Lauren

February 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment

"You may kiss the bride"

Twisted hearts,
Brought into parallel paths,
Destinies secured,
With mutual purpose and decisions.

Love

What is love.
True affinity and respect, maintaining a clear perspective.
Building and growing in the face of challenge.
Thriving in the world and flourishing in all undertakings.

The Rings

January 17th, 2009
Presenting Mr. & Mrs. Thornsberry

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Smart Bride

December 10, 2008 · 1 Comment

This is an awesome website for selling buying / selling wedding dresses.  My sister in-law runs the site and she is amazing!  Check it out: 

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Order

March 5, 2008 · Leave a Comment

A whirl of paper, a blast of sound, instruments buzzing, ringing phones,  the racing of people, cars, lights . . . days and nights. 

Maintaining a steady course, in the midst of a social and materialistic catalyst for confusion. 

What is there to hold onto? 


A belief, a person, a group, a book, a lesson learned.  

Climbing the mountain, ensuring that your hold will maintain, making sure not to slip, and with each step climbing higher and higher.  
Order.

by Lauren Sweetland    
4 March 2008  

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New Year 2008

January 3, 2008 · 2 Comments

Happy New Year 2008

We welcome in the new, pushing the old to the far corners of our minds.

Reach for a new day, and understand that this is your gift.

Love your friends and family, remembering that we are all together on this vast journey called life.

Admire nature, the beauty of the world around us, and respect it.

Take notice of other people’s creations and projects, for that is what builds our world.

by Lauren Sweetland

New Year's Rose - 2008photo by Lauren Sweetland taken Dec 31st 2007

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liberation

September 12, 2007 · 1 Comment

Sit and wonder,
in mystery.
As the days pass and seasons turn.

Questioning,
anticipating,
precipitating madness through inaction.

Walls closing in.

Chains breaking,
escaping the prison of vacillation.

Emancipation.

by Lauren Sweetland
11 Sept 2007

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no consequences

August 12, 2007 · Leave a Comment

constellations spackeled into the endless ocean of darkness …
vibrant lights stretching to never ending heights …
surrounded by the smell of the night air …
wishing i was somewhere but happy to be here …
angry mobs rushing in with no power …
laughing in mysterious wonder …
staring blankly into an ocean of information …
waiting, standing still, refusing to be moved …
unable to push what can’t be moved …
invisibe, perennial, inextinguishable …
immortal.

by Lauren Sweetland
11 Aug 2007

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hopless desire

July 25, 2007 · 1 Comment

Where are you?
Fulfill my yearning desires.
Relieve me of my throbbing heart.
Help me escape from my wandering mind.
Paint another landscape.
Turn reality into surreal immortality.
Love me until this feeling goes away.

by Lauren Sweetland
24 July 2007

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June 3, 2007 · 6 Comments

See Things DIFFERENTLY

i love this …

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Saturday Night

May 2, 2007 · Leave a Comment

Green light in front of my face.
Rain drops on my wind shield.
Flags blowing in the breeze.
The night is cold.
I am warm inside my car.
Alone.
Waiting for someone to arrive.
Excitement.
Anticipating exhilaration.
The night has not yet begun.

by Lauren Sweetland
April 2007

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Personal Liberty

April 16, 2007 · Leave a Comment

A week ago I was driving in down town San Jose. I stopped at a red light.

My attention went to three boys, all about 15 years old, that were waiting to cross the street.

They were all so happy in each other’s company, it looked like they had spent the majority of their lives together.

I then looked closer at each boy.

The first was a tall, skinny, white boy on a mountain bike. He was your typical kid from the suburbs.

Next was a pudgy african american boy with a back pack, reminded me of a mini, younger Ice Cube. He looked cool and independent, had ear phones in and was just chillin with the other two guys.

The last boy was oriental. He had a skate board that he was playing around with. Dressed like a typical scene kid.

Sometimes if you look beyond the news and the hype you will see the reality … that we are all in this together … no matter what we look like or what type of music we listen to.

I want to continue to make this more of the norm in America. If you agree check out Youth For Human Rights.

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