Today I picked up my paper cutting that was stolen in Baldwin City from the girl that bought it at the goodwill store. She had actually purchased it a couple months ago not knowing that it had been stolen. Even stranger, it was at the same goodwill store here in Lawrence that I just very recently donated a carload of stuff to when I had the urge to purge.. So maybe there was some good karma going on there. I don’t know.. But I’m thankful that I have it back. I even felt a little teary when I saw it, since I had long ago accepted the fact that it was gone. My car got stolen in NYC when I lived there, but this was a bit more of a violation to me since it’s something of my very own making.. so there was more of an attachment perhaps. I suppose it justifies, like all things do really, my belief that everything turns out the way it’s supposed to.
The fox in this picture was guarding the bird on their journey. They took a real journey and made it back unharmed…