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.
Spring and even summer are here, yay! Canada is so different in the warm seasons. Everyone’s out and about and just making the most of the sunny skies. I’m hosting a dinner party tomorrow. I’m so hyped. I love gathering dear friends together and just chilling and having fun. I plan to teach my friends some facial yoga moves that I’ve been doing.
Here are my last Boston pics. We took the Boston Harbor Cruise (for about 30 bucks) and visited the surrounding areas for an hour and a half. It was a narrated tour and the guy in charge spoke with an Irish accent and was overflowing with enthusiasm. I like being on and by the water. There’s something soothing and dreamy about seas, lakes and oceans.
Life has been good recently. Last weekend I met with friends. Sebastien and I also went out to dance. Going to bed at 4a.m. from time to time does good to your soul. I equally took long walks and spent some time reading in the park. Today’s an easier schedule for me. I’ll take advantage of that and go out to enjoy some more park time, with a stop at Starbucks, naturally.
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.