I step into my dark garage, a chill runs through me as my barefeet touch the cool concrete. I know exactly what I’m looking for, the old wooden shelf. It’s towards the back of the garage and up high. I have to step up on my tippy toes to reach one of the many glass mason jars that rests on the shelf. The jars are all different shapes and sizes. Some are tall and narrow with a small corckscrew sealing its contents shut from the world. While others are short and wide with light metal lids tightly secured to protect the precious secrets inside. I have collected these jars from many different places throughout my thirty-three years of living. They are filled with my adventures – from the vivid colors of breathtakingly beautiful sunset while sitting, alone on the beach in Maui at age 21 to watching my brother say his wedding vows to his precious wife just 4 short weeks ago to the pain that overcomes me with the disappointment of a new relationship ending. Some of the jars, I recognize, because they hold memories so dear to my heart and I can recall locking them safely up. Today, I reach up, pick any old jar. It doesn’t matter which one, the stories are endless and all hold meaning to me. I slowly come back down on the balls of my feet, holding a jar carefully between my hands, wondering which jewel is inside. I think to myself that life is wonderfully beautiful and heartbreakingly sad, all at the same time. We all have different tales. My tales rest in jars and I’m now opening their lids to share my treasures with you….
Amidst this blog, I will carefully, one at a time, open the lids to my jars and my stories will flow out. These are my stories, experiences and lessons learned. Some of them are from years ago, others are from today. They are my treasures and they have been locked safely in jars for years The experiences I’ve had over the last week or last night or today may never make it into a Jar of Justice. I may just share these with you as they are unveiled to me.
