Stolen vehicle

Hey guys. Sorry that I haven't been blogging as much as I promised. I had a crappy day on thursday, turns out my vehicle got stolen. It is a 1977 Ford E-150 Econoline van. It is white and yellow.

When I die

So as my life goes on. I always have this little voice that keeps circling around my life. It is when I am dying and dead. Now I know that is weird and strange for a young girl to be thinking about it.

If I do die when I am young I know that every step I take I have fillfulled it with the best kindred heart. If I die I want my friends to move on with every footstep knowing I am there behind them guiding them to their dreams. In the naked night I shall be that star that will shine bright letting them know that they are not alone. I want them to know that every breath they take is something that beautiful and not hatred for all that have done them wrong. I want them to find that peace that I have been searching for. Every heart beat is something that means love and freedom. The wind that circles around them is me whispering to them pushing them on. For every cry that runs down like a waterfall on thier cheeks it will be joy and memories we had and nothing that is sad. For every pray is for every child that is lost, found, and has nothing to gain. For those eyes looking in heaven is for me as I shall look down smiling. For every rain I shall pour my tears knowing that this world shall never take us apart.

For my family I want them to know that every breath I took it was to live and enjoy every moment that I had with them and that I am with my grandparents and my father. For every pray is for all who need it as well for my mother. I would want peace for my family and mother to enjoy each others company. Step  by step is something that they need to understand and fill that heart with my pray and hope. For my family I will always be there with them and take those prays to everyone and know that I am a handprint on thier hearts.

I shall be that little kiss when the winter comes. I shall be that wind whispering that it is okay and that I am there always never leaving them alone in the dark. I shall be that star when nothing else lights that dark path. I shall be that beauty of clouds and roses that circle the spring. I shall be that snow covering this land. I shall be that angel that pours love for all my friends and family. I shall reach out and wrap those wings around each and everyone that needs me. I shall be there when someone else is dying. I shall be that comfort and my tears shall rejoice those that have fallen.

 For as long as I am alive I shall fill this universe with every essence of peace, love, soul, and this heart of mine, but if I am gone before I can spill this I will stay here a ghost and an angel pouring out my soul and heart to seep through tiny cracks. Until my dying breath I shall be a witness and these hands of mine shall cover this universe.

Okay whew I got that out of my system. LIke I said I know its weird and strange for me to create this, but you never know when it is your last breath, but live this life as if its your last and always rejoice with love and peace in that heart and be a handprint that has shape someone in thier life. Peace everyone

active on my blog?

I am so sorry for not being active on my blog. Dealing with school is stessful enough without every little worry thing getting to me, but I shall flourish when finals are here. Yay =)

the wilderness lovers of survivers

Title: Julie of the Wolves

Author: Jean Craighead George

Published: Harper Trophy

First thing: I love this book. What is different about this book is the connection Miyax has for the wilderness and the wildlife. She learns that hardships are something that she must learn in order to survive. She must become one with the wolves in order to live. In this lifetime Miyax must trust her eskimo instincts in order to live.

Summary: Miyax like many adolescents, is torn. But unlike most, her choices may determine whether she lives or dies. At 13, an orphan, and unhappily married, Miyax runs away from her husband's parents' home, hoping to reach San Francisco and her pen pal. But she becomes lost in the vast Alaskan tundra, with no food, no shelter, and no idea which is the way to safety. Now, more than ever, she must look hard at who she really is. Is she Miyax, Eskimo girl of the old ways? Or is she Julie (her "gussak"-white people-name), the modernized teenager who must mock the traditional customs? And when a pack of wolves begins to accept her into their community, Miyax must learn to think like a wolf as well. If she trusts her Eskimo instincts, will she stand a chance of surviving?

Last thing: Grab this book and run with Miyax as she learns to survive, to use her eskimo instincts, and to become part of the wolves.

Childhood memory books

Title: Skippyjon Jones

Author: Judy Schanchner

Published: Dutton Juvenile

First thing: This is one of my little adventure kitty that I love. Skippyjon Jones is one of the little kitty boys that lets his imagination run wild. This book is another one that should be on the bookshelf for anyone. It is fun and witty and is down right cute. This book is filled with great beautiful drawings and something the kids would love.

Summary: Move over, Eloise and Olivia. Make room for SkippyjonJones, a Siamese kittenboy who can't resign himself to being an ordinary cat. Having a time-out in his room, he resorts to his imagination. Taking on the superhero persona of the great Spanish sword fighter Skippito, he has the adventure of his life, and readers are invited along. Zany, wild, and over-the-top, this utterly original book truly begs to be read aloud.

Last thing: The last thing I say is buy this book and let your imagination run wild with Skippyjon Jones.

Girls who love horses

Title: The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses Loading...

Author: Paul Goble

Published: Aladdin

First thing: When I read this book from my childhood memories I felt as if part of my childhood came to life. Every element of this book signifies just how much the little girl loves her equine friends. She has this connection that is deeper than anything that goes beyond to anyone that knows and loves something. This book entails a true sacred-spiritual love that will leave anyone wanting it for themselves. What is great about this book is the detail work; the drawings are so rich and color deep, the landscape all the way down to the smallest detail is a beautiful work.

Summary: For most people, being swept away in a horse stampede during a raging thunderstorm would be a terrifying disaster. For the young Native American girl in Paul Goble's 1979 Caldecott-winning masterpiece, The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses, it is a blessing. Although she loves her people, this girl has a much deeper, almost sacred connection to her equine friends. The storm gives her the opportunity to fulfill her dream--to live in a beautiful land among the wild horses she loves

Last thing: So go ahead and grab this book for yourself, your childhood memories, or for your childhood’s memory. It will leave you with a spiritual bond between what you are passion about and that you always love what you do.

the new year

Happy new years eveyone.
Have a safe year
a year of long love and wisdom
a year of something new and bright
a year of never giving up
a year to which endless wonders will always be there for you
and a year to never stop believing.