Memory Jars yes, but I’m talking about a glass container

Slightly more than a year ago I began to notice posts about memory jars, good time jars, love jars (no pun intended), baby jars, beach jars, herb jars, laughter jars, actually there were (and are) so many jars that writing the word jar is beginning to sound Norwegian.

There are gazillions of jars about everything to do with memories and decorated accordingly.

Memories are a strange thing because sometimes we forget things. We even forget things which might seem small to some but in our mind are in fact very big – baby’s first smile, first tooth, first poo, first wee, first love puff. Other seemingly unimportant things however figure large in the heart might be a small act of kindness shown toward another, whispered words of encouragement where and when it’s needed, or a smile directed at a stranger walking by.

Small things can be really, really BIG THINGS…and it’s remembering these things that can keep us going when life throws lemons our way. So last January I decided to trial a memory jar.  Not only was I trialling the memory jar concept but I was also putting my memory on notice. I wondered if I would remember to jot down meaningful moments I intended to reflect upon the following year.

First I began by finding the largest jar I could because let’s face it, I suspected there were a lot of memories I wanted to reflect on! After several weeks of searching (I was in no hurry) I found the perfect jar – it was the largest jar of pickled cucumbers I ever saw, and because I love food, quickly ate my way through them (only problem is that the smell of dill is a bit tricky to get rid of and have it down to a dull dill smell that will have to do).

Jar found, it was time to remember to jot down memorable moments on bits of paper (I used recycled paper) and before I knew it the following year arrived. I am now in the process of reading my notes one by one. So far there have been smiles, feelings of love and pride, and the odd stirring of melancholy.

Once I empty the jar I shall begin the process all over again 🙂

Must sign off now and get reading, reflecting, and probably cook up a few new strategies to make this year work even better for me XO

My memory jar

My memory jar full of meaningful notes and the odd smell of dill