This month we tip our hat to those who burned a path for us to follow.
We pack all of the things we need for a trip: clothes, shoes, accessories, tickets, gadgets and their chargers. We spend lots of money or find the greatest bargains on flights, hotels, and cruises. Yet many of the things we need to take, we do not.
I know that I am guilty of it. Many times I take a trip to relax and do everything but relax. And do I come back rejuvenated? No, I usually need a vacation from my vacation. I come home worn out because I have crammed so many things into the time period.
This journey has taught me that there are some things I need to include along the way. I have learned that rest, balance, peace and patience help me rejuvenate. Having these items make the journey less of a chore and more of an adventure.
I have learned not to treat a journey like a 50-yard dash, but more like a marathon. This means I need to bring things that will give me staying power. The things I have shared with you this month are those things. Remember to tuck them in your suitcase for your trip.
Fruit of Summer
A 5×7 unframed print with a signature and number
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As a kid, we did road trips all the time. They were not fun. But as I got older my sister and I did road trips and they were fun.
This past week in my writing class we read Joe Brainard’s I Remember. It gave me a great many thoughts and send me down memory lane.
I remember strawberry soda, winos, and the Jackson Five playing on the jukebox.
I remember read meat and yellow meat watermelons that grew in Ms. Paramore’s garden.
I remember tea cakes and pickles from Ms. Tiny
I remember Ms. Fannie Mar watched everything, doing laundry and making her dinner
I remember playing in her grass because it was the best grass in the whole neighborhood
I remember when my dad build a fence around our yard, even though there was a still scary alley with overgrown weeds we could cut through to get to the next street.
I remember playing kickball in the street, using different pieces of trash for bases and stopping when cars came, playing till dark and sweating profusely cause we were professionals
I remember riding my bike up and down the hills (how did we have little hills in the flattest part of Texas) I am afraid only the garbage man knows.
I remember playing on the church ground and when that little boy jumped off the outside stairs because he thought he would fly. He didn’t.
I remember when there was a meeting at the church and old people and the young argued.
I remembered when I couldn’t go outside to play on Sunday’s until church was over and when my mother used to send me to church with Ms. Fannie Mae who went to the church with the old old people. Ms. Robelow taught Sunday school.
I remember when the Nazarenes came to teach vacation bible school in the summer
I remember accepting Jesus into my heart, it changed everything and being stumped because it didn’t fell the way I thought it would feel. I expected an explosion, not a whisper.
Dance to Remember
Poised and Passionate. Dance to remember the good times.
An 11×17 unframed print with a signature and number.
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When I packed my apartment the last time I moved, I knew there would be things I would not need where I was going. Things like a sofa, TV, a bed frame were just going to be things I would need to store, so I decided they needed a new home.
I knew where I was going, I wouldn’t need those things. So I made arrangements to get rid of them. After all, I couldn’t have those things cluttering up my new space.
Sometimes when you are making changes in your life, God gives you the opportunity to let go of some things you don’t need. Yet He also teaches you to pack for where you ARE going.
I have learned some new things over the last six months. It has been challenging. It has been fun. It has been a process.
Over the next couple of months, I will launch a new magazine which I am excited about. I will tell you more about it over the next couple of weeks and get your input on some of the features of the magazine. I want to share information in this project that changes your life.
In the meantime, I will be making sure to pack the things I need to make the project work. I will be sure to get rid of things that will hinder it. I will try to spend more time loving what I am doing instead of worrying about it.
Over the next couple of weeks, take a look at what you are doing. Make sure you are doing something you love. Make sure that it inspires you and drives toward your passion. And make sure you pack all the things you need to make it successful.
Peace and Hair Grease.