Be the Change you wish to see in the World

We all have a voice, thats what my whole blog is about. Getting your voice heard, speaking out about the things that impact you, things you want to change. Its all about what we do with our voice, that determines the result we get. In saying that, have you ever played the silent game with someone? I absolutely hate that game, i lose almost every time. I either bust out laughing, or i get bored.  Now, if you have ever been that person to walk into a silent game, you feel like a fool. You walk in the room and everyone just looks at you, some smile, some do the lame finger over the mouth thing. No  matter what you do, the other people dont say anything. And if your like me, and cant figure out what is wrong with them, you begin to get angry. Why can you not talk? Are you special? Whats wrong with you? I personally get very annoyed with these people. Its a game for crying out loud, not your life.  But to get where im going with this, silence can make a statement, but sometimes it becomes irrelevant. Not only are you too stubborn to lose this one time to tell the unlucky person who walked in on your game what your doing, but you make the person horribly annoyed with you, and you realize once its over how ridiculous you were being. That you were that persistent to not lose, to not utter one word for the sake of this one person.

To turn the tables, what if you never stopped talking? And not in a very a annoying "This soung gets on everybody's nerve" way, but in the way that you never gave up. You were so persistent in winning, in getting the final result accomplished that you had your voice herd loud and clear. You shouted your vision for the world to hear and didn't stop until the world listened.

I believe its time to get our voices heard. The days are dawning a new light, a new hope, a new plan. And we are the messengers, we are the mouthpiece that can change the world. So to leave you hanging, what do you want to say? What is it that you want to change? You are the light in the dark places, the light that shines when all others go out, what are you shining for?

A dear friend of mine is shining for a cause known as charity:water, this blog post was not to publicize her efforts, but to show you that people are speaking out. That we are doing something. We are changing the world, for her, its changing the world one drop of water at a time. 

What are you doing?

Here is a link to her website, and where you can see how her voice is heard. Its easy to join a crowd of voices, but what if your the only one screaming? Will you stand your ground, or wait for someone else to cry for our generation? Its your choice, take it.

www.mycharitywater.org/thepurelife

A Sassy Signature

Everyone seems to be looking for something, something to buy, something to give, to receive, something to live for. Im always looking for something that makes my life interesting, that makes it an every-day adventure, so this post is a little different than my last ones, because im in an artsy fartsy mood, and i feel like expressing myself, you are about to witness the inner thoughts and feelings of myself at midnight, on the night before i have to work all day. Enjoy.

My freshly painted fingernails fly away at the keys on my keyboard, as I'm letting La Ley, a total nobody band fill my ears, and scowling at my mice because they make ungodly noises on their exercise wheel at night. Ive been thinking lately, and if you know me at all, i have this face that i have on when i think. Its this very lost in translation spaced out look that normally accompanies me biting my lip or playing with one of my like 5 rings that occupy my hands. And as i sit and twirl my freshly dyed pink highlights around my finger i begin to get that feeling that i used to get randomly in high school. No its not gas, if you were wondering. It's that feeling of dreamy-ness, the one where i used to pick up my pencil in math class and doodle random things and fill up my algebra test with unicorns and stick figures of my teachers. That feeling where you close your eyes and just wish you had a convertible to jump into and throw your hands up and let the wind whip through your hair and over your face as you laugh with some Aerosmith song playing, or maybe im just actually recalling that one Aerosmith music video, but whichever it is, it is the feeling of being ultimately free. That feeling that makes your bones ache, that makes everything in side you feel like a neon light show, that your just waiting for someone to turn off the light so you can light up the sky with your neon colors. Its the feeling of an Andy Warhol picture, you know, the ones that are like eight different colors, probably one that is most famous is his one of Marilyn Monroe, its like blue, yellow, green and red or something, if you still have no idea what im talking about, Google that junk. But thats my life right now, a random mix of colors and pictures that when you look at it, it looks slightly odd, but if your step back, squint your left eye and tilt your head to the left you can figure out what the picture is. Its a great feeling discovering something in the chaos of life, of finding something to live for.

