tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015650646418342582.post2872310687986764314..comments2023-07-20T07:34:46.237-03:00Comments on Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva: What People Really NeedExuberantBodhisattvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01789210840512529095noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6015650646418342582.post-83028567384798563802018-10-24T19:27:04.632-03:002018-10-24T19:27:04.632-03:00I just read this blog post about Jadwiga's mug...I just read this blog post about Jadwiga's mug and I think it's just perfect what you did, taking a photo of the pieces before you threw it away. It's not the actual mug that matters, of course. It's the time you spend with Jadwiga and your memories of her.<br /><br />It reminded me of a really strong early childhood memory. My sister and brother and I decided to get up early and make breakfast in bed for our parents. This was a very special occurrence. Because of some bad judgement and lack of experience, a dish was broken in the process. My mother freaked out and had a giant weeping spell because the dish in question had been given to her by her very dear but deceased friend. I think of this memory when I'm in my mom sucks mode. I wish I had had the presence of mind or maturity to tell her that the dish was not her friend or even the memory of her friend, and that it was not all that important in the grand scheme of things.Uncle Smerdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04241454463615217502noreply@blogger.com