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The glass jar- creating memories.

“I am going to keep it as a memory.” It struck my heart. We’d just finished decorating glass jars with serviettes using the decoupage technique, and as we were waiting for the glue-varnish to dry we talked about what we would do with our creations. One said she was going to put chocolate in it, another said she might give it to her daughter; it was a light and happy conversation. And then one said quietly that she would keep the decorated jar as a memory.

Her comment moved me and remained with me. I realised that to her this evening meant more than I’d realised. It was good to be reminded of the importance of what might seem insignificant. And it moved me that through a simple evening we could create a moment that was worth remembering.

And that’s what part of life is about. It’s about creating memories; good memories that are worth being reminded of. And sometimes it’s not bad to hold on to objects that are “worthless” in the eyes of those around us, when they hold value to us because of the memory they represent.

Life is full of different kinds of memories, and sometimes the bad memories outnumber the good. It’s always good to remember good experiences. And to that girl her decorated glass jar represented something good that she wanted to remember and be reminded of.

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