Traveller packs

29 11 2006

The time has come. I must commit to packing my bag and setting off on my travels again. Ever keen to procrastinate I put off even making a packing list until the end, with the inevitable results - I forget to pack the most important things because I forget to look at the list. How can I be so stupid? I do it time and time again, yet never seem to learn from my mistakes. I make lists of things I am supposed to do and don’t look at the list. I write down appointments and forget to look in my diary. If I find nothing else on this new trip, maybe I will find something to assist my appalling memory.

But first, the list:

my trusty digital camera with which to record the sights and sounds, (if only I knew how to use the recording thingummy whatsit on the camera so that I could record the occasional mini-video), that I am sure to encounter on my travels

my journal in which to record my experiences

a large ziplock bag in which to collect ephemera and found objects (if my clutter fairy attempts to accompany me on this trip I will be needing a Gladstone bag not a ziplock bag)

an everlasting pen, pencil and eraser

watercolour paints would be nice but might be too heavy

paper to paint or sketch on

my winged boots (courtesy of Hermès - get it? the messenger god with the winged shoes?)

my special lightweight all purpose travelling cloak

After a visit to Ahmed, the oriental carpet seller, I am now in possession of a fine oriental/ist carpet. Ahmed has very obligingly made it into a sort of carpet bag for me which can be taken apart to turn into a sleeping mat and - as Enchanteur whispered in my ear - is also a magic carpet and may be used to transport me to another place in the event of necessity or speed being a requisite.





Sailing to Byzantium: a ritual before setting out

28 11 2006

The journey we are about to embark upon is a winter one, beginning in the heart of the winter season, December 1st . When it reaches it’s conclusion we will have crossed over the turning point of the year, having left behind the winter’s solstice. By then the first snowdrops will already have begun to push their way through the cold earth and show by their very presence that death is not the end. The cold, dark earth of winter is the matrix of new beginnings and new life. This winter wandering will be a soul journey, drawing upon the hushed stillness and peace within which everything in nature is cloaked. Such stillness in our part of the earth calls us also to a time of retreat, silence, meditation and deep contemplation. This is the time to learn to remain quiet and listen, ant to await patiently the gifts of silence that will surely follow, just as the dark days are always followed by light.

To prepare myself for this journey I created the following ritual. Now I invite you to perhaps try some elements of it for yourself and see where they might lead you. Remember too that while our journey begins in winter time, our actual itinerary shall carry us to warmer climes, which will most likely serve to quicken the blood running through our veins and even perhaps to open us to awaken more easily to the gifts of wisdom which such a journey shall surely furnish us with. (Of course, all references to weather reverse for those of you living near Heather! Still a time of quietness and inner reflection is an excellent, even essential, way to begin any new journey but especially any involving soul work.)

Note: I practised this ritual on Monday 27/11 when it was a Pisces moon, which is a good time to work on anything creative, or that requires inspiration. Accessing meditative states happens more easily around Piscean moons, as they mark spacey, dreamy times. What is particularly portentous and apt for our journey is a quote I found from ‘The Moon Lover’ by Dana Gerhardt: ‘’Every Pisces moon, find the rabbit hole that will take you there.’’ Who else but our dear L’Enchanteur can take us to such a magical place?

With this image in mind, let us begin:

GROUNDING EXERCISE

This is an exercise to help us become more in touch with the natural world upon which we depend but also a part of which we are. Begin by walking to a place that is relatively open and contains some elements of nature, eg trees, bushes and shrubs, grasses, also perhaps a water element, eg. pond, lake, sea. You don’t have to go any further than your back yard or garden, or alternatively you can hike to your favourite spot. It’s up to you. All that you need to do to complete this part of the ritual is to be outdoors and to have some vista of earth’s natural wonders before you — if all you can access is the sky, well how wonderful is that!

Stand in your chosen spot and feel the pull of gravity beneath your feet. Open yourself to the experience of the earth holding you and grounding you. Feel your deep connection to the earth.

