Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

There’s this thing I’ve heard where thinking “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” on the first day of the month brings you luck. I believe in omens and signs, but I could never get this one.

My first thought, regardless of calendar or date, is usually “no” or “ugh, I have to adult.”

But this post isn’t about that.

It’s about two days ago. I was headed to the Day Job. I took the dog out before I left because I’m a responsible pet owner.

Sitting in the dirt beside my walkway was an earring.

When I was 14 or 15, my grandmother gave me these earrings. They’re opal drops. In my teenage brain, they were magical, my first “adult” earrings, and I loved them. Unfortunately, as these stories go, I lost one of them.

I searched and searched and never did find it. Until yesterday.


I lost that earring ten years ago.

I pass that same patch of dirt every day. It’s right beside the garage. The earring wasn’t buried in the mud. It wasn’t under leaves or brush. It was just sitting there. Waiting. And aside from being extremely dirty, it’s in perfect condition.

Monday night, it rained for the first time in months; a heavy, cleansing downpour. It was a new moon, a time for renewal. I told a few friends and they all reacted with a unanimous “WTF? NO WAY!”

Here’s a gift from the past to the future. There’s no coincidence that it’s just been there all this time, through a decade of seasons, and landscaping, and yard work. There’s no denying that I’ve been desperate for a shred of hope since the horrors of two weeks ago unfolded.

But if this isn’t a symbol of things coming full circle, of weathering and resurrection, of survival, I’ll eat my best hat.

If you’ve been looking for an omen, or a sign, or a glimmer of hope, here it is. Use mine.

Maybe invoke some bunnies for good measure.


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