Lost Things . . .

Dear you,

Saint Anthony is the Catholic Saint of lost things.  Perhaps you know the common people’s prayer to him:

Dear St. Anthony, please come around.  Something is lost and it cannot be found.

Very 2020 relevant.

What have we lost?

What cannot be found?

What will never come back, no matter how much we pray?

Someone lost their mask in the Publix parking lot this week:

This is a new form of litter/garbage we see on the streets these days, and the lost (or abandoned) mask reminds me how often we dispose of good, helpful things . . .  and people.  I like the photo, my shadow self looming over the heroic little accessory.

What have we lost?

What cannot be found?

What will never come back, no matter how much we pray?

What we have found, if lucky, is resilience and possibly revolution.  And even a parking lot phone-photo can be viewed through an interpretive lens of the new, things as they are, the way we never expected them to be.

I hope you are seeing what is new.  And I hope you are finding things too, things you did not expect to discover.  It can only get better.

Love,

Joyce