Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Packing but ... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ... not everything 30DBC: You are going on a long trip. I know you’ll take toiletries and clothes. What else has to go with you? Give me a list of 3 things you must take with you and explain why these are necessary. Electronics and their batteries and cords and... these are necessary but a royal pain. Camera, computer, phone. I need to be able to make reservations, send messages and keep in touch. My journal is a necessity, as is an extra notebook. I keep addresses and numbers in them as well. Hard paper copies of anything like reservations. I'm a writer and a jotter. I feel naked without paper and pen. Spare glasses, shoe laces, belt, sheets, pens, pillow-case. Yes, one can buy most everything elsewhere but better to have it packed. I hate shopping. I have a list, even for clothes (how many socks, shirts, black underwear). I only pack a backpack and a roller bag, both are carry-on. If it doesn't fit, it doesn't go. Doesn't matter whether it's two weeks or two months. If I need to deal with a change of weather it can get dicey, but I don't dare over-pack. If I have local money left over from a former trip I take that as well. It means I don't have to go looking for an ATM at the airport. Instead of a song about leaving, a song about staying: I've actually been to Liverpool! |