Memo # 8

I did not expect to feel it, but I do really feel a need to go to church. Ever since spring break when my great aunt passed away and I went to mass with almost my entire family I felt something that I have been missing for a long time without even knowing it. A sense of peace and comfort, a long needed solace for a mind troubled by the countless petty problems of school. Being home and with my family during that sad time reminded me of the importance and beauty of my Lithuanian heritage and traditions. After the funeral mass and luncheon my mother and I were extremely exhausted something about being in a group of people with that much emotion in one area was almost suffocating. I practically ran out of the room during the wake. Anyway I have never forgotten the importance of my heritage but being so far away from what I believed to be its source made it difficult to maintain a mental connection.  Then I realized why can I not be its source, I have as much Lithuanian blood in my as my ancestors there is not excuse why I should rely on their surroundings cherish my culture.  After thinking about it at home I realized two things.  First, I should fulfill the promise I made to my grandmother and send her some prints of my photography. I had done whole project including pictures with my mother, father, and dog, Tera. I really think she would love to have them before she passes away, which may be very soon. I do not know why I keep putting it off… oh right school. … figures when I get an extra minute the whole rest of Syracuse is taking a minute off.  So I can hardly even make it anywhere to get photos printed. Hopefully I will be able to get it done before the end of the year. The other thing I realized was that I wanted to take a bit of my traditions back to Syracuse with me, and my mother agreed that it was a good idea. I wanted to bring the paraphernalia to make Lithuanian wax decorated Easter eggs. I have invited some of my closer friends to join me and learn a very old tradition. I’m happy that they have agreed to attempt it. Decorating and dying eggs has always been something I look forward to every year.. almost more than Christmas Eve. The rhythm of the needle clicking the tin of the wax container and the steady scratch of the tip against the surface of the egg puts me in a sort of creative trance that I know generations of people can relate to. I would have to say I am the most enthusiastic egg decorator in my family and have gotten pretty good at the craft, but I always like doing it better when my whole family and/ or friends are sitting together sharing our culture and creativity.

 

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