For weeks I’d been meaning to get to the Arnold Arboretum to enjoy the trees and watch the leaves fall and swirl and drift their way down to the ground. And here it was November, and somehow, though I’d left my job in June, I wasn’t finding the hours of free time I’d imagined. There were still so many tasks to accomplish, appointments to keep, new jobs to consider.
On election night I stayed up late with friends and slept late the next day. I slept past the time I usually meditate, which threw off my morning. It was a warm sunny day—likely one of the last of the season. I meant to get outside by 11:00, then 12:00, but wasted hours doing chores.
It was almost 1:30 when I finally got out the door. The Arboretum is one of the best places in Boston to get a nourishing dose of nature. The 281-acre sanctuary is a 20-minute drive from my house when there’s no traffic, over an hour when there is. My plan was to spend a lazy afternoon in the park, but I had to rush to get there so I could rush to get home so I wouldn’t get stuck in rush hour traffic. By the time I arrived at the Arboretum, my shadow was already long on the ground. Continue reading The Be Part