Today I came home, tossed down my groceries and whimpered “gotta pee, gotta pee” as I hoped over the corner of the couch with my roommate still sitting on it, peed, washed my hands and then came out and picked up a small package on the coffee table.
What slid out of the package, the package with no return address, made me shake, and then cry. And then shake and cry.
It was my wallet.
That key made me feel like something wasn’t lost to me. And when it came back, it was all the sign I needed.
Nothing is ever lost
It is only
If we look
We can find
– Alice Walker
from Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth