There was a time the breeze was gentle and the sea was tranquil. Remembering Puerto Rico after the hurricane season has left its gorgeous shore littered with death and sorrow. This is a TBT picture post.
Practicing yoga for 20 years became so much brighter @ Soul Pose. I'm the one counting this local activity as a wishlist item, because....well... glowsticks & bubbles.
September brings to my heart a great, slightly ridiculous yearning for a true Yooper Autumn. There, September can be felt as the air abruptly chills and the river runs more wildly. Here, in the city, September is business as usual. Labor Day weekend used to be the final weekend of summer in the mitten. Only after one last summer trip to the Cherry Capital or to the end of summer sidewalk festivals were the yellow busses seen. This is the season I am most proud to recognize that, even though I will always be a wanderer, I do have roots planted deeply in the rich, dark soils near the Superior Lake. This weekend, although many hours away, had the feeling of September that I have been craving. I saw a lot of this: As the summer sun is setting and my most wonderful time of the year begins, I am excited to chase the feeling of Autumn right into winter's cold breath.
Here's to a 4-day work week and sweater weather! We were the ones checking off our local wanderlust wishlist and wandering through the Gerald R. Ford Museum and reading all the plaques. @The Gerald R. Ford Museum, Grand Rapids, MI
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