It’s fall

We are going out to our camp today. We have no real service out there, it’s a way we unplug and reconnect with each other.

I only have a quick moment. So here goes my gibberish.

Sun rays hitting the lake with a glimmering light.Breath in and feel the cool hair hit your lungs.

It’s fall.

My little girl is running around, her red hair catching the sun in a way that makes her glow like an angel.

Hot drinks and warm comfort foods hugging us with the love that went into making them.

It’s fall.

Orange vest on with a breeze curessing our skin, gun in hand ready to shoot a meal.

Leaves dancing, twirling, and changinfinot beautiful colors in their last days.

It’s fall.

Curling up with a blanket and a book that may lull us into a different world.

Smells of wood smoke and coffee, pumkin and apple, creating warming memories

It’s fall.

It’s fall and everyone better enjoy it.

Take it all in.

Sit in the quiet a feel all that’s around.

Become friends with God again.

Have a long deep conversation with your loved ones.

Appreciate the beauty that surrounds you.

Find your peace of mind.

Read a heart felt letter, book, poem.

Do something kind for a stranger

Sit around a campfire, think of your blessings

Make these days count and make them worth something, before the excuse of winter and the bitter cold comes in.

There it is. Just thoughts..of fall

You Can Live On A Lot Less

Sitting in the living room of my Great Aunt Edna had me at peace in the middle of the emotional roller coaster I had been on.

It was familiar, I spent so much time doing the exact same things I was watching my daughter do. Everything had changed, but nothing had changed.

My favorite scent of wet paper towel and wood smoke with the hint of just pure cleaness still lingered. The recliner I had fought to sit in so many times still sat in it’s same ole’ spot.

It was my second home in a way. I guess many others in my family and, well anyone who had ever been to my Aunts had the same feelings when they stepped in her door way.

That is just my Aunt Edna, she always makes you feel warm,welcomed,and loved.

I admire her in so many ways and sitting in that living room with her was worth more than any gold or rubbies.

This visit had a lot of meaning though. I could tell my Aunt had a lot to say to me.

“You can live on a lot less Tashanna.” She says to me kind of out of the blue.

“Oh I know Aunt Edna I don’t have a lot of things people say they need…”

I say continuing to tell her about how I don’t have anything but antenna for TV or internet like most young folks and I budget everything.

She shakes her head

” No, what I mean shanny is… ” Shanny has always been a nick name only belonging to myself and my cousin Shannon.

She continued to tell me this story.

There was some folks that lived in a shack. They grew up working for everything they had. Dusk to dawn. They didn’t know what money really was.

They lived in a little shack, they’re counter was made of old vanilla waffer boxes and plaster. And that is what they had for a kitchen counters.

They had a refrigerator, but they didn’t have electricity, or know that they needed to plug it in. My cousin brought them canned biscuits one day and she just sat them on the counter.

The lady told my cousin when she came back they just went “poof”. That’s how little they knew about the modern-day world.

My cousin visited them up until they passed away, she was good and befriended them . A young person would have thought them to be strange. But they were happy, and they were normal, just hadn’t known anything outside of that they grew up doing to get by.

“That’s what I mean by people can live with less than what they think. My Aunt finished saying.

I finally got what my Aunt was telling me.

I needed to humble myself and would be happier if I stopped chasing material things and just loved what God had blessed me with.