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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w5HTWqGRVUs/TW03zTmGcnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pLqTH6X2YdQ/s1600/lighthouse2+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-w5HTWqGRVUs/TW03zTmGcnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pLqTH6X2YdQ/s400/lighthouse2+016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few weeks ago , we started a journey. The journey was to discover lighthouses up the coast of California. It gives us a focus and a direction to move toward. California is a wondeful state what a shame not to really discover it for all its beauty. My daughter, my boyfriend and me as taking&amp;nbsp; a look at the beauty and history that surrounds the historical light houses of California..I will be writing more, they are breath taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-2581438111214316377?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After losing so many people in my life. I have to admit, I spent&amp;nbsp; great deal of time in lamentation of what I had and lost. Yes, you hear all the time people telling to do the opposite. Unfortunately, it is something you have to come in on you own about that part. I lost them, I&amp;nbsp;know but, the grief&amp;nbsp; caught me off guard. it took me off my game. what I mean for game? I mean the game called life. That is where my new observation has been. I spent&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a great deal&amp;nbsp;of time lamenting what I had, that Id dint think about what I have. yes, I know its a very Christmas thing to do but, there really isn't&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;wrong time to come to that realization. The realization, brings a sense of freedom and a deep understanding I thought I had but, didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those that I have loved and lost, gave me so much. their loved changed me, enveloped me and create d anew me that would have never been created if it wasn't for their love. So, I wanted to take a moment to take all those who loved me for me, Your love put&amp;nbsp;on the path to becoming the individual that I am now. &lt;br /&gt;
So, looking deep in my heart, and closing my eyes I want to send it out into the universe, thank you for becoming the fiber of who I am and who I am becoming.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Moving forward? well, of course. You can't be empowered with the power of where you are in the universe and decide to do nothing. That just sint' my way. Will I have a companion on this journey? That is still a mystery. I like surprises. If that happens,&amp;nbsp; it will be a welcome asset to the path on this&amp;nbsp; amazing journey called life....It really is all sweet...to sweet to waste. So, you&amp;nbsp;hate what is happening in your life? Shake your bones, shake your body like you haven't shaken it ever and vow to begin again. To look forward and well do some butt kicking and give life&amp;nbsp; a run for its money...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-7974133511665720464?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So the world seems to be divided very simply between the have and have nots. I am not saying to give people hand outs all the time. but, I am asking that if people are given an opportunity to work they will work. I know that for a fact. The news shows the information very isolated. when the majority of the people on unemployment, medicaid and welfare are white. It's not that the minorities are using the systems all up, its that peole are in hard times.If we came tot he conclusion that&amp;nbsp; the crazy stories about people beating the system are the&amp;nbsp; few not the norm maybe things would change.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I have to ask myself. Why would someone with so much money concern themselves with everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;
Why would 2%&amp;nbsp;of the worlds wealth ( including the good US of A.) really want to help the nation that gave them the opportunity to be who they are? They won't. I myself yarn to win the lotto or something big that could afford me to take care of my family. But, it begins there. I would want it&amp;nbsp; so I could make a real difference. Teach a man how to fish and he can feed his family forever. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is simple but, that is the problem its to simple in a very complicated world we live it. So, I sit here and write and throw these words out in to the universe...You never know what can happen unless you put it out there, Lets make a difference. As a people we are amazing, generous, unbeatable, loving , courageous, thinkers, doers, husbands , wives, sisters bothers, mothers, fathers, cousins, aunts, uncles, grand parents. Lief gives us a gift to make a difference. lets us become an army of doers. The 98% can make things happen but, we have to cover each others backs and think about not what makes us different but, what makes all the same..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-2203785199266423916?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F95FLocwbA0/TOTRw0XgnCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3YhDojR3_04/s1600/collagenov7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F95FLocwbA0/TOTRw0XgnCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3YhDojR3_04/s400/collagenov7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been working on mini collages that I intend on putting on Esty soon. I have been having a good time making them because, I am using paper that I had previously printed and hand painted.Its a process and I love the process. The strange thing is that I love the process more than the actual product of it all. That's art isn't it. Unexpected!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-2736486772319217768?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Moving out West, each day&amp;nbsp; there it is the big blue sky....Or as I used to say " The Big puffy clouds."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-702911050902368386?