One of My Earrings was Missing this Morning

I looked up in the mirror this morning and noticed one of my earrings was missing. Oh. No! I sighed! This was one of my favourite earrings. I really loved its mix of blue and amber stones dangling from my ears. Then I started to wonder when and where I lost it. It is only 9:30 a.m. and I have been working only around the house. Perhaps if I trace my steps back, I could find it. Amber and blue turquoise must be easy to spot. So, I started to think back to remember what I have done and where I have been.

 

I remember being in the kitchen making the coffee, then looking out of the window and seeing the hummingbirds flying crisscross, up and down, and then sitting with their little tales up feeding outside the kitchen window on the granite counter. I remembered thinking I need to clean the window so I can have a better view and enjoy their bright and translucent colours and beauty. I traced the footsteps I took to find the squeegee to clean the windows and the earrings were not there. I remember going into the garage to put the clothes in the wash and then going back o hang them on the line out in the backyard. I traced those steps into the garage and the yard my eyes glued to the ground trying to remember every move and still I did not see a trace of my beloved earring. I remembered going to the chicken coop to let the rooster out of the box and feed the chicks. I started to walk in the direction o the chicken coup with my eyes glued to the ground seeing every blade of grass and every leaf fall on the ground. I remembered I walked from one side of the yard by the sweet lemon tree and walked back from the other side by the sour cherry bushes; my eyes still glued to the ground noticing a few chicken fathers fallen here and there against the green background of the grass. But I did not see my earnings. Then I remembered taking a bag of trash all the way out by the curb outside because today is Monday and the garbage truck comes early in the morning. I walked all the way to the curb outside and traced all my steps looking down for the amber and turquoise of my earrings and I did not find any. Then I remembered, Oh yes I remember going into the bathroom and cleaning the toilet making sure it is spic and span wiping the floors and around the toilet bowl. I traced my steps with my eyes glued to the floor remembering every step and every move and still did not see a trace of my favourite amber and blue earrings.

 

What else did I do this morning, I asked myself. O, yes, I did make some almond-haired badam; a Persian hot serial with rice and almonds. For that, I had to go into the garage to get the rice and back to the kitchen. I traced those steps and remembered every move I made and did not find any trace of my amber and blue earrings. Where could they have fallen out of my ears, I kept asking myself. Ah. I remembered I did stand by the mirror in the upstairs bathroom to trim my hair. Maybe I lost them when putting on the white T-shirt with the tight neck. I looked at the spots of every possible step with my eyes glued to the carpet looking for my blue and amber earrings and I did not see their beautiful sight. Did I do anything else this morning, were I anywhere else? Ah, ya I did go outside to take out a bucket of water after washing the dishes to pour it in the pot where the passion fruit wine and sweet basil are growing right by the side of the patio in the front yard. Maybe my blue and amber earrings are laying on the ground in the side yard right by the Jerusalem artichoke bushes and the other passion fruit vine. I must go and check those steps before the gardener comes today and blow the leaves and debris with my beloved blue and turquoise earrings swept with the rest as trash.

 

Once more I touched my earlobes hoping I could feel the smooth texture of my amber and blue earrings and only felt the bear and empty wire hanging in there. Having only one earring was the image that came to my mind. What a shame, I have lost them after all! I remembered the day I bought them in Gallup New Mexico from the Native American peddler by the side of the restaurant we were going to have lunch.

 

This is not the first time I am losing a precious possession and trying with all my heart and soul to find it. Each time I feel the object becoming alive in my imagination with a very vivid picture as though I am materializing it with my will and powers in its absence.

