I am currently in the throes of border crossing. Not that I am at the border yet. It seems to me the preparations start much before. Obviously, the passport must be found. Fortunately, I keep mine in one spot, no matter how I move about. Well, in one box, as I move about.
No, I mean the final hours as you drive towards the border. I have winnowed down my food supply, getting rid of fruits and veggies. I am down to wraps and cheese. Just wraps and cheese. And a bit of hummus. I never really thought how nice spinach is to have in a wrap.
I fondly remember the wraps of last summer. Though I was moving about on the Mythmaker bus, I was able to keep a nice supply of veggies and fruit, replenishing on our many stops. Ah, those wraps were something else! I would have avocado, spinach, even salmon! I recall sitting on a grassy verge with other members of the bus, sharing our food to make truly diverse wraps. Sharing food and stories, growing in familiarity.
Perhaps this has come to my mind due to meeting up with Shine this weekend just past. Feeling the comfortable familiarity, being able to sit and simply touch for a long stretch of time. The body has many hungers, and the desire to hold and be held is just another one. When one travels, skipping over the surface of other peoples lives, it can be hard to stay long enough to make those attachments, get to that comfort level. Although I have only just gotten back to the traveling ways after a winter in one place, I find the habits returning.
Feed the belly, feed the skin. Feed the spirit
Wherever you are, Be There 