As I ready to leave Loch Lomond, the desire to take pictures of some tiny flowers that draw my attention overtakes me. In this close up you can see the missing diamond in my wedding band which causes swirling thoughts of this valuable, lost, itty bitty thing - the tiny sparkly diamond of my ring.
When and where did I lose it? Who knows? It could be buried deep in the carpet, in the depth of the garbage, sunk with the recyclables, sucked up by the vaccuum. It could be anywhere. There could be diamonds anywhere. Tiny, sparkling. And I write it on my thankful list because of all it's got me thinking.
I don't know when exactly it happened, but when I noticed, I was surprised. Suddenly I was hyper aware of this hole in my ring, where something was missing. I have the sinking suspicion that it had to do with the tearing open of large boxes tightly sealed with tape. The bookcases. It had to be that, had to be then. It must've fallen out during the process of putting them together. That was the only time I did something out of the ordinary with my hands. But how? How in the world did a diamond pop out? And where is it now?
My eye now has become attuned to catching glimpses of sparkles shining in the oddest places. You never know where you'll find a diamond these days. I realize now that they fall off of rings, so when my eye catches a glint of something sparkly, I must go check what it is. Everyday I glimpse tiny things that shine, as I hunt for diamonds that don't need to be mined. I search for the bits and pieces that have infinitesimal value, that can be lost and found with real eyes.
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