What is Lost
A friend
texted me about having lost her car fob. As she knew we walked a lot, she
thought we might walk around her route and look along the way for the missing
object. We walked a couple of blocks and back as another storm was rolling in
with wind and rain. With the rain coming down we went home. No luck. But in my
mind, I thought it was probably in her house and sent angels to help her find
her car fob. She was successful and, in the evening, she texted again with
great relief saying it had been found.
I have a
theory about lost items. There is a third or fourth dimension when they rest. I
guess they are tired from existing. So, they wander off, hiding in plain sight.
Until we need them, and in a panic, we start looking. Heart pounding, anxiety
mounting, and curses building in our minds. How they really get there in this
other dimension is no mystery. We are the creators, the architects, the
directors of the drama soon to plague us. All it takes is a moment where our
mind drifts when we go about our business.
It is hard
to calm our “monkey minds” as the Buddhas put it. Try sitting quietly for five
minutes and concentrate on your breathing without many other thoughts barging
in. Thirty seconds is my goal. Walking in the door with keys in hand, you would
think we would have it down pat, with a routine firm in our habits but no, we
are thinking about what comes next, shoes off, bathroom, changing clothes,
getting dinner on, our thoughts really don’t have an order and easily jump from
one to another.
Which is
why I rely on angels. There have been occasions when I have gotten to the panic
state and the man, my husband, gently asks, “Did you ask for help?” It is his
way of letting me know to step back, breathe, and ask for help for whatever I
need. And you know what? I end up saying ‘Thank you’ a lot. For the third and
fourth dimensions open up, and I find what is lost.
Just a note: To see a short story I have written, consider the anthology I am in. Release date is May 11th, 2026.
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