Companions

Now you will feel no rain

For each of you will be

 shelter to the other.

Now you will feel no cold

For each of you will 

feel warmth to the other.

Now you will feel no loneliness

For each of you will be

companions to the other.

Now you are two persons

But there is only one life 

between  you two.

Lit

Never let ever

Never let ever happen again

The fall needs no remembrance

of its past due.

Have you seen this new light

The light of cheer

How can you see through me

I risk to lose

when the light can not be canvassed

Why should we waist time

Fallen but yet revived

When I see you again

Will it be you

sometimes I risk to lose....

more than a thought, more than a dream

JR 9/26

Graceful when needed the most

There are some days that makes you wonder to yourself...

Show me how to love again. And then you get over that 

and find the true feelings that you need in order to make 

your life whole. Just a simple "how was your day?", or 

"Can I help you with something?" I've never had a 

significant other that really could support me with the help that 

I needed to succeed in life. It was refreshing to receive this 

tonight as I am going through some tough times. The text said

 

"(Jeremiah 29:11)I know you are frustrated. Just remember God is in charge and will take care of you. :)"

^{This made my week. Such powerful words, when I needed them the most.}

 

Post Traumatic Summer Syndrome

Summer.

What am I doing?

It's been at least a month and a half since I've blogged.

Am I depressed?

Do I have nothing to say?

I feel like I am at a loss for words.

I haven't even painted for at least a month.

Or written a poem.

I'm not sure if it's a bummed out factor....

or just life catching up with me.

Mononucleosis slowed me down a few weeks ago.

Maybe that is a small culprit.

My facial hair is getting long.

As long as my "to do" list is this summer.

I really need to turn this around.

This isn't what Summer is about.

It's really not.

Here's to finding the Answer.

Soon.

Everyone.

Source: etsy.com via Chrissy on Pinterest

I'm ecstatic over this.

Ever since I was in high school

I loved attending my big sisters 

art openings. SF Art Institute shows, Davis

shows, Oakland shows etc... You could say I was 

really enthralled with the way art could be

showcased in such a public forum.  

The past few years I have gotten the green

 thumb for painting. I do small paintings 

for friends and friends of friends. But lately, I 
have been asked to do larger more intimate canvas'.
The Restaurant Martini Sky in Danville is most well
known for formerly being Patrick Davids, a company that 
I used to work for many years. They have changed the 
outlook though on their restaurant. Smaller tapas with 
over 80 martinis to choose from. 

Below are the other two large canvas' that I was able

 to create for the walls of the restaurant. I'm 

just really excited for the opportunity 

to get these out in public. Being a young painter

inspires me to get more of this stuff out there, so

that people can see more of my crazy work 

on the walls elsewhere.

By the way, you need to check out the menu at the bottom. 

My buddies who are the bartenders named a martini

after me. It's really sweet, just like me... Haha Inspiration comes in

 all sizes.  Take what you want from each experience

 and you will grow.

STATE TEST

My third graders are taking the CST for the next two weeks.

That's California State Test for anyone that is not up to par with education these days. Now with my limited experience at
the third grade level tells me that this will be a very tough
challenge for them. As I look back at the year, I notice the strides that my students have made. Both educationally and maturity wise. 

Patience

A sweet lesson on patience. 

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Bliss

The reason that I am so in love with this band is that they remind me so much of my favorite band U2. This concert had so many intricacies, that it made it unbelievable. First of all, by far the wristbands. Each person received a light up wristband that was controlled by the band and their producers. It would start blinking during songs and made the concert so interactive. Every song had something that made me love being at this concert. Confetti butterflies during songs, enormous neon laced balloon balls being thrown around to get everyone involved. I just had a lot of fun listening to great music. Sometimes stuff like this comes around to get you intrigued about the next day in your life. I'm in a pretty happy mood today. I think I may go paint.



                                     

I Love..........

