Souvenirs

Jacques, an gold-orange kitten from the litter at le Mas de Salel, meows and meows at me, his round, blue-green eyes fixed on mine.  Ah, he is hungry again!  We are getting to know each other as this winsome Averyon spirit finds his place in the household routine.

 

This is my second day back.  It has been a flurry of unpacking and putting away, filling up the fridge, and getting the lawn mowed.  Being away allows a fresh eye, reorganization an added task.  Space is made for those things I brought back.

Souvenirs: reminders of a journey out into the world and also, perhaps, into oneself.   Which will have an impact and how might it show?  No big deal for sorting cabinets and drawers, but where might reorganization hit in daily life?  It feels a bit dizzy, more than jet-lag.  I scratch Jacques’ full tummy, and he responds with a purr.

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