Long Lost...now found!!!!

Ohhh I cannot stop smiling....sometime last year I had lost my house keys. It had a beautiful gold plated key chain. The brass keys glistened more in the shine of the blingy key chain. It was not just high on looks, it had a handy utility feature - a hook which could be latched onto a pocket; once fastened it could not fall off or slip away. Many around me found it attractive. And I thought that's the reason why I lost it!!!!

I had a fixed place where I would keep my keys, wrist-watch, etc, there was no misplacement possible. Anyways, with all my search in vain, I reconciled to the fact that it was not to be found again; I conceded to using my back-up key set which had a drab plastic identity tab attached to it. Still mourning from the loss of my adorable key chain I refused to get a good one for my back-up keys. 

As luck would have it, I lost the back-up too!!! Losing an inch in the perpetual tug-of-war with my spouse, as is the case with every couple, I swallowed my pride, borrowed my husband's key set and got a duplicate made. 

Later, the loss of two lipsticks convinced me of theft by my domestic help's little daughters. Their mother is a trustworthy woman. I wanted to wait for the right moment to ask her as she was in the middle of a family crisis. Time flew by and nothing was ever lost again. 

Last week, I set out to empty my trendy handbag which I had put to disuse as it had a tiny tear in the in-seam stitch of an inner section. I had lost coins, pens, hair-pins, etc through this tear but could always re-cover from the space between the bottom of the handbag and the cloth sections. I would ignore the clank and clink of the coins, and with the arrival of my brand new designer handbag, I treated the old handbag as a piggy-bank to be accessed on a rainy day. 

I had decided to give away the old handbag to someone who could use it; so I set out to enrich myself with some coins and started emptying the bag thoroughly. I had to increase the tear just to mine the heavy, metallic treasure it held at its base. Lo and behold....I found my key-set as well its low-profile back-up. I could not believe my eyes; how could two big key sets manage to slip in through such a teeny-tiny tear? 

The excitement outlasted a few bragging sessions with some fellows. But all the while there was an undercurrent of thought; was there a message in all this? All the while the old handbag was in my wardrobe, in my plain sight, even when I was fretting about my prized possession. I had to undergo a cathartic emptying of sorts and let go of some old baggage to find what I had lost.

It was right in front of my eyes all the time – my old handbag – I had just ignored it. A tiny insignificant careless tear, if not fixed in time, can make us lose something invaluably big. ‘A stitch in time saves...’ ahhh those childhood lessons we tend to ignore.

Yes, there was a Spiritual message, not one but three. Let go of old baggage / issues; in the process flush old stuff out, keep what’s required and dump the rest, catharsis is important. And lastly, try not to have loose ends and small tears, in bags, relationships or anything else.

The loss was meant for me to find newer meanings. I shared this episode with my Spiritual Guide; he smiled, because I had got the messages after all.

And yes, I found the lipsticks too.