I Love Sunny Days. I Love painting oils mixed in with mediums. I Love my Friends. I Love Pandora. I Love forgiveness. I Love being creative. In my life and in my actions. I Love Mumford, The Xx, Kid Cudi and Sigur Ros. I know, I know such variety. I Love books that answer the call in which you are searching for. I Love concerts where you can sing at the top of your lungs. I Love students that work so hard that their work mimics a genius. I Love really nice wine. I also love triple creme Brie to go along with that wine. I Love my IPhone and all that it entails. I Love being humble. I Love Mt. Diablo and the opportunities it reveals to my heart. I Love Panera Salads. I Love breaks. I Love my style of art. I Love Justice, Coldplay, and Angus and Julia Stone. I Love an empty chair and a notebook. I Love the chance at impressing others by what I do every day. I Love Jesus. I Love SEP cards found everywhere. I Love Philadelphia. I Love weekly catchups with my mom at Starbucks. I Love wood fire Pizza. I Love when people tell me that my blog is a mish mash. I am in Love with the Loves of my life. Until next time. 

prose

Guard the heart with inevitable caution

Stopping the urge of unique love brings tears

The search for the equal in me cries out

Joy surrounds my core when my smile can't fade

Things lost are like a revolving facade

Only to power a soul for mature growth

Caution drives out the chance of letdown

Grace, Communication and Honesty are my answer to

Weed out any fear of the thought of inevitable caution.

An inability to love.

I believe there is a difference between a Love Story, and a Story, about Love. Love stories are, romantic. They are about, love itself and it's relationship with people. A story about love, may not even be romantic. Not even a story of people, loving people. It may be a search for love. An inability to love. Could be an obsession, or substitution for it. An unwillingness to it. Even a strange addiction. A love story, is a, timeless classic. A story that will be told, taught, learned, and repeated through history. A story about love, will stop time. And changed everything you know about it. There will be nothing of it's kind. The biggest difference is.. not everyone will have a love story. But everyone will have a story about love. - God is Love

Proving the worth of Love

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Do you believe that when the right person looks at you just the right way, at just right the moment, from far across the room, is it possible to lose your breath? Is it possible to want to live more for someone else, than for yourself? Is forever love possible? Does it know no bounds? When you lose someone you love to distance. When you say goodbye to your father for the very last time. When you fall in love so deeply you can barely hear the noise around you. When you touch the hand of the one who holds your heart. When you kiss the one you know you’re going to love, but don’t love yet.

When you do these things, does your heart drop?

Forever is only a concern if you reach it. No one chases love for forever, if we did, we’d all be disappointed. The actual feeling of love doesn’t hit us once and stay with us forever, it comes and goes. Just as anger comes and goes, happiness comes and goes, sadness comes and goes, love comes and goes. Which is why I would encourage you, hold onto the ones you love. Hold them as dear as you did the day you fell in love with them. Blow them kisses over the phone. Send them flowers just enough to send the message, not too much that they forget the thought. Touch their hearts with old stories, first dates remembered and key ones attached on the wall for a daily reminder. Write them letters. Kiss them.It needs to be nurtured and honored, because only time can prove the worth of love.

Tminus 2 hours

 

“Only those who will risk going too 

far can possibly find out how far one can go.”

 

T.S. Eliot

Birthday Week.

Obviously I had a love for cats.

Be My Everything

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking 

God in my sleeping
God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting
God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything

Two roads

 

 

 

IN OCTOBER 2009 I WROTE

and the days that pass by

the song in my head

the image of your stare

and the cold sets

you're everywhere

it blows right through me

i'm standing here

but you don't see me

it achingly seeps through your palms

my thoughts are confused

the kind of clutter that just wont move

and i can't move.

I'm stuck, with no thought of advancement

TODAY I WROTE

after some time

maybe a long time, for me at least.

my mind has forgotten these things,

the true feelings of today realign my thoughts on my future.

my heart has let it fade

and i am happy that my heart has healed

to the point of restitution.

then what might have been

can be replaced and covered over by my love of love.

and eventually the days have turned into excitement,

this memory is a foregone thought

my pieces, have been sewn up, attached anew to 

a soul that cries for patience.

Joyful for an additional journey 

with the one I see with myself 

as if it were always meant to be.

REASON

  

Things happen for a reason. I was being taught that God always has a plan for me. Often times that plan is better than anything I would have imagined. He asks that we have faith in Him, something I struggled with the past few years. Sometimes we have to walk in darkness for a time before the light comes on and we see all that lies ahead of us. Faith is like having a hand to lead us through that darkness until the lights are turned on. And now that the lights are turned on, I wish I would've had more faith. This wasn't coincidence, this was a blessing.

(Do Not Worry)

I love this Song

My Sevens List

7 things i like

- Jesus

- A certain someone

- Oil Paints

- family

- education

- Philly

- my friends

7 things in my room

- My Road bike

- My queen bed

- laundry piled up on the floor

- Blank Canvas'

- clutter

- my golf clubs

- a case of Italian Red Wine

7 things i cant live without

- my insulin

- relationships

- water

- deodorant

- being able to shower

- family&friends

- shelter

7 dislikes

- Sour Cream and Mayonnaise

- not having a relationship with my dad

- People that are in to themselves more than the friends around them

- a selfish, egotistical, attitude

- $0.00 bank balance. hasn't happened since leaving......

