Do any of you feel irrational sentimental attachment to any object? I thought I was relatively immune from such feelings - strong will power, a belief in the Buddhist 'Attachment to Things' philosophy (Ajahn Chah) - but I surprised myself today.
I was working in the wood on Thursday and, after clearing some debris and fallen branches, I set off for a walk along the Northern perimeter fence to check for wind damage (there's no vehicular access along this bit). When I got home I realised I didn't have my 'ugly stick' - my favourite walking stick for the last three years. It was too dark to go out and look for it so I went out yesterday. Retraced my steps, the whole route, where I'd walked, where I'd worked afterwards - everywhere. I returned home empty handed and feeling down. Things didn't improve later in the evening when the missus said 'I don't like to think of your stick out in the woods in this weather!' - what a weird thing to say, but it hit a nerve and I was feeling quite upset all evening - it almost (but not quite) felt like when one of my springer spaniels was lost. I have a few things that I'd be upset to lose but they're all replaceable - this stick isn't.
So, I've been out again today and, you'll all be relieved to know, I've found it
So, I was wondering, am I mad? or do any of you have similar feelings about inanimate objects?
I was working in the wood on Thursday and, after clearing some debris and fallen branches, I set off for a walk along the Northern perimeter fence to check for wind damage (there's no vehicular access along this bit). When I got home I realised I didn't have my 'ugly stick' - my favourite walking stick for the last three years. It was too dark to go out and look for it so I went out yesterday. Retraced my steps, the whole route, where I'd walked, where I'd worked afterwards - everywhere. I returned home empty handed and feeling down. Things didn't improve later in the evening when the missus said 'I don't like to think of your stick out in the woods in this weather!' - what a weird thing to say, but it hit a nerve and I was feeling quite upset all evening - it almost (but not quite) felt like when one of my springer spaniels was lost. I have a few things that I'd be upset to lose but they're all replaceable - this stick isn't.
So, I've been out again today and, you'll all be relieved to know, I've found it
So, I was wondering, am I mad? or do any of you have similar feelings about inanimate objects?