Monday, March 24, 2014
In Southern California, I've been living through earthquakes all my life. I know the drill. Get away from windows. Stand in a door frame. Stay away form objects that can fall on you. Yet, wouldn't you know it, every time there's a earthquake, all I can do is stop, stand still, and ride it out.
Unfortunately, when it's all over, then it occurs to me that I was too close to the shelf with all the nick knacks, or under a tall floor lamp or, what the heck, near the window. Then I look up, thank the Holy One for saving me AGAIN, and spend the next 10 minutes trying to guess the magnitude.
A few weeks ago I was one of many women who prepared and participated in a Sheva Brocha, or party, for a bride and groom. There were so many of us because the more people you bring in to prepare food, the less everyone has to do.
I was wearing a pair of hanging earrings that didn't have a backing to them. I also wore a long scarf, and sat draped it in nearly the whole night. Afterwards, stuffed to the gills, I walked home, all 8 blocks, with my kids (it was Erev Shabbos). Barely able to keep my eyes open, I quickly prepared for bed.
When I looked into the mirror with a mouthful of mouthwash, I noticed it - I had only one earring. There was no use looking for it. That earring could have been lost in the host's house, on the long walk home, or maybe, just maybe, this menopause brain forgot to put both on.
I decided not to think about it because then I would get upset about something I could not change. Until one week later, when I decided to wear the same scarf for Shabbos - and guess what was hanging in it! The earring, of course.
As the saying goes, let go, let G-d. All it takes is practice.