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In Every Dream – by Bill Hughlett

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“There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.”
― Virginia Alison

About the Artist – Bill Hughlett

bill_hughlett_bioBill Hughlett is a CFO by profession and photographer by passion.

His award-winning work has been featured in Alaska Airlines Magazine, shown in Washington galleries, and graces many homes and offices around the country.

Together, Bill and his wife, Kayce Stevens Hughlett, create unique workshops that incorporate photography and writing with deep listening and personal awareness.

Their dream is to travel the world offering their gifts to others.

Witness more of Bill’s Work at www.h3images.com.

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Because My First Love Was Travel

If I were to think about love in how it relates to boys, I’d have to say my first crush was on the little dark haired boy travel_mapsnamed Donald that I wanted to sit next to in Vacation Bible School.

But that wasn’t my first love. No, my first love was travel. I discovered that deep within me, I had a Gypsy Soul.

Summer vacations ignited my imagination, piqued my curiosity and stoked my passion for experiencing new places. Though we took two vacations that began at DFW airport, the typical mode of transportation was my mother’s Oldsmobile.

My parents would begin to talk about “where to go” and before you knew it, they’d have the big road atlas out on the kitchen table plotting the journey and estimating where we’d stop each night. Then, my mother would pull out the hotel catalogs and begin looking for either a Best Western or Holiday Inn along the way to our final destination.

Then her phone calls would begin: calling the desired motels to see if there was a room for four and making neat notations in a spiral notebook of our reservation confirmation along with the pertinent details, like Exit Number and the like.

Vintage Holiday InnAs she chose our place for the night or week, I always asked: “Is there a pool?”

Back in the 70’s, we didn’t have GPS or Google Maps. We didn’t have cell phones or the internet to assist us. It was up to my folks to figure it all out and then create handwritten itinerary.

Vacations always began the same, too. We’d be told to pack and gather our car games and, in my case, books. My father would come home from work on a Friday and at dinner we’d talk about getting up super early so that we could beat the traffic. We’d get in our pajamas and get ready for bed.

Then, as it began to get dark, my father would invariably say: “Okay, everybody, let’s load the car and get some miles behind us!”

We’d grab our suitcases and our pillows, load the trunk and soon would be making our way to the interstate. I was always too excited to sleep much, but within a half hour both my mother and sister would be asleep. I would lean up in that space between my parent’s seat and quietly talk to my father or watch the road ahead.

I know he wanted to get started, and if we were driving at night, my mother wouldn’t scold him for speeding. And, for anyone that’s driven across West Texas, you know there isn’t really much to see between Fort Worth and Amarillo.

By the time the sun was rising, we’d be pulling into an IHop or Roadside Diner either at our first planned point of interest on the trip. If we were lucky, we’d be able to check into the motel, where my father would catch a nap and mother would take us out to explore.

I spent most of 2006 to 2010 traveling for my business. I call those my Gypsy  years, but they go back to those first memories of loving travel, even when being on the road for twenty straight days became tiring.

DrivingMiss DaisyThese days, when JB has a business trip, I often tag along. I love my home and daily life, but the lure and love of experiencing new places is still deeply entrenched in my heart.

 

The way I plan travel now in all honesty isn’t too terribly different from my folks.

We pick a destination and after a little research, I look for hotels. Gone are the catalogs and they’ve been replaced with searchable websites, but the concept is really much the same. If we’re staying in multiple hotels, I create an itinerary in Word and include all of the hotels vital information and our reservation number.

And sometimes, the night before a trip, I wish we could get in the car and get some miles behind us.Instead, I impatiently wait our agreed upon time to leave, which is usually governed by flight time.

Yes, most of the travel these days is via airplane, but sometimes, we take a little road trip. We’ve gotten quite creative when a trip collides with deadlines.

No matter how we get there or where we go, though, I still have deep affection for that first true love: travel. My gypsy soul still thrives on the experiences of different places and the promise of adventure.

About the Author – Debra Smouse

debrasmouse200x300 I’m Debra Smouse, a self-admitted Tarnished Southern Belle. I can help you detangle all your clutter, fall in love with yourself and your life, and unleash your inner sex kitten.