Now close your eyes and listen to all the sounds that surround you, even the sounds of the city. Can you hear the bird song? Feel the air and wind upon your face and skin. Breathe in its coldness and dampness. Now open your eyes and look all around you. Notice the little things…the colour and curl of a fallen and half decayed leaf, the heaviness of the damp soil, the last autumn leaf clinging to the branch, the rustle of the wind as it lightly stirs the bushes. Look up above you and watch the clouds sailing across the sky, notice all the myriad hues and tones that are constantly changing. Drink it all in. Open yourself to hearing the voices of all the unseen dimensions of the universe that surround you. Now focus your attention on a single point. Become aware of all its characteristics, including its deepest essence. Try and hear what it has to say to you. Remain like this for a few moments. Then slowly walk around your space and feel each step you take, holding your foot above the ground for a few seconds before placing it down. Mindfully walk like this for a short time. Cast your eyes about for a small stone, something that you can bring back and place upon your altar as a reminder of the life that exists outdoors. This same stone shall accompany you on your journey and will serve as a grounding element in times of need. Now go back inside to the warmth and comfort of home and prepare to create your altar.

CREATING AN ALTAR

Begin by identifying where you wish to place your altar. Do you have a spot somewhere that you can place your sacred objects upon where they will remain undisturbed? If so you are lucky! My altar is a portable affair, and all my chosen tools are contained in a beautiful box which can then be laid down anywhere I find an empty room to meditate in for a while! We must each adapt any and all ritual work to suit our own personal needs and preferences. In my box is contained all the elements that I have chosen for their resonance with my soul, eg. an altar cloth to lay upon my box, tiny nightlight candles in beautiful glass candle holders, statues of my favourite Madonna images and various Goddess figurines, crystals and stones, incense, and my spiritual journal which is a beautiful gilt edged notebook , pen and colouring pencils.

Having set up your altar, which may be as simple or elaborate as you like, begin by lighting your candles, and taking a few deep, centering breaths.

Now take a small piece of paper and lay it out in front of you. You are going to write down your intention for this particular journey. Take some time to reflect upon what you hope to achieve or perhaps what you pray to allow to enter your soul. Meditate and seek guidance from your Spirit Guides. But perhaps you need to find your Soul Companion first? Spend time contemplatively awaiting Her appearance. Remember they too, whether of human or animal form, will also accompany you on your journey.

Neither of these meditations should be rushed. Sit in your normal meditative posture, and wait. It is rare that an answer fails to appear. The spiritual realm always answers and the responses invariably appear to have the force and energy of inspired images. There is never any doubt in my mind that my answers have come from another dimension.

After meditating write your intention down on a piece of paper, fold it up and place it inside your medicine bag or pouch.

The intention that emerged for me was to remain open to receive all wisdom that comes my way throughout this latest expedition into the deepest realms along the inner spiral, and to learn to carry this attitude of openness, wonder and reverence outward to the world so that the mundane may become sacred. To do this I must needs learn how to live the questions, as Rilke has written.

Having completed the ritual of preparation, the time comes to write out the list of what you plan to bring with you on this journey. My list is short and simple — apart from basic necessities which I will carry in my old rucksack, I shall also take my medicine bag containing my found stone to ground me, my statement of intent, and the various gifts presented by L’Enchanteur. One last thing remains to be done…to call forth my spirit guides and companions to walk with me along the path that awaits.

Now it is time to sleep, perchance to dream, and await the call from L’Enchanteur.





Enchanteur Ready to Go

26 11 2006

 

Enchanteur is in control, at the harbour, ready to set out on the Grand Tour. She has bags of dream seeds to be loaded on the boats and plenty of helpers. This is going to be quite an adventure and it may be years before she returns. Who will be her companion and guide? Rumour hath it that there is a titled Lord who will travel with her? Lord Montgomery no less! How Enchanteur has become involved with a Lord is unclear but she does have an extensive network and is ever an opportunist. Perhaps this Lord has something to teach her.





