My purse landed with a thud beside Martha. We met to breakfast at the Ipswich Inn, where bacon’s crispy and plump blueberries sweeten pancakes.
Martha asked, “So what’s in there?” The there referred to my purse not my brain, hopefully. It set me wondering what I’d brought along and how much of it really needed to be lugged around. While I puzzled, Martha asked, “Have you noticed the Queen always carries a handbag? Did you ever wonder why? ” Well, yes and no.
So, yesterday, I watched Queen Elizabeth address the opening of Parliament for her 67th time. She looked Spring-like in lilac hued hat and ensemble. But, predictably, carried a black purse, as out of place as anything usual can be. So I wondered,”What’s in there?” Secret codes? Keys? credit cards? mints? a handkerchief? photos of grands? a cough drop?
Well, who knows, but it made me wonder what do I carry around that puzzles others or weighs me down? I tend to travel heavy. Jud tried. Me, too, but the “what if this or that happens” nudges me to add to the tonnage I tote. Well, Dean Robert suggested weeks back that we take a backpack on life’s journey, and choose daily what to take along. It’s freeing, so I’ve heard.
Since I’m aware I’m on last laps and long to finish well, whatever that means or looks like, I need to lighten my load and take only what really matters. Thoreau wrote, “Even the elephant carries but a small trunk on his journey. The perfection of traveling is to travel without baggage.”
Well, today’s as good a day as any to begin assessing what’s baggage to my body, mind, spirit or others? And to finally toss that just-in-case -fuzzy- cough- drop from my purse.
Now what, Jesus?
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