3) Several other bracelets have broken and fallen away but I have found them. I chose not to have them fixed or I waited for a long time. I can take a hint.
4) My dear friend Stazja McFayden went to the UK on a reading tour and to meet up with poets she had met in her many years of organizing and publishing poetry. Shortly after she returned, I received a gift in the mail, a beautiful pair of earrings that had been made in India. I loved them and wore them frequently over the next few weeks. The problem was that the earrings were the kind that just hook into the ear and it was winter, with a need for scarves. One day, I noticed one of the earrings was missing. I was struck with disappointment, especially because of the fact that they were a gift. I looked under the seats of the car repeatedly, remembering the previous experience. I looked everywhere and finally resolved to accept the loss.
Months later, I was vacuuming the house a bit more thoroughly than I often do. I pointed the hose attachment under a small bookcase in my front hall but there was something that it just would not pick up. I thought it was a pebble or something brought in from the outer world. I tried several times but whatever it was just refused to be sucked into the belly of the machine. I bent down to determine what this substance was and, wrapped in a dust bunny was the earring that had been missing. I was so excited! I called Stazja to tell her that her gift had returned, with great relief and gratitude.
5) In 2001, I had the honor of teaching a week-long workshop in Tuscany on behalf of Il Chiostro. On the last day of our time at Villa Dievole, I discovered that the antique white gold wedding ring that I had been wearing as a toe ring for a number of years was missing from my foot. I tore the room apart, shook out the bedding about 20 times, looked under the mattress, stressing, of course. I finally remembered that I had been sitting with my feet dangling in the pool a day or so before. It was worth a shot, especially after some profound prayers to St. Anthony. Deep in the water, below the spot where I had sat, I saw a very small glint. By a miracle, it had not been sucked up into the filtration system. I was able to communicate with the grounds keeper who spoke almost no English that my toe ring was lying on the bottom of the pool at the deepest spot. He took much pity on the sad woman I was and ran to his took shed, where he fashioned some sort of small hook at the end of a long rake handle. He tried over and over to nab the ring, to no avail. I tried to convince him that it was ok, I understood it was too difficult so don't try anymore but he kept poking the stick down into the water, refusing to be defeated. And he wasn't! Joyfully, he brought the little circle up through the cool water and retrieved my grateful smile along with it.
The next day, in a small chapel in Rome, I made a generous offering to the shrine of St. Anthony. It would have been foolhardy to not do so.
6) Another earring tale: a friend gave me earrings for Christmas in the mid 90s. That day, while visiting friends for the afternoon, I discovered that one of my brand new earrings had fallen prey to the scarf factor. I was decidedly bummed, until I discovered the earring on the ground in the snow next to my car.