I wonder what the lost things feel as they wait for me to find them? Lost things don’t know they are lost, they just think we left them in this “very safe place”. Do they still feel treasured, confident in our love?
Do things have a consciousness? No, probably not, but they are full of the energy that we imbue them with. Our care and attention, and once I’m on the hunt for something that I treasure and have misplaced, surely they hear me calling out for them in my mind, because I search very intensely. Anyone who has ever lost a very necessary thing knows how that feels.
My sandals that I loved had disappeared. For months I searched deeply but intermittently, only to find them, almost by accident. Seemingly not sheepish at all, there they were tucked deep in the pocket of an old backpack .
It made sense, and I thought I had checked all my packs – obviously not well enough. This is their usual use, hiking and camping. After a day of tromping in hot and heavy boots, they are slim, flat, light as a feather to pack and tough enough to wander the campsite, or even double as hiking shoes in a pinch.
I had missed and not replaced them as I was sure I would eventually find them. Hence a couple of trips this year I have had no camp shoes and that was annoying. Happy dance! I tried the sandals on and found them just as comfortable as I recalled.
Like all the good things that I wish for in life. It’s nice to think that hopes and dreams and goals are out there, just waiting like my sandals.
Their location is not secret, not hidden on purpose, instead they are waiting. Under a bed. Around a corner. Any moment they will surprise me, or they will arrive, falling into my delighted hands. Lost? No, they are just waiting to be found. As soon as I stop searching.
Now if I could just find my Garmin hiking watch which has been missing for ages.
St Anthony is the saint to pray to for lost things. Well I’ve done that – he isn’t getting my emails obviously. Which sounds ungrateful, since I found my sandals. I did thank him for those, maybe there is a queue and now I’ve got the sandals, I have to go to the back of the line and wait for the watch.
I do rather like the thought that the things we are searching for, not just the lost things but the dreams and hopes as well, that they are out there – not ahead of us exactly but right here already, they are waiting for us to notice them.
I’ve read a few books on The Law of Attraction years ago. I admit I lack patience and a fair bit of belief in this seemingly magical, invisible system of getting what you want from the universe.
But when I think of it this way – like a lost thing that is already mine, that I have to keep in my mind and have faith that I will stumble across it somewhere, it seems easier to believe.
That’s the thought of the day. If anyone is a bit closer to St Anthony, could you ask him to return my calls or just let me know where my watch is please? I’m not trying to jump the queue, but it’s been awhile, I have searched in every conceivable place. To make things worse, the thought has niggled its way into my head that I’ve thrown it out by accident in the great clean up somehow.