I am so grateful I didn't visit my birth family this year. I do give my best effort to be F-U-N when I'm there. Because who wants to be around someone who can't be cheered up unless a certain someone comes back to life? But here, with absolutely no pressure to BE happy, I've found real joy bubbling up within me. And gratitude.
The sights and sounds of Boston.
Ha! Notice the selfie? I'm feeling quite at home in Boston. Not surprising since it was my home for two years, my sophomore year at Boston University and my year off working in a needlepoint design studio overlooking the Public Gardens. I DO feel as young as I did then, except when I look in the mirror...
Yesterday I walked over to the Pop-up Holiday Village at Boston's Government Center to find Christmas gifts for the hotel staff. I found six miniature tangine pots at a Moroccan shop, all different colors. The shop keeper invited me to haggle, so $8 a piece went down to $6. Then I wandered through Quincy Market behind Faneuil Hall, and around behind to the outdoor Public Farmer's Market, where I bought two boxes of blueberries for $3. On my way back 'home' along the waterfront, I picked up a large lobster roll for dinner. I couldn't even get my mouth around it, so some big chunks of lobster are Christmas dinner tonight.
I hadn't a clue what gift to put IN the Tangine pots for the staff, so late yesterday afternoon out I went again. Peppermint Meringue Kisses at the bakery just beyond the Tea Party Museum were perfect. So, together with Starbuck $5 gift cards and candy canes, I packed six little bags with tissue and played Santa Claus this morning.
Afterwards I listened to this video. The child born 2,016 years ago sparked my spiritual life 35 years ago, but Matt Kahn is my spiritual mentor this week. Also Eben Alexander, M.D., who wrote 'Proof of Heaven'. This is a link is to one of Matt Kahn's YouTube videos.
Merry Christmas !