Silver, Leather, And Parallel Universes

Do you see those earrings? Those shiny silver earrings?
Those are my earrings. The earrings I bought the first time I ever went to Cozumel and I bought them for ten bucks and they have been my favorite, favorites, ever since. My go-to, default earrings for when I needed to be fancy or feel prettier or braver.
And I thought I had lost them last March when we went to Gatorbone and stayed at a cabin at the state park and I have been in despair about losing them ever since. I also lost a pretty necklace, one of my favorites, and a pair of red earrings which are crystals swinging on chains which I love and they have a crazy history of their own involving loss and discovery.
Also, one funky silver bracelet.
I had thought that I must have left them all in the bathroom of that cabin in a little bag, perhaps on a shelf and I had even called the office at the park and no, no one had turned them in and I'd thought to myself that if I'd found them, it would have been mighty hard not to consider them a gift from the girly-gods and kept them for myself and I didn't really hold any grudges or beat myself up for losing them. I just missed them.

I have dreamed about finding those earrings so many times.
So many times that this evening, when I reached into a bag that I thought I'd searched fifty times, at least, and I found them, I thought, "Well. I must be dreaming."

I don't think I am. I found the little bag and it had the two pairs of earrings in it and the pretty necklace. The bracelet, she is still MIA. And who knows? Perhaps she is the ransom I have paid for my earrings which is fine and right and I do not mind. When I was in Mexico I looked everywhere for earrings like these old ones and couldn't find any that were like them at all although the ones I ended up buying have a similar shape and I do love them. They're the only earrings I've worn since I got home.
Until tonight.

I have this theory that belongings (especially jewelry) go into and come out of parallel universes and if you've got a better explanation for why things dis- and re-appear, I'd like to hear it. It's happened too many times to me to be explained by carelessness or forgetfulness. I am not a careless person when it comes to my jewelry.
For instance- I have had these earrings now for twenty-five years.
I think that leather bags may be depots of some sort for these parallel-universe-travelings. I lost a lid of pot once, a long, long time ago, in a leather purse and it was missing for weeks and then it reappeared as if by magic. Lid of pot. Haha! What an old, old hippie I am.

I don't know how the magic works.

I'm just so glad it does.

It is a quiet night and I am home from rehearsal and Mr. Moon is out of town and I can hear the distant rhythmic chirping of crickets and I am feeling peaceful. Tomorrow I will go to town for Lily's midwife appointment and I will get to hear that coming-soon baby's heartbeat. Or heart-beep, as we are wont to say around here. Another holy moment.

I think I will wear my earrings. My once were lost but now are found earrings.

Unless I am dreaming.

Night, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon