Do Not Enter The Tea Room

Around Christmas 1995 a friend came to visit me in my newly married, presumably happy, life in Michigan. We went to a museum where we saw an exhibit of a Japanese tea room. Outside the display was an attempt to describe this exhibit. It started with something like: “Within the tea room, one feels loneliness which penetrates into the marrow of one’s bones...” and ended with the caution “Please do not enter the tea room”. I laughed out loud. If you don’t get it, you probably should leave.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Baggage

Here's what my emotional baggage would look like if it were to take physical form. A lovely faux alligator set. This is only SOME of it of course. I think the trunk got held up in customs, and I am quite sure I packed a garmet bag that I don't see.

How about you? What style is your emotional baggage?

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WinterWheatOctober 04, 2005 8:21 PM
Nice set of bags there, ma'am! My own emotional baggage wouldn't match like that. Some of the pieces are very old and tattered around the edges; some are newer. Most are pretty humble (one's a promotional duffel bag). The prize piece is a blood-red leather suitcase I inherited from my mother (it really exists). In that particular piece would go, appropriately, the neuroses I inherited from my mother.
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AnonymousOctober 07, 2005 1:56 PM
Mine is a kerchief on a stick. Its density is so high though that I can't glibbly swing it over my shoulder and I have to drag it on the ground. People then mock me for not carrying it properly when they can't imagine how heavy it is. Sometimes, when they get close enough, I smack them with the stick. The kerchief is blue/indigo with a black tiger stripe print. This sort of design was popular when I was in eighth grade which is when I packed up.
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