An invitation came the other day, and I thought I might answer it. It said that another portal to Lemuria might be opening up, and if I would like to come along I was welcome. I thought that it might be what I have been needing.
It’s been a long year. Medical troubles, a death in the family, the wedding of a daughter – the world had changed significantly for me, and sometime in the confusion, my muse, the She Wolf, ran away. She hung around for a bit, and I wrote a little, but lately she rarely comes at all, and I am growing lonely without her.
Chaos, confusion…I have sought refuge and counsel where ever I can find it, but my muse has not been there even when some peace has been found. So today I’ll pack my bag for Lemuria and go hunting for that portal – and my muse.
I’ll put on my hiking boots – my big knee-high boots that She Wolf likes are gone along with her, wherever she is; likewise the blue wool cape and the wolf-headed hiking staff and the leather pack. So I’ll use my hiking boots (though the hand-knit wool socks are the same) and my jeans and ordinary jacket and plain old back pack and find a stout stick to use for a staff.
I’ll pack my sock knitting and spare wool, because I can knit socks anywhere and it calms me down. I’ll pack a change or two of clothing and my toiletries, and that little bamboo flute that I still can’t play for beans since I never remember to practice. And then I’ll take pens and pencils and paper – blank books, several of them. I would like to take my laptop and iPod, but there isn’t any guarantee of power where I’m going. I’ll add in a few basic camping supplies and a water bottle, and tie a rolled-up blanket to the whole thing since you never know what’s going to happen.
And then I’m going to go looking for that portal. I’ve found it in strange places before, but usually it scoops me up before I know what’s happening. I haven’t had to look so hard for it before. I hope I can find it…
And I hope I can find She Wolf. I miss her, with her wild ideas and crazy notions and no-holds-barred approach to life; the way she can just close her eyes, take a deep breath, and tell a story, just like that. I hope it wasn’t anything I did that chased her away, and I hope I can find her on the other side of the portal, wherever that might be.
– Jane (c)March 2010