Today, the Sunday after Thanksgiving is supposed to be the busiest travel day of the year in the U.S. People are leaving their Thanksgiving celebration destinations after time spent with family, friends and significant others. We are traveling by car, airplane, bus, train, RV and by foot and by bicycle. Despite, traffic jams, canceled flights, standing-room-only trains, one thing is certain, we are, most of us, sure of our destinations. We will get where we are going at least in the physical sense. Home. For some, however, the journey never ends, There are folks who never arrive mentally and spiritually anywhere. They are constantly in motion. They are always going, doing, emailing, using Social Media, directing, worrying, moving, gossipping. Stopping or even slowing down is not part of their inner journey. Peace for them is a foreign destination. Their road to inner harmony is roadblocked or delayed by their need for constant excitement. Often, they offer you a ride or a free ticket to join them in their insanity. Don’t get on that plane! Don’t join folks on the journey to nowhere. Wherever you travel, you can choose peace as your destination.
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Welcome Fall. Fall really is my favorite season. It leads to Thanksgiving and Christmas – family, food and amazing wardrobe choices. I like October best in Washington DC where I live. The flowers are still in bloom and even my rose bushes are making a comeback . The weather is sunny and crispy with beautiful colors of trees emerging. I still run errands in my white yes white flats and wear sandals where it suits the occasion. It is a month of birthdays of my favorite people. Perfect time for festivals and butternut squash soup.
October is also Domestic Violence Awareness Month and Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Donate to these causes if you can.
CCL and I have hit the road “over the river” and through Pennsylvania for family Thanksgiving dinner. Tradition, family and love. Just passed a herd of cows. Years ago my parents took my sister and me on road trips. My mom would have us count the cows on our sides of the car. Whoever got the biggest tally would win some candy. If you passed a graveyard it meant your tally was wiped out and you had to start over.