10. Ritual of the Little Jar

Ritual of the Little Jar

While we are growing up we learned by experience that no space can be occupied by two things at same time (I avoided mentioning the word physics this time).

The other day I took my little jar and set for a discovery trip in the small town I live in. In that jar there is lot of little papers, on each one of them I wrote a story. Each story is my problems that stay with me till the end of day, I thought by doing so I will not take them to my dreams when I go to sleep.

The jar was full, so I decided to come up with a ritual of some sort. However, the jar is full now and no more space to add.

I was thinking to take my jar and sit by the seaside and read all these papers and laugh at them… So I did… but instead of laughing, I kept on reading them time after time…

The sun was so warm... the sea was jumping like a happy child… a shy cloud was traveling alone in the blue sky… the wind was so gentle… making sure it will not take away my papers…

After a while I ended up with my jar again on one side… papers were just on my other side… I was in the middle between my papers and the empty jar…

Suddenly a nice voice calls my name, saying “give away your papers to the sea “… I argued that these are my stories… which I spent hours living them and writing them… the voice kept telling me to throw them away.

Then the sea reached out its waves, and started to touch my feet gently… so I started to read each paper for last time, then throw them into the vast sea…

The sea patiently took all my papers, I stood there watching how the sea read each paper, then took its words and ink… slowly all papers were gone into the deep sea… I waved my hand to the hours I spent and to the words I put there…

I ended up walking in the city with my empty jar. By time all shops were closed (probably they were never opened that day… not sure) the only shop I found was the flower shop.

In that shop there was this man whose face can not say how old is he … He tried to help me around his shop proudly telling me the differences between flowers… it was then when he noticed my little jar…

He took my jar to his working bench and placed the nicest bouquet of flowers, all flowers were short to fit inside the jar.

He handed me the jar and said, “…till one hour ago, your jar was full of disturbing moments… I saw you giving them away to the great love of the sea…”

He continued “each of these flowers will now be a new story… one is the story of the sun and the stars that God has put for us in heaven… the other is the heart of all mothers… the other little flowers need names… so you take care of them…”

Take your jar home, he said, enjoy these flowers… in a week or two your jar will be empty ready for your little papers … come back when it’s full and I will put more flowers…