Yesterday was a bit much, speaking of something happening. It was just the most absolutely ordinary day with us puttering around the ranch like a lot of days. It was an all of a sudden realization that my wedding ring wasn’t on my left hand anymore. After forty years of traveling with me it was gone, solid gone. I stared at my hand; it didn’t even look like my hand.
I exhausted myself searching for it. What a frantic feeling. Oh, it is wearing me out right now just thinking of it. There was one spot where I was convinced it had fallen. I went over the area with a metal detector, put stuff through a half inch mesh to no avail. Had to finally give up and lie down.
A couple of years ago My Rebecca had made a beautiful silver ring that she gave to me and that I have been wearing on my right hand ever since. She suggested that I just switch hands, easy peasy. That made sense and felt good. And then she had a story for me about a young friend of ours, a new Mom, that found a wedding ring while gardening and it wound up being her wedding ring some time later. I feel better. Maybe I am part of some bigger story yet to come together.
Life is like that I should remember from the Camino where it seemed like daily I was loosing and finding things. Of course in the end these things are only things and sharing them with people that we don’t know may be important somehow.
Walking later today. Henriette will be here with a bottle of Sangria. That could be the opening line in the great novel that I need to write yet.
OK gang, time to scram loves, Felipé.
What a really nice post to read this morning.The wrangling with panic and fear and desperation and, yeah, shame is generally my pitfall, the trap I stumble into far too often.
I’m happy you got offered a loving, sweet hand to climb back out.
It’s a lovely, meaningful ring, the one Rebecca designed for you. Wear it with joy, my friend. You may have fallen into a new kind of intimacy with Becca – and just haven’t known it yet…
Love speaks.
Listen…
Steve-O ~ It was a heavy duty day and I’m glad it is over. Yes, My Rebecca rescued me and lessons were learned. What is that play, “All’s Well That Ends Well.” Seems like we are living that most of the time these days. Are you moving? Felipé.
I lost my wedding ring at the school where I was a principal, 12 years ago now. I looked high and low and even had lots of help. I was devastated, not because of the material object but because Kelly and I had picked it out together.
Several weeks later, my sweetie on Valentines Day surprised me with a much nicer and up-dated version. One where you can actually see there is diamond in the setting. Of course, this was not before the kids and he had a good laugh by presenting me with a huge fake gaudy diamond, only to roar with laughter at my expression. Why do kids like to make fun of their parents? I guess it is payback for all times we teased them!
Anyway, our sweeties always come through in the end! What a great feeling knowing they have our fingers and our backs!
Love,
Cas
Hi Carol ~ have been enjoying your FB pics of your hikes. Yea, the wedding ring loss panic, what a deal? That’s when you need your handler. Yes, and my Rebecca came through with an out for me. Are you going to try and make it up for the Veranda? Felipé.x
The inspiration for the ring was actually a lock of my hair, silver and slightly wavy.
Bekka ~ oh, thanks for the correction. Either way it has the waves going on for sure. Thanks for the help on my wedding ring panic day, couldn’t have done it without you. Felipé.x
That’s even, better, Rebecca.
Though it might be seen now as him
having you…
wait for it….
wrapped around his finger…
(Seriously, it makes it even better as a wedding band.)
Steve-O ~ Yes, it’s a good thing. Blessed again, Felipé.
Wonderful end to a frantic beginning. Oh, the keeper of lost things. I admired Rebecca’s ideas and they fit just nicely without fuss or angst. Well done wifey!
Sending good thoughts your way always!
Nancy ~ yes, nice job wifey for sure. Yea, we hung out with Helen a few evenings ago, what a delight! It’s fun to see our kids all grown up. Felipé.x
What a great lesson to see how Rebecca had a simple solution, easy peasy. No stress, no drama, no feeling like it was some sort of epic sized symbol! How often can we blow everything out of proportion, only to – if we are lucky – have one of our nearest and dearest see it so very differently! Hallelujah! After reading your experience, and Carol’s similar experience it occurs to me that it’s actually a nice ritual if you think about it: updating a wedding ring. We grow and change, and it’s nice to think our rings can too! Looking forward to seeing you soon Felipe! We will have some fun in SoCal for sure!
Annie ~ I like the way you put all that. Have you ever considered writing a book? Anyway, yes, see you at the Beach soon. Felipé.x