If only i could be handed a paintbrush, and dip it in some red paint and just paint all over my walls that would just be, great. why red? I have absolutely no reason why. Its just what i think of, red paint. And that to me would just tap the feeling of freedom that flows through my veins, the feeling of being handed something and people standing back and just letting you do whatever you want to with it, like a paintbrush, filled with bold, dangerous, messy red paint. And letting you paint all over their walls. Creating something.

This is the moment where you sigh a big sigh of relief because my word vomit of useless phrases and feelings is coming to an end. :) If you could live in my mind for a day, you would be engulfed with fabric all over the floor, random shoes tucked under couches and chairs, bowls of cereal and ice cream stacked high in the sink, a spilled bottle of nail polish on the carpet, and a paper towel beside it that i attempted to use to clean up, but my cat who is laying in the window seal stole my attention. And then youll find me lounged on the couch with my hair up in a messy bun, wearing sweatpants with paint stains on them, and a juicy couture jacket with a cherry coke in my hand.

:)

Next post ill be back to my usual self, posting of changing the world and being you, but tonight, i decided to let you in my world for a short moment. Maybe its all the t.v ive watched today, whatever it is, at least im done, and feel like i can finally go to sleep, as the Italians say, the sweetness of doing nothing! Goodnight!

"Il Dulce Far Niente"

Paul Mitchell Design's

  So, i went and got my hair done today, and my hair needless to say is ridiculous. It is long, curly, and thick. Like Brooke Shield's Eyebrows thick. Ick! That actually grossed me out, anyway. So my hairdresser has colored my hair, dried it and is now moving on to straightening it. I always hate this part, the straightening part. Why? Because almost every hair dresser ive ever gone too fails to straighten my hair better than i do, maybe i have too high of expectations of hair dressers? Maybe i just have ridiculous hair that God gave to me, because he knew i was the only person on the planet who could work with it (other than my fabulous mother, thanks mom. you rock)

 Anyway, no matter what the reason is to why hair dressers fail at accomplishing straight, smooth, non frizzy hair, is un-known to my knowledge. But she is straightening it, and im watching, cringing internally knowing that im going to have to re-do it at home, for 144$ im having to redo my hair. Yes, i spent that much on my hair today. That in itself is ridiculous.

 So my point being, how many times have you paid too much for something only to get a half- done job. It drives me crazy!

One day i will find the perfect hair dresser who will understand that importance of me looking my absolute best and attempt to take more than 15 minutes on my head of hair.

So wrapping up my very prolonged story, and point, i wonder if that is how we treat God. He literally paid a high price for you. He paid a ridiculous high price to save your life.

We all know the story, he sent his Son, Jesus, to come and die for us so that we could live and not be sentenced to an eternal bondage. But with this well-known story, we often miss the fact that, like my hairdresser, we can do a half-baked job.

I paid a ridiculous price for my hair, why? Because i cherish my hair, it is something that i put time, money and effort into because i want it to look the best it can, and make me look the best i can.

God put time, effort and a price in free-ing you. In making sure that you get the best result, he paid a price so you could figuratively walk out of the salon with top qaulity hair, with a top quality life.

Jesus died so you could walk a free life, full of the best quality and the best possible experiences that would be full of God.

So when someone does a half-baked, half- done task for you, it defeats the purpose of you paying a price for it. Me paying so much money for my hair to be done, then have to go home and do it myself defeats the purpose of me going to someone to do it, when they dont do it to the full measure.

God paid the ultimate price for you, dont give him results that he has to redo later. Live you life full, put time into the things God has given you, appreciate what you have and work with what you have. You dont want to be ripped off, or feel like you dont remember why you go to such lengths to do things for people when you get a crappy result.

God doesnt want a half-baked result from you either.

He wants the whole package, the color, the wash, the dry and the styling all for the the price he paid. He wants your full potential to shine through.

Live your life as a statement of excellent. 

That was all i wanted to say today.

:)

Amante Di Mia Anima

Digital Strokes

This was my 2nd video, for some reason the other one that was up wont upload anymore :/

A New Canvas

The best thing about starting over, is that you dont actually have to start at the beginning of your life, or at the start of a new season or a new year, you start over whenever you want, whenever you need.

