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1A: "Where I Lived and What I Lived For" Quote

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1A: "Where I Lived and What I Lived For" Quote

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"Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself. I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks."

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“Living much out of the doors, in the sun and wind, will no doubt produce a certain roughness of character--will cause a thicker cuticle to grow over some of the finer qualities of our nature, as on the face and hands, or as severe manual labor robs the hands of some of their delicacy of touch.”

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“The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.”

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"A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace. The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musician, the architect, seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. Thus is Art, a nature passed through the alembic of man, Thus in art, does nature work through the will of a man filled with the beauty of her first works."

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“These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder.”

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This poem is honestly makes me ponder about life itself. How people take advantage of the opportunities it has to offer or how they just stay in their shell and refuse to do anything outside of their comfort zone. It makes me think which kind of person am I?

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Dead Poet’s Society- I loved the film entirely! I fell in love with each character and their different personality, the story line also intrigued me and it took turns that I didn’t expect. I was moved by the poems and how they were applied into the plot. I was very close to tears at the death of Neil Perry, his character was inspirational! I found this story fascinating because I had no idea really how boarding schools were back then, and how harsh they were. Overall I loved this movie!

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What do I have to offer? I’ll be brutally honest, I’m no good with words in a conversation, I am awkward, and I’m clearly different from the “cookie cut shape” of people in this society. But if you give me a paper and a pen I can come up with romantic poems, I can create stories out of thin air, I can make a whole different world with only my words that you can’t even fathom! So what do I have to offer? I have my words, my words of inspiration, and love, and pure compassion. I can write speeches for peace to bring people together, I can paint romantic songs for all hearts, hard and soft to break, I can create distracting stories to give you a doorway to another universe away from reality! My purpose is to entertain people’s minds with words on paper and hope that they will be moved to whatever emotion I wish them to have. That is my goal and wish to make people smile because of my use of words, because books have become my savior from boredom, and I wish to follow that legacy of amazing authors who entertain your thoughts, and make you think and ponder about life itself. So in conclusion I want to offer to the world, my color of words, because I want to paint this black and white basic world to something completely extraordinary!

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I walk, I run, i hide from my troubles who choke the life out of me, constantly

But in the end I get caught by them and the confirmations of my reality kill me, and they chip my personality piece by piece

I struggle to keep my fake masked composure up in the society of judgment and criticism

And all of it is slowly taking it’s toll on me, and I desperately want to give in to the voices in my head

And they whisper to snuff out my light, and sleep peacefully, forever

But when I hear those voices, I shout! I scream! For them to leave me and I run to take solitude in my yard of trees that tower over me lovingly and they protect me from the whispers

Along I bring music to ease the pain and heal my wounds and cuts of deep hurt of words

But most importantly I bring my angels that come in the shape of leather books and smell of fine paper, and on that fine paper are words that come from different worlds

Novels filled with stories of love, war, fantasy,  to feed my imagination and distract me from the ugly reality

As I do all of these things I can’t stop the hot tears dripping off my chin and I mumble my troubles
And the trees hear my worries and they comfort me with their soft clear sunlight as if telling me to stay out of the dark and stay in their sparkling sunshine

I let my sob ring out until I don’t have any tears left, and I feel a calming peace within my bones as I inhale the sweet perfume of dew on emerald grass

All of nature’s song and surrounds gives me a sense strength and new refound courage

And once I come out of my solitude I’m ready to face my reality again with renewed strength

for my light WILL shine bright and you WILL see my light until my Lord calls me home

I will trip and fall on this road of life but when I feel weak I know I can turn to nature’s loving arms for refuge. I now ask you all, where is your place of refuge?

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Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when
She stands under my colours, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well, I've had just enough time

If I die young bury me in satin.
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh (uh oh)

The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh

The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough time
So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls

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My refuge is anywhere my family and friends are. But mostly my refuge is where nature dwells the most, so it doesn't matter if I'm on land or water, because  I find peace of mind for both. Your refuge can be anywhere and it doesn’t have to be in the heart of the forest or in the deep blue. Your refuge is a place where you can take a moment to breath and decompress, to take off your mask of composure. But let your place be a secret from others, so that they too can find their refuge.

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Ever since I was little I knew how to express myself without words, but with music and movements filled with feeling. Til this day I dance to express myself. This is me when I was 8 years old getting ready for my first dance performance in front of a real crowd.

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This freeway leads me to my cousin's house down in New Mexico Albuquerque. In order to get there my family and I would have to go through Flagstaff A

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I love to draw anything to favorite characters or to peaceful landscape!

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Challenges to living outside of the transcendental tenets today is that we as a society can’t appreciate our surrounds deeply because our technology is literally glued to us as if they were limbs! If anything the only time we can truly just look around at the nature around us is if there is no wifi connection near us.