Once Was Lost, But Now Is Found

I am happy to report that what was lost, now is found. The past few days my family has been searching for lost items-- a credit card, lost quilt tops, a pair of glasses. It was a learning experience because we had to think about our sin of surplus. For three people, we have too, too much junk. Our excuses include the fact that we've emptied two family homesteads this past year, but those are excuses. We simply have too much stuff, expecially too many papers, books, & magazines. It's an occupational hazard, the home of two writers.

We have had to take our searching to the next level, we went to the professional. We started praying to Tony. St. Anthony, patron saint of the lost & found came through. God bless St. Anthony. When the DH was on the tredmill last evening, Tony told Marc where to look. (I'd found the credit card earlier, thanks to Tony, I'm sure.) "Look in the laundry shoot!" Tony hollered over the din of the exercise machine. And that's exactly where Marc found the quilt tops, lodged in the shoot and unable to fall free...another life metaphor I suppose!


Thank you Tony! and thank you to my DH who heard Tony shouting and looked in the laundry shoot and found my lost quilt top as well as SJ's fused tree.





Now we can get back to working our way through the piles of junk. I'm taking a vacation day tomorrow to QUILT!! and to empty more boxes in the basement. Perhaps in the quilting I will "fall free" and that would be a good thing for my psyche & my chi.

Halleluia!