carrying good karma

Sometimes I think I am the luckiest person alive. Those of you who read along during my travels may recall June of 2004, when, in two separate manuevers, I lost both my ATM card and passport, both of which miraculously found their way back to me.

This past weekend I went for a mini-retreat at Harbin Hot Springs, where I inquired in the front office about my favorite ring, which I'd lost in their dressing room four months earlier. They had it, neatly taped to a piece of paper in the Lost and Found box. I shrieked when I saw it; it's my favorite ring I bought in Calcutta on my last day in India and I was gutted when I lost it.

When I got home this time, I realized I'd left my prescription glasses. I called the next day and the sympathetic bespectacled man on the other end of the line not only informed me that they'd been found, but offered to mail them to me at no charge.

Today my purse was stolen while I was visiting a customer. As I often do, I carelessly set it down while I was running around the store. Someone must have noticed my lack of attention, grabbed it and bolted right past the security desk carrying my blue silk purse (from work, of course). I spent the next two hours in the security office, watching replays of the security video, cancelling my credit cards, calling AAA, the Toyota dealership, the locksmith and my roommates, trying to sort out what to do next.

I called my office to let them know that at that moment, I had no phone or access to my car- the lifelines to my job- and wasn't sure when I'd be back in business. In the background I heard our office manager let out an elated yell. Someone was calling her on the other line to let her know they had my purse and found the office number on my business card. We got connected, I cried, she delivered my purse back to me with everything present and accounted for aside from the cash in my wallet. While walking down the street, a car had driven by and hucked my purse out the window onto the sidewalk, at the feet of my new guardian angel, Marie. She had scooped everything together and tracked me down.

How is it that things always seem to come back to me? All I know is, small miracles like these just make me want to do all the good I can in this world to keep the karmic cycle rolling.

Thanks Marie. It's your turn to see fortune's smile.