Traveled this Christmastide to my Grandma Fitzpatick's (
from the Gaelic: Mac Giolla Phadriag) in Poteau, OK. She lives near Long Lake,
Cavanal (world's tallest hill), and the
Ouachita National Forest. The Fitzpatrick Hillside is 13 acers of woodlands, own by her, my mom, and 2 uncles. As a child this place was like a second home to me, especially over summers, which often were spent running through the woodlands with my cousins. At 17, I built a Celtic hunters hut from ceder bows... it took 2 years to come apart, and ruins still remain!
Christmas was relaxing... nothing eventful, just Christmas at Grandma's. I was blessed to get a 1611 KJV Bible, an Amy Brown Fairy Journal, a Mic for the the comp,
another journal (
hmm...people know I like to write it seems), and Runts
candy. Grandma also had me go to the store and pick up the light blue sleeping bag I
wanted, and told me it is my birthday present. ^_^ Good timing, since
my old one just broke.
Wonderful as this all was, it seems a shadow had passed over things. Why I do not know... it feels as though this was the last Christmas that will be this way. The last of a season. Am I moving soon? Is Grandma leaving us soon (
her health has been poor for a while)? Who knows where this winter path goes, but it has come unbidden and thus must be journeyed on.... God be with me...
~
Traveller Gal, out!
