I’m packing…
5 12 2006From the vast expanse of my prairie world lying cold and dormant under a sun which has slid far south. Shortened days give way to lengthened nights where people huddle indoors in heated rooms or beside hearths filled with flames. Wrapped in a quilt, I prepare for my journey.
In my traveling case I will put
toiletries
a favorite hairbrush for the strokes that begin and end each day with the calming movement of hand and arm drawn over long tresses
a flannel nightgown
silk shirts and woolen pants and skirts
a hat
books, journal, a favorite pen
tea of many kinds: green for health; chamomile, mint, lemon, cinnamon spice for soothing companionship that suits time and mood
bits of fabric, trims, thread, needle, scissors to create a reflection of sights and insights
I’m sure I’ll think of more items as I mull this and plot my travel itinerary.
PrairieMuse
your words take be back to very early age, when my grandmother would brush her hair — always kept up in a bun during the day — down to her knees when she thought to be alone, or I was asleep.
faucon
I’m struck by how calm and organized you are! I’m always frazzled before a big trip, which is not as fun.
You’re off to a lovely start and you’ve only just packed your bags…
what a start Prairie Muse. So pleased that we have you up and operational now darling. And you sound so prepared.
I too felt a sense of peace and certainty about your path as I read this. The details attached to the items you are bringing created a sense of aniticpation, but none of the rushing and craziness.
Lovely! I am anxious to hear more.