Autumn Leaves.

It’s October! My most favourite month on Ibiza has arrived!

In October the sun shines softer, there’s something about the light…so beautiful and the skies are pink when evening falls. The island seems to breathe again, fuller and deeper, the heavy load of summer seems to dissolve slowly until there’s only pure relaxation.

October feels like magic. The golden light softens all there is. At the same time it means a farewell to summer and that always brings a melancholic kind of mood. By the end of the month the island goes in “winter state” which means all tourists have left and most of the beach restaurants have closed their doors. A calmness rules and summer hectic is soon to be forgotten.

Each year it’s a fascinating swift. I love it. I believe Ibiza is most beautiful these last months of the year. It’s authentic and I’m thankful to be here now. On Ibiza there are no autumns with its falling blazing red coloured leaves, but there’s definitely an atmosphere in the sky which brings everyone more inwards. That’s what autumn does, so this won’t be particularly the time for the thrill seekers, but for the ones travelling their inner journey.

While I am writing this my sister and her family are here for a week. I notice that it’s hard for me to focus on writing now they are here. But not to worry, I foresee more than enough writing days ahead of me. For autumn is the time for being more inwards it creates some good times for writing. As writing is thinking.

Nine years ago in Amsterdam I sent my resignation letter to my employer where I worked as a legal consultant. It was autumn 2009 and I felt for the first time my journey began. I was letting go something that always felt safe to me, but where I didn’t see a future anymore. I rode my bicycle across the city where the streets where covered with autumn leaves, looking for a postoffice to post my letter. I still remember how it felt the moment I gave the post guy my letter. I went off to a coffee place, sat down and through the cafe window I watched the trees. Trees standing tall in the old city street, letting go their leaves, reaching for their roots. I’m still on that same journey. Good and bad things happened in between and I’m still travelling. I always will be. Aren’t we all travellers?

If you might have paused your travel for whatever reason, autumn is the time to continue your journey. We don’t need to go far. Really we don’t. There are landscapes to discover, rivers to explore. It’s all within. We are the journey.


Con Amor,





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