A Force of Nature…

On that particular Sunday, I had attached the telephoto lens to my new camera and was snapping away from up on the deck, aiming at our chickens pecking the ground over by the barn. That house was a modern log home, on the side of a hill overlooking a stream below. 4,000 sq. ft of tinker toy logs on steroids, stacked three floors tall.

Leaving the side deck and going up another level, I spotted something moving in the field below. Something pink and fleshy, pushing weeds out of the way, oblivious to the swarm of insects around her.

Hannah on the move. She was always on the move.

Apparently, she had paid a visit to the big “rock that moves” in the deep area of the stream. Later, Ruth told me that she and her friend stood on it, rode on it like a skateboard in molasses. A huge snapper.

I managed to get it into a box to relocate several miles downstream.

No toes were lost.

On one visit down there, we saw cute baby copperheads, swimming in a ball in the deep part where the kids wallowed.

Our own Adventureland.

Hannah made her way down and back, nude as always.

I listened quietly as she made it up to the long wooden stairs that led from the driveway to the side door into the living area. Left foot, left foot, left foot. Happy as a clam, wagging her head back and forth to the music in her head.
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She moved out when she was 15, just didn’t come home one night. We’ve always been close, it wasn’t that. Hannah simply needed to be under her own roof, in charge of her own life. 100% self-reliant.

She called that evening: “Everything is great Dad. No worries. I’ve moved into a one-story rental over at the beach. It’s so cool! Maybe you and Mom could come see it tomorrow and we can go to lunch at the Taco place?”

She told me that she had gotten a second job and didn’t need any money.

From that day forward, she never asked for a dime, she insisted on doing it all herself.
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Four years later, Hannah bought a one-way ticket to Los Angeles. Venice Beach. She stalked and bagged a job at the iconic “Venice Beach Whaler”, a two-story bar/restaurant with a long history and nothing more than a deep stretch of sand between the spacious back deck and the blue Pacific.

She ran a work triathlon, several years of waitressing/bar-tending & entertaining the crowd, leading the charge, working back to back 16 hour doubles. 

Insane hours.
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She flew to Spain with enough money to start her travels and kept an additional $30K in the bank here.

Eight years, multiple yoga teacher certifications and 50 countries later, she came back to the USA after living and working all over the globe.

She never touched her savings in the bank.

Teaching yoga domestically and internationally, she became an “influencer”, with an Instagram account that has grown to over 600,000 followers.
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Hannah broadcasts her excitement for life from the top floor of a big house in Maui. Multiple decks offer views of jungle and ocean.

She fell in love with essential oils, using them for all forms of lifestyle enhancement and immediately jumped into the pool with a respected MLM that markets high-end organic oils.

Now, one year later, she leads the fastest growing team in that company’s history, over 4,200 people, with her personally banking annual commissions in the high six figures.

At age 33, not a bad resume for a kid who never graduated High School.

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What’s next? I have no idea, and I seriously doubt she does either.