxide. Tubes can be purchased at most stores in the "diaper rash" treatment aisle. Mix thoroughly.

4. Step 4
   

   Pour the complete mixture into a sealable container. As it cools you may notice some separation of the ingredients. If this occurs you can shake to remix. If necessary you can set the container in a bowl of warm water to soften the mixture before shaking.

5. Step 5
   

   Apply as needed. Remember to eat foods that boost your body's natural sunscreen for added protection.

time magizine atrical by nancy gibbs (my out look)

after reading this article about the women raped in the military i became very infuriated! it just gos to show that woman are still looked at as sex toys and we are being stepped on and men just think they can walk all over us. i don't see how this happens in the first place, as a woman if this was to happen to me i would not stand for it, i would not be scared to be demoted either. i would kick some ass and teach them a thing of two!! woman have rights too, surprise surprise!! oh my goodness its a miracle! i know that might shock a few of you out there but its true there was a women's rights movement. I'm sick of women being looked at as some scared little rag doll the can be jumped easily and taken in for a mans pleasure. in this article there was a statement that says "what dose it tell us that female soldiers deployed overseas stop drinking water after 7 p.m. to reduce the odds of being raped if they have have to use the bathroom at night?" once i read that i started to think, we are to be so scared of being raped that we deprive ourselves form water so we are less likely to go pee in the middle of the night. i say that women start to pump some iron and have more self defeats classes and i say that all men accused and found guilty get a full punishment, a brutal, horrifying, painful punishment!! AND!! if a women come forward to admit that a fellow soldier has raped her she SHOULDN'T be demoted and ashamed for telling the truth, she should be honed for having the guts and tell the truth, NOT SHUSHED!

todays assiment

William
who is long gone, historic, and rotting in the ground
who if from the time of diversity and judgment
who loved to sit inside his mind and create wonderful poems and plays
who felt free and proud with his work
who needed to change the world even if he didnt mean too
who gives us all inspiration
who feared the chances of death
who would have loved to see how we still read his work today
who shares with us his life everyday
who was born in 1564
who died in 1616 on the day of his birthday
annance

10 years later and nothing looks the same (hook)

with the orange and blue flames rising from the coal behind the glass, the house is quite and no ones home after last nights fight, its no surprise. this house wasn't ment to be a war zone. wasn't it built to be a home? all the anger, all the hate, its all in my blood; squeezing my eyes shut i force all my hate tainted blood to my hands and they pulsate with anger and i run to my room and slam the world shut behind me. digging throu the mass of broken objects iv recently throne at my wall my hands find a large sheet of clear plastic, i frantically cover my walls and drag out my paint box covered with years angry paint. in the darkness of my closet, safe from the world, i find my beautiful pure canvases and easel. my hands shake in anticipation as i quickly thro up my easel and softly place my canvases on its ledge, with a sigh of calmness at its sight i pick up my brush and close my eyes replaying the fight in my mind, the anger cascades back to my hands and i'm forsed to atack its white surface with all the colors on my palette. my heart pounds as the molded words scream in my ear, the blood rushing to my brain and bulging my eyes with salted tears and finaly my knees give out and i fall. on my floor i sit with my eyes shut and my ears left in peace. im scared that if i recognize my surroundings it will all return but i just sit, speechless, motionless, but my head throbs in pain. slowly i open my eyes and the sight of my arms is calming, the paint splashed up my arms and across my chest and legs, the colors makes me go into a trance and i rub my hands together to feel it squish between my fingers. my once pure canvases is now stained with beauty and anger. behind my door i can hear my mothers voice calling to me and everything starts to spin and i close my eyes but her voice gets louder and louder. the door swings open and so do my eyes. the once paint covered walls are now covered in a custard yellow floral print wallpaper and my belongings have vanished along with the paint that was resting on my arms. im back to my own realty, far from my past

10years later

every year had a new experiance, wher i live, what i am doing, who i see, the people i meet, the place i go, all different and all so intressting. when i was in high school my english teacher asked me where i saw my self in ten years and i have to say that i really didnt know what i would be doing with my life, actuly i didnt even know what i would be doing the next day let alone ten years later, but that was the day i really started to think about my futcher. so i went to college for art and became an art teacher and left the states and explored the world, when i got back to the states i went to cosmotolagy school and now word as a high school art teacher and im a make up artis for the decised at the local morgs at night.