I’ve been on holiday in England the past couple of weeks. A travel blog post is on its way, but in the meantime, I was wondering…
Do you have tangible items in your life that are symbols for your dreams and desires?
You might remember that I attended a Writers’ Retreat in Virginia Beach back in May and, while there, visited the Edgar Cayce Center. In addition to several books, a purple tie-dyed sarong with fringes caught my eye. It didn’t match my bathing suit, and yet I knew I had to have that sarong. It was more than a beach cover-up. It was a fabric talisman that would transport me from suburban mom to sophisticated world traveler with a minimum of luggage. I would carry it with me on every trip and this one item would eliminate the need to pack several others. Sure, at the beach or pool, it would function as a cover-up, but there were several other uses for this piece of plum material. Felix had his bag of tricks, but I would have my sarong, and like MacGyver, I would transform it into anything I needed at the moment.
On a windy day, it’s a hooded scarf.
When there’s no time to change for dinner, it becomes a wrap that dresses up my outfit.
Tied in a few places, it’s a halter top…
…or a bohemian skirt.
At the outdoor market, I’ll pack up my fruit, cheese, and wine and carry it over my arm.
In a pretty meadow, I’ll lay it down for an impromptu picnic.
Back at the hotel and without a proper dining table, I’ll drape it over my suitcase and serve a decent cup of tea.
Caught in a rainstorm without an umbrella, I’ll hold it above my head and run to shelter.
When injured, I’ll use it as a tourniquet or to support a sprain.
Even when I don’t speak the language, I will delight children with a game of peek-a-boo.
In a church, I’ll cover my shoulders.
Where religious norms in other countries require my head to be covered, it shall be…in purple tie-dye. Hmmmm, maybe not.
In a pinch, it’s an extra towel.
After waking up at 5 AM and traveling hours to Bath to take part in the Jane Austen festival and consuming way too many scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream, I’ll lay my sarong out on the grass in a park and take a two-hour nap.
And at the end of the day, I’ll wash it and hang it to dry so it’s ready for another day of adventure.
That was my thought as I stood there holding the purple sarong in my hands. And it was a thought that made me very happy indeed. So, I bought it and brought it with me to England three weeks ago. I’m happy to say it came in handy after the Jane Austen festivities. :-) See photo below.
Are there items in your life that are symbols or reminders of who you are at heart or where you’re heading in life?