First word: No better place than the beginning

First word: No better place than the beginning

There plenty of satisfying things to do. Walking the dog is one. Reading is another. Working in the vegetable garden. Helping a friend move house. Baking a cake. Listening to music. Finding your way through an unfamiliar city without a map. But there's something I know that is even more satisfying. It's something that happens rarely, at least in my humble abode, but I always look forward to it. When it's done, my body feels lighter, better, and my mind is settled and free. Come on, Featherstone, spit it out. What on earth are you talking about now?

I'm a jar cleaner, as in I like – love – cleaning a jar, getting it ready for reuse.

Sense of anticipation: When that jar is empty, what fun there is to be had.

Sense of anticipation: When that jar is empty, what fun there is to be had.Credit:Natalie Grono

Perhaps the jar used to contain pasta sauce, or some kind of pesto. Maybe it contained herbs or ginger or garlic. But once it has been emptied, the real fun begins – the scrubbing and cleaning so the glass is crystal clear and the lid as perfect as can be. Then the label must be removed. Usually the label itself comes off easily enough. How good it is to tear it away with a finger; it's like removing old skin. But that sticky, stubborn glue residue: isn't it awful? It barely budges. So, in the jar goes for a soak in warm soapy water, for an hour, for hours, for an entire day, if necessary. Slowly but surely, perhaps with the aid of a knife, the glue residue is removed. And there it is: a new jar.

It's an empty vessel, that's what it is. How can it be used now? What will it hold? Perhaps that's what all this is about: the future, hope, wishes and dreams. Might it also be about renewal? That we all believe so passionately in recycling, in minimising waste? The thing is, in my place, the jars are almost never refilled. They just sit on their shelf, a dozen in a row, waiting there like birds on a fence. To my mind, it's actually about emptiness; about emptying out, about not holding on, or not filling up. When we're empty – of expectation, of busyness, of desire – we are open to everything that might come our way. When we are empty, we can feel that lightness of being that novelist Milan Kundera called "unbearable".

When we're empty, we're no one. We're back at the beginning.

And there's no better place than the beginning.

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