Shrine in a jar
I have started
making shrines before I even realized what a shrine was. I would start collecting
notes and memorabilia and putting away in a shoe box every year. The shoe boxes
now sit on my desk, each a shrine to one year of my life. When my mom passed
away this fall, my brothers teased me saying they were finally happy that I kept
so many things because we had notes and letters from her, it created its own spontaneous
shrine without me even realizing it. When faced with this task for class it
felt, to personal to bring in my boxes and letters from my mom but I was left
with this idea of putting things away. After the Buddha readings and the
connection between attachment and suffering it gave me the idea to put together
my box idea and attachment and create a jar where we can put away those
memories for safe keeping but open up room for other memories. Putting in some
control over the choices of what memories we get to keep. The jar came to me
over my love of snow globes. The last gift my mom gave me was a snow globe. And
it has transformed to something much more. Its like life, when you shake it the
snow goes everywhere but as it settles the image re appears. Just like life we
are shaken, flipped, bumped, but at some point the dust settles and things are
clear again. The jar of our memories can be shaken but the memoires will stay intact
in the jar. We are clearing the way and making new ones. I’m glad it will sit
in your office of safe keeping, serving dual purposes of some sort of shrine to
the class, a way to remember this awesome spring term.
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