Preparing to Go

26 11 2006

 

A traveller, at Riversleigh Manor, packed and ready to leave on the Grand Tour.





Packing Cases

26 11 2006

Guide Book

Luggage for the Grand Tour with the Viscount has been packed with subdued anticipation. There are maps, binoculars, paints, papers, small canvas, pen and ink, jangling coins in a leather pouch, small guidebooks, and suitable clothing. Seasickness pills, lotions and potions, grooming requisites and bottled water fill our leather satchels and cases. Great works of art and architecture fill our minds, treasures of the orient, great urns and vases of antiquity with tales to tell. The breeze blows around the cool winds of the Southampton docks, and the travellers gather, expectant of warmer climes.

(copyright Imogen Crest 2006.)





No Suitcases for Me

25 11 2006

I need a vacation.

I need a world tour. But, I do not need to pack for this trip.

I am, (in the real world) gearing up (slimming down?) for an eventual move from the seven-room house I’ve lived in since I was five, to an apartment in a senior citizen building. Every day I throw away moth and dust corrupted items once deemed useful, cute, important and needed, whether: purchased, gifted, acquired, rescued, handed down, bought on impulse, or saved just in case. Dusty books, yellowed with age, read and unread, pages curling, sit in shopping bags next to cartons of rusty paint cans and cleaning supplies that will be taken to a hazardous waste site.

Bags and boxes of size six gloves, belts for someone else’s still girlish waist, used VCR tapes, old greeting cards, a Kitchen Aide mixer, a sewing machine, old clothing and a bag of potting soil have already been picked up, or crowd the hall waiting for local Freecyclers to cart away to their loving homes (God bless them!)

Giving, bestowing, blessing, (I hope) and offering to others the still useful or otherwise lovely accumulation of a lifetime–here and now while I live and breathe–makes me feel like I’m playing Santa to friends and relatives who have given me so much in love, help, and affection in the past. Post-it notes help to remind me who admired what.

So, Soul Food friends, forgive me if I am in no mood to pack suitcases of clothing, toiletries, and jewelry for the Advent Tour.

Journals and pens, I have, along with my Baby Dell, and a brain chock full of travel memories from the past eager to be turned into stories tweaked and embellished to fit this exciting occasion.

Porchsitter: Barbara Banta





Getting Started

25 11 2006

The best place to start a journey is from one’s home. My home is adjacent to an oil refinery. It’s not much to look at in the day but at night it sparkles and twinkles like something from a fairy tale. It’s all in how you perceive it.

 

Image: Lori Gloyd (c) 2006

 





Packing My Bags.

22 11 2006

 

Oh, packing! How I hate packing!
I never know what to take, especially in the way of clothes.

Firstly, I’ll be travelling far and wide, so I had best take my herbs, oils, potions and salves.

Glace Ginger pieces and Ginger Travel Sickness Tablets for any digestive troubles encountered. Nor must I forget Charcoal Tablets and Cloves.

I’ll take most of my oils. There many applications will certainly make my travels more relaxing and therapeutic.

My herbal soaps, creams, lotions must find a place in my bags, along with my potions, tinctures and salves.

Now thats the medicinal, therapeutic, relaxing and hygiene side of things taken care of.

A few basics for each season is what I now pack in the clothing department. I can always purchase anything else I need or want. Returning home with new clothing from some or all of my destinations will certainly get the fashion gossips tongues wagging.

My writing journal, letter writing set, sketching pad, pens, pencils and colours are a must!

My crystal jewelry and crystal must come along too.

Morgaine

Camelot Scribe.





