When I sifted through the spoils from our road trip, half of what I brought back were pieces of nature, and I've realized since that I do this all the time. Take, for instance, the contents of my coat pockets: In almost every one you will find at least one small stone, usually a round one that I picked up along the beaches of Lake Michigan. I like rubbing it between my fingers, savoring the texture of its surface.
Then I remembered that my mother always has Tic Tac Mints in her coat pockets. When on occasion I slip into one of my mother's coats, my hands will soon be playing with one of those Tic Tacs, and I can literally feel that that coat is hers.
So I started thinking about how our coat pockets are little manifestations of who we are, and this weekend, while picnicking out in the country, I emptied the pockets of my field jacket, to really look at what I carry around:
- a glove (not the practical working gloves that should go with a field jacket, but rather a hint of my urban life: thin and knitted, with a buttoned cuff and ruffles around the edges)
- a crumpled grocery list (the practicalities of life are never far)
- some coins (ditto)
- an acorn (I love those guys; too bad they usually fall apart as they dry)
- a piece of seaglass (so wonderfully smooth!)
- a shard (found on the beach for its cool colors)
- five small stones (the one with the porous surface is the best for rubbing)
So the question is: What's in your pockets, and what does it tell you about yourself?