Where the Lost Things Are

Where the Lost Things Are

My friend Jane has some interesting dreams and sometimes uses them in a story or poem. I do too, occasionally. Last night, I had a most interesting dream about a 1967 Ford Mustang.

My husband and I bought the Mustang brand-new, straight off the showroom floor. It was beautiful, small, shiny brown with a leather-look  brown interior and it was a V-8. That’s something rare, nowadays. Today’s cars are mostly 4-cylinder with some sort of eco-booster. Anyway, our Mustang was a neat car.

But, we sold it and I’ve always regretted that. Last night, I found it! I dreamed it was in a car lot, key still inside and it looked just like it used to look. I raised the hood to look under and was surprised to see the engine didn’t fill all the space, as it used to do. Anyway, that’s about where the dream ended, but I did find that car!

I’ve lost other things through the years, accidentally, or, as in the Mustang, on purpose but with regrets. My dream left me wishing there was a place where lost things could be found. Maybe there is–somewhere.004

Here’s a note about where my cozy mysteries can be found, not that they were ever lost. My publisher asked us writers to fill in author’s pages for amazon.co.uk and if you want to click on this link just for fun you’ll find Darcy and Flora and Ned, right there in the United Kingdom, having scones and tea. Are these intrepid sleuths in France too? Oui!  Not that our brave ladies speak French but there’s a translate button to help. Next on my list are Germany and Japan.

I hope you find peace and joy in this day. Those are two things we don’t want to lose or if we do lose them, we yearn to find and hang onto them. Here’s an old Irish blessing: May your day be shining bright, filled with joy and love and light.

 

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