Preparing for the Grand Tour

21 11 2006

Paulo Monaldi, 1720-1799

The Grand Tour was a European travel itinerary that flourished from about 1660 until the arrival of mass rail transit in the 1820s. It was popular amongst young British upper-class men and served as an educational rite of passage for the wealthy. Its primary value lay in the exposure both to the cultural artifacts of antiquity and the Renaissance and to the aristocratic and fashionable society of the European Continent. A grand tour could last from several months to several years.

The idea of travel for the sake of curiosity and learning was a developing idea in the 18th century. With John Locke’s Essay Concerning Human Understanding (1690) it was argued, and widely accepted, that knowledge comes entirely from the external senses, that what one knows comes from what physical stimuli one has been exposed to. Thus one could “use up” the environment, taking from it all it had to offer, requiring a change of location. Travel therefore was an obligation for the person who wanted to further develop the mind and expand knowledge. The typical 18th century sentiment was that of the studious observer traveling through foreign lands reporting their findings on human nature for those less fortunate who stayed at home. Traveling observation became a duty, an obligation to society at large to increase its welfare. The Grand Tour flourished in this mindset.[2]

The Grand Tour not only provided a liberal education, it provided those who could afford it the opportunity to buy things that were otherwise not available at home, and thus to increase prestige and standing. Grand Tourists would return with crates of art books, pictures, sculpture and other items of culture which would be displayed in libraries, cabinets, gardens and drawing rooms. The Grand Tour became a symbol of wealth and freedom.

Critics of the Grand Tour derided its lack of adventure. “The tour of Europe is a paltry thing”, said one 18th century critic, “a tame, uniform, unvaried prospect”. The Grand Tour was said to re-enforce the old preconceptions and prejudices about national characteristics, as Jean Gailhard’s Compleat Gentleman (167 8) observes: “French courteous. Spanish lordly. Italian amorous. German clownish.”

After the arrival of mass transit around 1825 the custom of a Grand Tour continued, but it was of a qualitative difference - cheaper to undertake, less risky, easier, open to anyone. During much of the 19th century, most educated young men of privilege took the Grand Tour. Later, it also became fashionable for young women. A trip to Italy with a spinster aunt as chaperone was part of the upper-class lady’s education.

Thomas Coryat’s travel book Coryat’s Crudities (1611) was an early influence on the Grand Tour. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the first recorded use of the term (and perhaps its introduction into the English language) was made by Richard Lassels in his book An Italian Voyage (1670).

Some contemporary sociologists view the Grand Tour as the prototype for modern tourism.

(from Wikipedia)

Packing for the Grand European Tour

Each year when we went camping I would make a huge list of things to take with us. But this list for the Grand European Tour is the mother of all lists.

Sheets, pillows, blankets, and towels
Pistols preferably double barreled, pocketknife, and swords
Fork, spoon, and knife- eating utensils taken along for daily purposes
Soup, tea, salt, sugar chest, tea caddy, mustard, pepper, ginger, nutmeg, oatmeal, sago, and a box of spices and condiments- the food on the Grand Tour is very different from what one is used to at home, be prepared.
Plenty of medicine including powdered bay salt for the stomach and remedies against seasickness
Pocket door bolt, usually no key or lock exists on the doors in foreign countries
The Gentlemen’s Guide in his Tour through France, Letters From Italy (1792-1798), and The Grand Tour containing an exact Description of most of the Cities, Towns, and Remarkable Places of Europe, by Thomas Nugent- three popular guidebooks referred to often when traveling.
Book of Protestant Prayers and Hymns
Notebooks, Crayons, and pocket inkstand- to record experiences and activities
Lice proof attire
Linen overall to be worn over bed clothing
Handkerchiefs
Broad brim hat
Passport holder with name, rank, and family name
Eye preservers
Waterproof buckskin breeches and at least a dozen strong shirts capable of withstanding horrendous treatment of the European washers, and any other clothing that you find appropriate. However, be sure to include at least one formal outfit.
Pocket sundial or watch
A tinder box to light a fire
Inflatable bath with bellows
Be sure to pack wisely!

What will you bring with you on the tour?