Posted on Wednesday 27 July 2011
as part of a very deliberate but somewhat indulgent choice to divest myself of a good portion of my worldly crap, i’ve come to realize that as I feel like I have a lot of unused stuff that is just clutter, both physically and psychologically… it feels great to get rid of stuff now and then.
for example:
I have a porcelain Buddha (beverage container). It has a a straw hole so it’s not very sacred…
Of course, the memory attached to it is… As I recall, my very dear friends Christian and Kathy treated me to sushi and spent some quality geek time with yours truly. I believe there was miniature gaming involved, some odd looks from the wait staff, and a great tropical drink of some sort that our glassine guru contained… mmm!
But the memory is not the Buddha. The figure is not what’s meaningful. It takes up space, it occludes light, casts shadows, and watches from its shelf.
Do I need the statue to reflect on the occasion? No, but it would be wise to store a visual memory somehow, (yay technology) so when i’m 92 (I’m determined to get there, by gosh) I can still remember other, connected memories: sprawling out around our canoes and a camp fire with a marvelous small crowd with hacky sacks, guitars, keyboards and logs… or seeing a young man roll around in a tent, blink drunk and giggling.
I’m going to take some shots of my small meditating stein, and then I’m going to release the peaceful mug downstream like a flaming bier, fading out of sight. Someone will use this again. Or it will be thrown aside. It doesn’t matter.
The memory is not the Buddha.
rich
7/22/11