The Cathedral of Our Lady, a Roman Catholic cathedral in Antwerp, Belgium
My grandmother used to chant an incantation when she lost her cooking timer (my sister and I also hid it in a kitchen drawer and set it for 60 minutes). When she lost her things, she tied scissors to a long rope and dangled them from a tea kettle. Over her dining table, the scissors would hang from the kettle as she chanted, “Please lead me to my watch.” I just find it easier to blame my husband for losing whatever it is and make him find it—maybe it’s a generational thing.
In Antwerp, minus scissors and a kettle, there is a beautiful and well decorated alter for people who lost things. The walls are painted historical family crests, and candles light angels along the walls. I felt that I could definitely find my lost things when I tried to recall what I lost recently.
I did not lose any objects (that I remember); with the exception of my glasses, I am usually good at placing my things in the same place every time. Once I found my glasses in my hubby’s underwear drawer—perhaps that’s when I lost that “falling in love feeling” after five years. Could God help find a “feeling” like a lost object? I came here from far away so I must try to pray. I lit a small candle and closed my eyes saying, “Please let me fall in love again.”
Suddenly it occurred to me after this trip that I should clean up my closet. I really want to throw away old underwear and replace them with all spring colors with laceworks (or that’s the excuse I will use when shopping for them). I know someone will like the new collection. I hold my hubby’s hand to leave the church.
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