I believe in fate and the power of the universe. With that belief comes trust even solace that even when things in life appear to be going all wrong that perhaps the silver lining is yet to emerge. So, on the eve following the night a burglar has stolen every piece of jewelry I have ever owned, I’m reminded of darker times when my attachment to sparkly fine jewels was likely born and am able to realize I no longer need shiny material accessories to fill deep internal voids.
You see, I remember a time when I longed to feel pretty and adorning my body with fancy jewels made me feel better. Also other moments when I felt out of place or disconnected from people and a glance at my $5,000 watch gave me confidence. Jewelry became the panacea: a reward for life accomplishments, solace in dark times and an indulgence to feed my ego.
I will always love jewelry. Yet, today I know I no longer need it. I have to believe that if nothing makes its way back to me that is because the universe has a bigger plan for my treasures. Perhaps my comfort level in my skin, amazing friendships with my family members and family level bonds I’ve found with my friends are all the riches I really need?
Tonight I am reminded that belongings are just stuff, but not the stuff that matters most.
Finding My Fire 