Steve Jobs

I wrote this the day that Steve Jobs passed away:

Just wanted to take a moment and thank Steve for his inspiration.  Working at Apple was a gift and a catalyst for me professionally.  Thank you Steve for putting it in perspective.

“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.” – SJ 6/12/2005

Order

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

New Year 2008

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

liberation

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

no consequences

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

Saturday Night

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