Autumn Days

 Dear Divas,

 The Autumnal season is upon us and I could not be more thrilled. It is my favorite season and like I stated in my last post, in a perfect world it would be continually Autumn. Few things excite me more than the slight chill you feel in the air or the way the leaves change throughout the weeks. It is beauty. 

I love the way the leaves fall on the grass like they are peacefully floating down to find their spot on the grass. The wind will blow them here or there until the leaves have found the perfect place to watch the world go by. They are finally content. 

I love the mystery of Autumn. It's the way the air hits your face and swirls around your body. It's as it's saying "come find me." The sun begins to hide itself away and the clouds are finding their home back in the sky. The falling darkness holds the mystery in its palm. The mystery has finally returned after the innocence of summer. 

I love the smell of Autumn. Whether it is the aroma of grandma's apple pie or scent of your new candle, they never cease to make you feel at home. You suddenly feel the need to make chili or pumpkin pie to fill your house with the fragrance of fall. 

I love the life of Autumn. Most people think of Autumn as the  season where everything dies. But I see it as the time the colors come alive. Autumn must happen so the green leaves can finally burst into bright colors of red and orange.  Summer must end so neighbors can come together and complete corn mazes or hand out candy to the little ghost and goblins who knock on the door. Autumn must come to welcome the change.

I love Autumn. I love autumn not just for the pumpkins or the way the leaves crunch under your feet, but because Autumn reminds me I am home. Home is where I as child ran through leaf piles and danced as the leaves flew around me. I was in a world of fairies and princes and the leaves were my people. Nothing could stop us. The nostalgia of fall gives peace. It doesn't leave you hoping and waiting for more. With my sweater hugging my body and  my boots warming my feet and the autumn wind wraps around me I am home. Autumn will always be home.

                                               Love,

                                                   Cherry XOXO

 

The Warm and Fuzzies

Hello my dears! How are we today? It's beautiful Sunday today which makes it a perfect day to relax. I am watching Princess Diaries 2  while Odin (my puppy) sleeps at my feet. There are few better ways to relax than watching Chris Pine *insert heart eye emoji* try and steal the crown from Anne Hathaway.  And of course who doesn't love the Queen and Joe's relationship.

"I look like a moose!!"
"But a very cute moose. Make all the boy moose go WHAAAA." 

Life can get a little busy and we forget about the world around us. But sometimes people remind us that not all humanity is bad. The other day I went out to lunch at this yummy Italian place with one of my friends. It was a nice day so we decided to eat at one of the outside tables. Since it was lunch time the place wasn't too busy yet since they are more of a popular night time restaurant. However outside there was a table of 3 women in there 20-30s and another table of a couple and their daughter who looked like she was about 4-5 years old. My friend and I didn't really notice the girl too much since we were being attacked by bees and when we got there the family was almost done and ready to leave. But a few minutes after the little family left I over heard the table of women next to me talking to the waitress asking if they could pay for that table's check.  The waitress was a bit confused on how to do that since the couple had already paid and left, but she got her boss to void the check and let the women pay for the meal. When she asked why the women wanted to pay for the check one of the ladies said that you could tell that the little girl had cancer by the fact that she was wearing a hat and had a large bottle of hand sanitizer and just her physical actions. The lady went on to say that her father in law had just died (or was diagnosed I couldn't catch that part) from cancer, and she wanted to honor him and help this family by doing something even though it was small like paying for their meal. My heart just burst with warmth and respect for this woman.

The greatest thing about it is that the woman didn't do it for the praise from the couple. They had already left and might not ever realize that they got there lunch paid for by a complete stranger. But they don't need too. My faith in humanity was restored a bit that day. And I hope maybe this little story made you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. I know it made me feel that way.  And maybe it will remind us to look around at other people before we get so suffocated in our own.

Well my divas until next time. I hope you have a fabulous rest of the day. Queen Diva out.
   
                             Stay Swazzy,
                                      Cherry XOXO

P.S. I got this candle from ShopKo. It's called Autumn Hayride. It smells soooo good and I love it! I love candles in general. I mean I really love candles.  I burn them almost every night before I go to bed. There is just something about candles that is so calming.  Ahhhh relaxing candle bliss.

What if We...

What if instead of making the 5th Facebook status of the day, we ask those around about their day.  
What if instead of hoping for a better situation, we work for a better life.
What if instead of stressing about what other people thought of us, we compliment them instead.
What if instead of rushing everywhere, we take a moment to stare at the stars.
What if instead of striving for happiness, we strive for peace in thankfulness.
What if instead of tearing our friends down to make us feel better, we help hold their wounded hearts.
What if instead of barely noticing, we look passed their appearance to see their broken spirits.
What if instead of taking, we give.

What if we....

Time slips by so quickly. In one instant you are celebrating a joyous occasion, but in the next grieving the loss of life. These are the battles of life. The battles no one knows you face but you. We can't seem to get out of our own world to see everyone else is fighting a war you don't know about. We treat it as inconveniences to help someone who desperately needs it. We see the immodestly dressed girl in church and think "She doesn't belong here." We look at the boy who can't seem to ever get a good grade and say "He'll never amount to anything."

We treat our friends like strangers when we can't even go beyond petty talk to see if they are actually ok. We are stuck in the repetitive cycle of wishing to connect but never letting someone in, in fear of being judged and hurt, because we have done that same crime to someone else. We question ourselves all the time "what if we did this or that"  but we never change anything. Too afraid to show love, Because to show love you must give up yourself. The world teaches self love, but its a lie. There is no self in love. If I put myself first it wouldn't be love, I would be the same I've always been, selfish. Love is sacrificing your comfort zone to help somebody else.

So what if we lived love, instead of giving hate.
                                   

                                          Live Love,
                                                Cherry XOXO

A World away...

My whole life I have wanted to be somebody. I want to go places and see things. I want to be part of something great.... I live in a small town with even smaller ambitions.And my life has been simply ordinary. My desires to inspire and live.. really live are bigger than almost any other desires I could fathom of having.

I want to go to the Louvre and stare at artwork for hours. I want to ride a double decker bus in London. I want get a henna tattoo in Dubai. I want to go to the Opera House in Sydney...... I want to see the world that exist outside my small town. There are people with cultures and traditions I have never witnessed. People whose lives are vastly different than mine. I could only hope to one day meet some of those people. Experience their struggles as if they were my own.

Today as I once again look at ways to work abroad in Sydney, my passion is deepened for places I have never been and people I have never met. I can only hope and try to work to one day go there and live. But alas I'm here in my small town with even smaller ambitions.. I am dreaming.
           
             I hope to travel... I hope to dream.

                           

                                     Keep Dreaming, 

                                            Cherry XOXO