I remodeled my room today, i was just tired of it looking like a hurricane blew through. So im picking up clothes and random hair scrunchies when i decide to take all my pictures of the wall. So here i am ripping down newspaper articles, pictures from magazine, and actual paintings from my wall. Finally, paper and pictures surround my feet and the floor and i look up at the wall, a clean wall. A clean canvas, a new beginning.

Its like when your buying something, and your seriously like a dime short, and your digging through your pockets and bags and you can only for some reason find 9 pennies, and there isn't any on the floor, when you know everybody just leaves pennies.. well not today. The penny man came and took them all up. So your looking like the lady who left her wallet at home and brought every bag in her closet, but no money to pay for them. So you recount your nine pennies, and realize that one looks shinier than the others, so you stick it up to your eye like your blind and, yepp! there it is, that dude thats on the dime, that isn't Abraham Lincoln. So you proceed to scratch off the dirt and the coverings to see that its a dime, so all you had to do was rub off the gunk, and it would shine.

That was my wall today, the uncovering of a new identity. A new start, a clean start to whatever is ahead. And its the fact that when i look at the wall, its clean and i can see the room i live most of my life in. I can see the chipped paint, the nail holes and the makeup smudges on the walls.

Not all clean starts are blameless and perfect, some have a little pieces chipped off, but its okay. Because the best thing about chipped pieces, is finding something new to fill it in and make it whole again.

So here is to New Years, New Starts, and a can of paint!

Happy 2011:)

Parlez Vers le haut'

Bold Strokes

No one can ever make you feel inferior without your consent. -Eleanor Roosevelt.

Our bodies, and the way we were created is so complex and so creative. It amazes me how the body takes and handles certain things, and how we can create something so beautiful like babies, but then on the other hand turn around and create destruction with those same bodies, with those same hands that we held life in, we can take it away. We all have choices, and the choices we make determine the future of us, and the people around us. We pass people everyday, see people everyday and we don't think twice about them. That the random lady you took the elevator with at the mall, who you'll probably never see again has a family, and a life that for that one moment included you, that your lives connected, if only for seconds. 

This is a pretty short blurb of thought i had, but its something i think about a lot. What if we cared about all those other people around us? That the choices we make in life could affect them, positively or negatively. We live in a selfish, uncaring world. We need people who care, who care enough to make a choice to care.

Maybe if we chose to care about all those billions of people surrounding us, and not just our own personal lives, then maybe we would get the answers to the questions were always asking, maybe we will accomplish the things we were born to accomplish, maybe we will learn how to give life, instead of always taking it.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

Parlez Vers le haut'

First Strokes

    

        Ive often wondered why people always talk about how they want to make a difference. How they would like to change the world, but when given the chance to use their voice, to speak out and to let loose the thoughts they have so longed to voice, they choke up. People kinda always choke up. On simple things, on stupid things, on serious things, and on smart things. I'm just tired of everyone choking, so i have learned how to do the Heimlich and am certified in CPR, and I'm ready to start saving some peoples lives, and getting them to spit up their word vomit and say something about the world and the things around them. If you would like to learn how to save an actual choking person and not just a metaphor , i believe they have classes to show you how to properly dislodge a carrot from a choking human being within 4 feet of range.

But if you actually want to see the people of this world stop coughing like they inhaled a cat, welcome to my blog. :)

Finger painting is not only a lovely hobby, its a form of expression. And the preconceived idea that its only for three years old's has never actually finger painted. Finger Painting is all about YOU, not your mother, not your dog, not your bag of Reese's. Its all about you, and how you feel, how you move and what you want to create. So since its about you and you alone, why do we let stupid people help us finger paint. Chances are, their fingers looks nothing like your's and are either fatter than your fingers, which creates the 'oops i dropped the whole jar of paint on my paper' effect, or you get the needle bone fingers, which looks like someone took a string and drug it across you paper and says" look! i wrote your name!" Ahem, no. Nobody has your fingers or your creativity. So stop letting other people paint your pictures. All my blog is about is mey voice, and the way i paint, the way i see the world around me, the way i take the odd pieces of life and fit them together. Its all about me getting my voice heard, putting my fingerprint on society and doing something about the things i feel opposed or passionate about.

So you should check out my "Heart Painters" and see the people i hold close, and the crazy awesome things they do to make their voice heard.

Parlez Vers le haut'