 

I remember the day I notice the agate stone of my Baha’i ring missing while visiting my sister-in-law’s house. The look of the empty hole in my ring and seeing the skin of my finger instead of the agate crown, sunk my stomach. This was not an ordinary ring; my father had given it to me when I was a young girl. I have been wearing it for over 5o years and have been familiar with its look. The stone has the greatest name etched on its face. This ring has been a part of my right hand. Where could I have lost it? I asked myself. The fact that it was late in the afternoon and I had been to so many places really concerned me. Well; I cannot lose hope, I better trace my steps back. Where was I last? O’ yes I was washing my hands in the bathroom. I went back to the bathroom and looked everywhere for my amber colour flat oval shape agate stone. There I noticed the trash can full of crumbled white paper towels that people had discarded after drying their hands. I looked down and did not see my precious stone against the cloud-like white background of paper towels. I looked at my finger and the look of the empty hole in my ring struck me again. Should I give up or …. I decided to go one step further and take all the crumbled napkins out one by one all the way to the bottom of the can so I do not ever wonder later if my poor stone was left there and I did not really look for it. It is very unlikely, I thought, but just to be sure I better go all the way. And as I lifted the last piece of the white trash, I saw the wonderful reddish orange stone smiling and shining against the black background of the trash can, waiting for me to pick it up. No need to say how happy I was. My prayers were answered. I thanked the loving universe for returning my ring stone, the gift of my father, back to me.

 

My thoughts returned to the lost earrings once again. I have not found my turquoise and amber earring this morning yet and my mind constantly wonders about where else I could have lost it. Then I noticed another question entering my mind in the meantime. I noticed a parallel between my outer ornaments and the inner precious jewels the divine Father has given me. I am supposed to look in the mirror of my soul every night and every morning to make sure not only I did not lose any of my precious inner ornaments but that I acquire new ones. There is no limit to being greedy for these inner ornaments no matter how hard the times are! If losing my beautiful amber and turquoise earrings has brought to my attention the worth of my inner jewels and gifts, perhaps, I am not at such a loss after all.

 

As I walked away from my computer, I noticed my eyes still glued to the ground, looking for my amber and turquoise earrings, touching my right ear hoping to feel the cool, smooth feel of the stone which is no longer there.

 

I realized the soothing sense of resignation and acceptance which comes with the permanent loss of material possessions sooner or later. people lose their possessions through floods, earthquakes, fires and theft. My loss is no comparison but perhaps my little loss can help me understand a little. I like the feeling of resignation and acceptance.

 

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom by the sink and out of my mouth came out; mom, have you seen my earrings this morning, I seem to have lost them!! O, is this what you are talking about? She was holding up my beautiful amber and blue dangling earrings in her hand! They were sitting right here inside of the sink!!!

 

Do we need the help of others also when we look for our inner ornaments?

Keyvan Geula is a licensed Marriage, Family, and Child Therapist; LMFT. She received her Master of Science in Marriage, family, and Child Therapy from the University of La Verne, in La Verne, California. She employs the latest research in behavioral sciences, neuroscience, and the Baha’i principle of the oneness of all humanity to serve the well-being of her clients.

She offers her services as a clinician, lecturer, trainer, and supervisor to a global set of clients in person and online. In her clinical work, she incorporates the wisdom of the Baha’i Writings, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy research, Mindfulness meditation, and consultation skills, as well as knowledge of the spiritual self.

She is an adjunct professor of Behavioral Sciences at Citrus Community College, faculty of continued education at Claremont Graduate University. She teaches psychology online to students at Baha’i Institute of Higher Education.

She is the Founder and Executive Director of Center for Global Integrated Education (CGIE), a non-profit Baha’i-inspired educational organization, which explores oneness of all humanity, and teaches the integrated mind-body-spirit approach in education.

She has served for two years as the producer and host of a two-hour weekly live radio show for the Persian community in Sothern, California focusing on the role of the psychology of spirituality in personal and social transformation, creativity, emotional and social intelligence, and a greater sense of harmony in a global society. She also has been the host and producer of TV series called Transforming Human Consciousness for eight years. She regularly writes and blogs on www.cgie.org/blog on topics related to integrated education, the oneness of humanity, the powers of the human spirit in the betterment of global society, elimination of all prejudice, equality of women and men, and education reform. Some of her shows are posted on her; Keyvan Geula YouTube Channel.

Mrs. Geula has served in several Baha’i institutions since her youth in Iran and USA.

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