Mom Nat wins by a nose. After work, I broke down (just me, not my car) and extracted my wool coat from the hall closet.
Not the thickly lined black dress coat. That one is much heavier than is currently required. Mainly I use it for holiday parties; when I'm wearing an outfit which might be wholly unsuitable for New England weather but perfect for an evening of ballroom dancing, house wine and mystery chicken.
I've had my dress coat for about seven years but it's classic enough that I can still get away with wearing it. I especially love the great big velvety hood which makes me look like a storybook character when I drape it over my comparatively small head.
Mind you, I have a dear friend who has a major coat addiction. This is someone who has more coats than pants, by a long shot. I'm sure she's reading this now and physically cringing at the idea that I have so few cold winter options. Then again, we are the same size. This could expand my options considerably. Hmmm.... I wonder if she locks her coat closet. *evil grin*
Anyway, so I pulled out the Jones NY coat and gave it the once over to see how dire the need for dry-cleaning might be. Some years ago I was almost certain to have, at minimum, someone's dietary contents dribbled down the left shoulder. Luckily I and both my kids have outgrown that stage. Looks pretty clean actually. Smells okay. Nothing a quick spin in the dryer on low heat with a Bounce softener sheet won't fix. I checked the pockets.
My hand touched something smooth and roundish. About the size of an acorn. Even before I pulled it out, I could see the sapphire blue in my mind.
The instructor related the story to the concept of karma. Whereas people think of "good karma" and "bad karma," we discussed the ideal to be neutral. To be in such a balanced place that you know both good and bad are fleeting. This too shall pass.
So, I'd taken to the habit of always carrying this one smooth stone in my pocket or purse. In my happiest moments, I rubbed it and reminded myself that I needed to appreciate my joy to the fullest extent possible. When I was feeling depressed or anxious, I rubbed the stone to remind myself not to get too bogged down in the negative. That, this too shall pass.
Just recently I discovered that the old man was actually King Solomon and it was a ring, not a rock. In any case, I had lost mine with great regret. Finding it or getting a new one has been on my "things I've been meaning to do" list for a while now.
Yet, here it found me.