I don’t want to create the impression that my wooden spoon should be venerated. I mean, I like it. It is pleasing aesthetically, and perhaps this is important for a focal object. Do I love it? Let’s explore that.
It is the object’s ability to offer symbolic opportunities that is its greatest feature. Clearly, I see its Trinitarian possibilities and I love that about it. Father, son and holy spirit bound together as one and drawing me in.
But the key for me is the way the object behaves in a process, a meditative process. I don’t love it in the way that I love the substance it discloses to me. I’m struggling for the right metaphor. I guess I love it in the way that some people love a car. The thing may have intrinsic value but what we appreciate is its ability to transport us. It is arriving at, being in those destinations that our love for the car is bound up. (I once had a neighbor who washed and polished his car several times a week and was for ever to be found with the hood up seemingly in the act of being swallowed, literally as well as metaphorically. His relationship to the car appeared fetishistic, but I am not qualified to make a judgement).
The object is not a substitute for being. It assists in being and becoming. So for me, the object is a vehicle on the road of meditation, an instrument on the way of discovery. It has a place in a larger thing that I love. It is in that sense that I love it.
