Last week my husband surprised me with a precious gift out of the blue. Was it diamonds? Pearls? Chocolates?
No, it was an antique amber brooch with a million year old insect petrified inside of it, and I loved it.
As a woman of Lithuanian descent, I’m a big fan of amber jewelry, but pieces with fully intact inlays like the one the P-Dawg got me are especially neat because, well, they’re fossils. I mean, how cool is it to be wearing something that lived thousands of years ago? That your husband got you out of the blue because he loves you?
I was going to wait for a special occasion to wear my gift, but today I just decided to go balls out and wear it to the grocery store. So I went and did my shopping, zipping up and down the aisles with the kind of speed and precision that only kid-free grocery shopping can afford. When I returned home I went immediately to the bathroom to wash my hands because do you have any idea what kind of germs are living on those cart handles? And it was then, when I was looking at my reflection in the mirror, that I noticed my amber brooch was no longer on my sweater where I’d pinned it this morning.
Luckily, I’ve been reading a lot of books lately about the insignificance of material possessions as well as the power of positive thoughts to create our own reality, and I did not freak out. First I searched the car and all of my shopping bags, and then I calmly placed a call to the supermarket where I’d been to ask if anyone had turned it in.
“And it was a brooch, you say?” the manager asked me.
“Yes, amber. It was a kind of orange gold color, and set in silver.”
“Okay, and what shape was it?”
“Did it have any distinguishing features?”
“It had a dead fly trapped inside of it.”
“A dead fly?”
No one had seen it, but the manager took my name and number and promised she’d call if it turned up.
Still, I drove back to the store to look for myself. And throughout the entire ten minute drive, I thought positive thoughts about my brooch. Because I was sure that if I believed that I would find my brooch, I would, indeed, find it. At first I only said the affirmations in my head, but then I started saying them out loud, just to make sure the universe could hear me.
“I am driving to Heinens now to retrieve my amber brooch.”
“I will find my amber brooch at Heinens.”
“I am going back to the grocery store, where my amber brooch is waiting for me.”
I mean, I really believed I’d find my amber brooch. And it took a lot of guts for me, a person who doesn’t even sing along to song lyrics while driving, to say those affirmations out loud.
So I retraced my steps back from the parking lot. I went up and down the aisles, looking high and low and peering into the carts of random shoppers. I loitered by the cash register where I’d checked out and, back out in the parking lot, I looked underneath the idling car that was parked in the spot where I’d been even though there were people sitting in it.
No amber brooch.
Then I said the old Catholic stand-by prayer to Saint Anthony, patron of lost items.
Tony, Tony, come around, what is lost, must be found.
I still haven’t located my amber brooch, but I am staying positive because I am certain that it will return to me. And if it doesn’t, the brooch probably had bad karma and I wasn’t meant to have it.
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