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Garcia-Girls-Lost-Their-Accents/dp/156512975X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=ln0e5-20&amp;amp;link_code=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life just keeps on happening around me. Mothers with their children. students getting out of school, texting, listening to music and talking to each other: talk about multi tasking. I saw an old couple at the super market. I see old couples all the time. They walk slowly around with their little lists and coupons. There is something very familiar between them. The kind of relationship I would like to have someday if possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Except there was something different about his one. when I looked in their faces, there was&amp;nbsp; a sadness , a bit of stress that is not usual of the happily retired couples of days gone by. I look at them and they stand for quite sometime mulling over what they should buy. The look on their faces says it all. the aren't trying to get the best deal and become king of the coupon, they are having trouble deciding because they don't have enough. I followed them around and each choice was time consuming. One picking up something and the other making choices of what might have to stay because they cant purchase both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If their cart was over flowing I could see why the constant decision making but, it wasn't. In their cart there were no more than 7 items. &lt;br /&gt;
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My heart went out to them, on so many levels. The most painful one of all being that these two people were still trying to make ends&amp;nbsp;meet in such a troubled manner; it was painful to watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting old is just not going to get easier is it. We think that tomorrow will never come and yet 20, 30 years pass by like a block of an eye and we can all find ourselves there if we are not careful with our finances and the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lifeis really full of surprises, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-5264751806452641704?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It isvery simply. Those&amp;nbsp;qualities that you like about yourself. those skills that you know you do better than anyone else. That's&amp;nbsp;where you begin. You nurture those skills and run fast with it. There is plenty of room fro everyone on&amp;nbsp; this beautiful planet of ours. We all just have to believe that we make a difference. and whether you believe it or not we all do.Its as if we are all part of&amp;nbsp; great big fabric. Have you noticed what happens when there is a snag on a piece of fabric. yes, it comes a part. Yes, that is how important we all are to each other. Am I a bit idealistic? Well, in all honesty not always but, that just makes me human. Do I strive to make it better for myself, those around at where I am working? You are so right. It is my own standard.Far from perfect but, still working towards being better everyday. Especially on those days when&amp;nbsp; just want to hide under the covers because well...life gets little overwhelming...I have to keep on keeping on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-7605789639284936800?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The economic situation makes many take jobs they may have not intended. There is one saving grace, the dream. The thing we are going to do, when all is said an done. Sometimes, the dream is all we need. The choice,  of it existing makes us stronger to do the jobs we do with honor, commitment and enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Mom used to say "Girl(Muchacha) dream. It's the only thing that doesn't cost anything and it gives you hope and strength for the future." Thanks Mom&lt;br /&gt;
She was right..So&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-409539594199085892?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being in the eternal conflict of how much time do I need to be cerative, or where will I find the time to be creative. I am now cerating. Yes, it doesnt matter what surface, what time. Just workign with what I have available and making the best of if. I feel that narrowing my choices, helps me get right into making art. I have to say that working with good old fashion pen, ink and paper brought me back to the good old days of A&amp;D. Less choices more creativity.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Paper, glue, printed scraps, whatever I have near me that is what I am using. it is freeing me up so that I can get the cob webs out of my inner artist and well... go make ART....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617963491841400544-4317605224120631472?l=lisettefloresnieves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I cant sleep and that is a well documented reality for me. Doctors just give out tons of prescriptions that I don't fill because, I figure their has to be a better way. One way has been working on this evening drawings. There is something very relaxing and stress less about them. Stress less, because they don't have to be perfect and there are no mistakes. We all get so caught up on the fact that itl has to be right the first time. In business and work it seems to be the only way. Especially, in today's society with technology. It is all quite unforgiving. But, on a personal level; when, we aren't all in the lime light. It is nice to find little space and place just to be a let go. Letting go, not with something that requires a battery, a controller, or an Internet connection. But, something a lot more simpler. I believe that "the pen was mightier than the sword" this could have been a small inclination on what was meant. In their own imperfections they are perfect, just like us. I can not take the credit for this technique. I have been following a technique called Zentangel. I changed likeit to suite me like all artist do, when it comes to reinterpreting art and technique. Give them a look at at: Zenangle.com. It all begins with one stroke and the journey becomes endless. Enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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