life of a georgia Artist

 Fall is my favorite season. I love to hike in all our state parks. I try to capture their beauty, butttttttt I am allergic to the outside.   Recently I have been fighting allergies, ear pain from them, eye pain, and cannot breathe out my nose. So This is a sense of smell edition. I have always had allergies in Georgia. Never had this issue growing up in NJ. Now my ears, throat and so on are always mad. There are tree allergens, leaves, grass, air, you name it. My doc gave me medicine and told me to sit my but in the AC and not to hike.  I miss the outside world. I miss seeing nature, I miss hearing the birds while in the woods, I miss seeing the local alligator at our local park. * he is friendly from afar*  Who else is suffering? I have to take a steroid nose spray and try to do steam nightly and in the AM. I struggle with holistic and medical healing. I fight and fight and fight.  I feel that winter, which is mild here in Georgia, will be when I can emerge. My thought is if I wear a

  Sounds have a way of performing time travel. We hear a song,  we hear a phrase, we have a voice, and we are transported back in time. Sounds take us back to when we were a kid, a teenager, a new mother, a father, or took a road trip cross country. Sounds are magic and instantly transport us.  I know when I hear REO Speedwagon, I am a teenager again. When I hear the bangles, Walk like an Egyptian I can see my HS gym and it is decorated for a school dance. I see us all walking like Egyptians on the dance floor.  Sounds like a familiar voice takes us back to something our grandparents said to us as kids, or perhaps they always said something like Look on the sunny side and it stuck with you. My grandparents raised me till I was nine and I can always hear them clearly when I think back to my childhood. The swing chains make a little rattle, the crackling of the burning leaves in the outside stove, the sound of water repeatedly as I jump into our pool over and over. I am five again. New s