My truth? In order to live life the way you were meant to, you must fall in love with the day-to-day activity of living.

I spend my days writing and working with people who want to change the world, beginning with themselves.

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A life coach and writer, me and my Gypsy Soul have stopped their constant roaming and have settled down in Dayton, OH where I share life’s adventures with the Man of My Dreams.

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My Summer Home by Rachel Kain

From the time I was a baby, I used to spend weeks every summer on the shores of Mullett Lake in northern Mullett Lake SunsetMichigan. My home during those vacation was a tiny resort of red log cottages. There was a fire ring and some lawn chairs, a long wooden dock, and some aluminum fishing boats piled up on the side of the beach that the cottagers could rent.

There was a swing set that had two swings. It was simple and magical and my favorite place to be. I would swing and swing with the lake to my right and the little log cottages to my left. I would swing so high my heart would feel like it dropped into my stomach. I would secretly wish that my swing and I would spin all the way around the top bar of the swing set, or fly into orbit.

I shoved molten marshmallows in my mouth as we sat around the bonfire in the evenings. The adults drank cocktails out of plastic cups and we drank bottles of root beer and orange pop. Most of those lazy days were spent in the sandy-bottomed lake. I would walk out for what seemed like a mile before the water would even reach my belly button. No matter how many showers I took my hair still smelled like lake water.

It was perfect.

I would fantasize about the two weeks we would spend there all year long. It was one place I ached to visit as I sat in classrooms and daydreamed about as I read books cozied up in my room during the cool months of fall and winter in metro Detroit.

We stopped trips to Mullett when I was in high school. My parents divorced, and it just never happened again. In hindsight, not going to Mullett seemed to mark my exit from childhood.

Oh, but Mullett Lake and I have, in recent years, been reunited. I discovered years ago that my husband spent summers there on the other side of the huge lake and dreamed of going back himself. We finally made it happen.

Three years ago we took our sons there for a week of camping at Aloha State Park, a little ways around the lake from my childhood cottages. My parents had camped there when I was a baby, before they could afford to rent a cottage, but we would pack up and go play at the resort all day with family and friends. The places around the lake had changed, but the lake itself was the same lake we both remembered floating in as children. It was one of those times when things were really just as good as you remembered them: the amazing sunsets amid the smell of bonfires, the lake like glass in the morning, the sandy bottom and shallow shores that made it such a swimmer-friendly lake.

This time I drank coffee as I sat in my folding chair and read and watched the ducks bob by leaving tiny wakes on the smooth morning lake. This time my husband and I drank Michigan beer out of brown bottles as my kids stuffed their faces with molten marshmallows. This time I watched my kids walk out a mile while I floated along on a raft, my face warm with sun and my back cooled by lake water. I felt like a kid again, and this trip was instrumental in letting my inner child come out and play in a way that I hadn’t in a very, very long time.

We go back again this year, in about a month. This time I’ll swing.

About the Author – Rachael Kain

Rachel is an IT professional and writer. She’s really great at her day job, and likes it, too, but longs to become a racheljkainbiofull-time writer—with a house on Mullett Lake.

She’s a lifelong resident of Michigan and currently lives in suburban Detroit with her husband, sons, and dogs.

Rachel is a singer and actress and can be seen performing in plays, musicals, and concerts throughout the year. She’s dabbled with assistant directing as well.

Aside from writing and performing, Rachel’s other passion is fitness. She enjoys strength training, running, and is also known to Zumba now and again. She and a fellow writer, mom, and fitness enthusiast are building a fitness and health website for women—with the goal of smashing myths and stereotypes and celebrating common sense and moderation as the path to health and fitness.

You can find more of her writing here.

 

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If The Seas Catch Fire…by Bill Hughlett

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“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
–ee cummings

About the Artist – Bill Hughlett

bill_hughlett_bioBill Hughlett is a CFO by profession and photographer by passion.

His award-winning work has been featured in Alaska Airlines Magazine, shown in Washington galleries, and graces many homes and offices around the country.

Together, Bill and his wife, Kayce Stevens Hughlett, create unique workshops that incorporate photography and writing with deep listening and personal awareness.

Their dream is to travel the world offering their gifts to others.

Witness more of Bill’s Work at www.h3images.com.

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