- Country music

- cats

7 songs

- slow dancing

- sigh no more

- fix you

- How He loves

- with or without you

- you give love a bad name

- ultraviolet (light my way)

7 things I cant do

- write with my right hand

- touch my toes

- refrain from drinking diet soda :(

- Keep my truck clean for a week

- drink wine by myself

- run

- draw objects

Thoughts.

Manuary has come to an end.....

                                                                             

Until next year beard......

Sucks

I feel that I always let people down.

End of Story.

Remember this guy

Nicky Fresh

My Brother in Christ

just won a Xgames bronze medal at

Snowboard Street at Winter X 2012.

Congrats Brother. 

Forever

Forever. A word that I've wanted for so long. I've wanted a full time
Teaching position for a long time and now that I have my 3rd grade class
I want it to last Forever. Solid friends that are with you through the
Thick and thin. I want our relationship to last forever. My life, as
Tattered and worn down it feels sometimes I wish it could last forever.
As I try to sleep tonight, this word keeps dwelling in my thoughts.
Forever let me down before. Or maybe I let down Forever. It's something
That I think about everyday. Why did I screw up? Why did I let everyone
Down? I truly think that in the future I will make a mends with forever.
I am sure that my heart is ready for forever, even though it was spit out
So quickly back in the day that I didn't understand why the crack began to
Split so aimlessly. My heart is ready for forever. Maybe it wants more than
It needs, but I know I was never able to feel forever truly before.
I'm not usually the jealous type other than my siblings and my close friends.
Coming to SoCal this weekend makes me very jealous of living with, kissing
With, fraternizing with, and being with forever. Right behind my shoulder
is forever. Does this sound weird to some? Well it's something I've wanted
For a while, but have never taken the time to think it out. Her heart is so
amazing. Last thought of the night before going to bed is sleeping right over
There. Church will be so fun tomorrow :)

This is me.... Content

Success

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child,

a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

Happy Birthday to my Sissy

  

I love my Sister.

Today is her birthday.

I hope she has a wonderful

day with her two daughters

her one husband

a few candles 

and many years

of making everyones

life around her

very happy.

Here's to a great 

37th year 

SoozMagooz.

Oh the Places You'll Go

I've always been amazed. Aren't you at least a little bit?

Just Sayin'

I'm going to a special place when I die

but I want to make sure my life 

is special while I'm here.

A Year that I won't forget.

The year of 2011 was a change in the ordinary for me. I have had a few days in which I did not know where I was headed as I crawled out of bed in the morning. Change for me scares the living daylights out of me for reasons unknown. I like to be safe in knowing my surroundings. Safe place to live, safe restaurants to eat at, even a safe job to work at. This is why this last year has been so difficult for me. New job with new priorities has made me really accept the fact that I need to be grateful for the chances that are given to me even in such a trivial time. As 2011 was nearing an end I was thinking of how thankful I am for the amazing gifts that have blessed my life. My family is always a cornerstone in my life for many reasons. God always has a hand in my growth, emotionally and physically. Every time that I am down, I see a bright spot that I can link on to in order to make my future a success. My Honey Dip has made my life so special lately as we take this walk together. Coworkers, my roommate, even the students that I see at school every day, make my life feel so special throughout the circumstances. I have really been inspired with my paintings as I create them for others. As I look at it I see so many ways to create for others as their story makes its way onto a canvas. My growth as a person is something that I am very happy about as we start 2012. I never make resolutions because I tend to never follow up on them, however I will definitely strive to work on a few things. Go to Church every week. Find time to read my Bible with Simms as we move forward. Get involved with a study group, so that I can grow in my walk. Paint more. You guys I have about 15 Canvas' in my room, and all I need is some thoughts and motivation. Take some time to relax in my life. I feel that I am running around left and right without a chance to take it all in. I have a few others hidden in my head, yet I am afraid to release, because they are a work in progress. A better Jonathan for the year 2012. I think everyone could agree with that one. Thank You for stopping in every once in a while. This blog means so much to me and the public that views the mish mash that I type out every week. Thank You for being there as a friend when I needed you most in 2011. Happy New Year Everyone.