Today is the first day of fall. Are you ready for the new season? I think that we never really are. As humans, our forte is maintaining things the way they are, not welcoming to change. Yet change is everywhere. It’s easy to feel pumped when the sky is blue and the sun caresses our cheeks. The need to dress up, to boost and beautify comes with gloomier weather and tougher temps.
This fall I will take things one day after another. I will find excitement where I can. I will welcome the calmness of nature and the lessons the turning colors offer me. I will trust that I will be OK – that I will find joy even when all the leaves will be gone.
I still have some yummy pics to show you from Boston. I loved dressing in all black. I don’t often do that anymore – I used to a lot – so when I do, it makes me feel different, it makes a statement.
I greatly enjoyed following the Black Heritage Trail. I criss-crosses the picturesque area of Beacon Hill. Boston is an awesome city for someone like me who loves putting on those miles. We walked, and walked some more, for a total of close to six hours that day. It feels great to be out and about, visit and use your precious body at the same time. After that you can go a crazy with them Doritos, if you’d like. That’s my indulgence when I travel.
On our first night in Boston we took a leisurely walk around the nearby reservoir. Our Airbnb in Boston’s Brookline was an awesome place. We shared the sky lighted top floor, waking up to the spring budding nature and rays of sunlight. The house was a magical family home and our host Hilary had just started airbnbing so she was as excited as us about our visit.
We got to savor oven hot scones for breakfast along with interesting conversations about things like the current American politics. At night we were welcomed to share a glass of red – offer upon which I naturally couldn’t say nay. Boston had us walk a lot, but that’s how I roll anyway.
Tomorrow I’m headed to Montreal but I’ll keep them Boston stories coming in the future. I still got a some cool pics and stories to share. If you want to follow my Montreal adventure, hop over to Instagram. My goal is to post my first ever “My Story” video.
My visit at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was well worth the 25-dollar entry fee. My friend Chantal and I took a one-hour guided tour under theme of art from America. Our guide, a lovely gentleman, took our small group of four kiddos – we could have been our guide’s grandkids I think – thru different decades of art and artifacts, pulling out pieces that I wouldn’t have accorded so much time to. The “aw, am I glad I came ” moment was in font of Frieda Kahlo’s two servants. Everything in that lapse of time just seemed perfect – relaxing and cultivating all at once.
A new year is always a new, exciting beginning. I’m thankful for each year that rolls along. I’m grateful for little things that line up, one after the other. That’s where true happiness is found.
I went on a journey to find more relaxedness in my life last year. This year the same quest will continue. I long to counter the luring feelings of anxiety that sometimes try to pollute my otherwise happy outlook on life. We each have our challenges – and I know that mine is dealing with the restless thoughts that could hinder me did I not pay attention on dealing with them.
These pics are from the Intercoastal Waterway between Lantana and Lantana Beach, a hop up from Miami. Water is such a powerful element. I need it in my life. I was born in a city by water. I love gazing into the ocean horizon. It lets my dreams fly.
As the new year dawns, dreaming is important as well. Goals and plans push us forward and give us wings. I dream of vacations in the USA – home sweet home with so much to discover – but also important conversations around coffee with friends. I long to learn to appreciate every passing moment be it at work or at play.
Thank you my dear reader! Thank you for all these years of blogging since 2007. Thank you for appreciating what I create. Sharing it with you is what blogging is all about.
Hugs from Florida!
We had fun strolling down Clematis Street, the main action street in town. West Palm Beach is a small city with true Floridan charm. The ocean shore adds to the magic. There were luxurious yachts docked at the harbor. The sweetheart and I admired them and stopped to sit on a bench. The city had provided a lovely holiday décor. We also popped in a library on Clematis. If I lived in West Palm Beach, that library would definitely be my favorite hangout. They had cozy reading nooks and even a cafe.