Pennies, Nickels, Dimes, and Quarters
Well, I figured, what do I need eighteen cents for? So I decided to throw them on the ground somewhere where someone, maybe a child or a homeless person, would find them. This afternoon I did that, picking a nice green place on a walking path. I added all the small change that was in my pocket at the time, so it might have totaled sixty or seventy-five cents.
Tonight, on leaving tai chi class, I went to my parked car and, looking down in the dark, saw four quarters shining on the ground beneath the driver’s door. Prudent about such discoveries, I picked them up and put them in my pocket.
Good luck had circled back to me.
I know I didn’t have any change in my pants this evenings, so the quarters had not dropped from my own pocket. And I’m pretty sure they weren’t on the ground when I first parked in that space and shut the door.
Coincidence? Of course. But what else was it?
I’m looking at a rocking-chair moon as I think about this. I’m thinking I want to keep it going: give away a little bit more.