The topic for Sunday Scribblings today is Masks. The photo is a tlingit shaman mask from the St. Petersburg Museum.
For me, there are only two reasons to make and wear a mask. The first reason is to hide some part of a person’s personality. We wear masks daily in our workplace. I know that when I am in a certain place, I only show a small portion of the person I am. Is it good or bad?
The other reason to make or wear a mask is to receive inspiration from the gods. Shaman masks are made to give the wearer and the viewer a story–sometimes for inspiration and sometimes for warnings.
When I was in my twenties, I tried to not wear a mask at all. When I was angry, I said angry things. When I was happy, I said happy things. It was needful because at the time I was so entrenched in the culture that I did not know when I was happy. I thought that things–house, car, husband–would make me happy. I learned life without a mask was just fine.
It did make the people around me very uncomfortable.
Now, I wear my mask. I hold my privacy sacred. I see …