This Is This

This week I am celebrating wierd things that have gone on lately, because there has been a lot of it around.

A couple of weeks ago I lost a ring I wear. It’s silver with runes on it which stand for joy, prosperity, fruitfulness and success. I have a soft spot for that which other may term mystic bollocks and I am rather attached to my ring.

But it’s not attached to me, or at least it wasn’t when I noticed it was missing one night after coming back from Jude’s house late one night. Jude, by the way, is a man. I am not having extra marital affairs. I am not even having regular marital affairs, what would I need with extra ones?

I thought I might have lost the ring in the car, round at his place, maybe even before in London, at the office, on the bus, anywhere. The possibilities were endless and I was gutted that I probably wouldn’t see it again.

This carried on for a couple of days until one morning I woke up thinking, “Well, things come and go.”

As I lay in bed that Saturday morning, I came to conclusion that I shouldn’t be so attached to my stuff and what’s mine won’t be mine forever and who did this really harm anyway.

“Who knows,” I thought, “if it turns up it turns up and if not, I shouldn’t get so hung up on stuff that falls into the relatively tiny category of Things That Are Mine.”

And right then there was a small tap at my left foot where its weight caused a dip in the mattress. And I knew in that instant that it was my ring.

It must have fallen off in my sleep several days before and it had only just come back when I resolved that it was OK to have lost it.

Now I’m not really one for looking into the meaning of things, but really like things that have meaning.

So maybe the timing of me finding the ring meant something. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe there’s significance or maybe’s there’s just meaning, like affect without cause.

It’s possible that letting go always pays out - sometimes in silver rings, often in nothing.

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