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.