The Joy of Swedish Soap...
Thursday, September 08, 2011
This morning there was a bar of Swedish pine-scented soap in our shower! I bought it as a Christmas gift for my husband. Expensive. How happy I was to find it there for me to enjoy. For a moment I was transported to the pine forests of Europe and I was delighted and craving a European breakfast. Simple pleasures. Again I am reminded that where I am is more important than what I do there. I had a wonderful solo drive from Colorado via Wyoming, Idaho and then back to Washington. Traffic jams yes, but it was because of bison in the road or elk crossing the road or a "why not stop and watch" the Big Horn sheep grazing by the side of the road. I stayed for two nights on my Uncle's ranch (which my grandparents originally bought in the 1920's). I can't think of any place where I would rather be. The bathroom in the log cabin is still an eggshell blue. The same three chips in the tub are still there. The portraits of my grandmother and grandfather hang on the wall, as well as photos of my father and Uncle in younger days. The coyotes howl at night. The horses winnie in the pasture. The cattle low. I know where things are and where I am and where I belong. It is
restful. And the other place I am most at home is in Europe. It is where my parents are from and where my cousins and Uncles and Aunts still live and where I lived as a
child. And the pine-scented soap is the thing which unifies these places in my mind and which brings me "home"...home to Wyoming and home to Europe...home to
where my heart is. Meanwhile school has started and I am back in the Pacific
Northwest. It is not where my heart is but it is where my husband works and where we are for now. It is not a bad place. It is beautiful. It is just not where I want to be and I am grieving for my home on the range and for European gemutlichkeit. Sigh...