The Kiss: Lost and Found

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Lost somewhere in my house is a Ziploc bag of diamonds and emeralds. Yes, real ones, mined from older jewelry and meant for future projects. Not a fortune, to be sure, but a few hundred dollars’ worth. Perhaps one day they will resurface, as things tend to do around here: “Oh, that’s where they were, all this time.” Still, they are a treasure that I long for.

What have you lost of value? I’m going to report on something I lost once but found–love, in a word. I have only been inside my own marriage, no one else’s. I wonder, however, if you still have a sense of passion. Ours declined, a daily lessening until it was no longer expected. Those “pecks” like chickens, more or less.

It was recovered with a kiss. I can give the day and even the hour when it happened, but just trust me: it was real. The reason would be speculation, but I believe it was a spiritual experience for one of us, shared with the other. I’d felt the same years earlier, shared it, but at the time, it didn’t take. This time it did.

Words fail sometimes, in the reality of experience. I won’t try to use any of them to describe the beauty, the height, depth and breadth of the moment. It’s where it belongs, in my heart. You can plan it, however, perhaps like this, to your beloved (who may not seem so terribly beloved just this minute): “Hey, this person I know says that we need to consider getting some passion back in our relationship. She says the key is a kiss, a real one, full of the passion from days gone by.” That’s all really. The awkwardness surrounding such a suggestion may mean you wait for that initial discussion to pass. Find the right moment. Don’t worry about giving a report. If you are happier, I’ll be glad.

A few kiss links for today: Gustav Klimt’s famous painting, a rather gilded kiss, with the lovers’ clothing richly colored and decorated with gold, silver, and platinum. I rather prefer Francesco Hayez’s older painting for its gorgeous blue satin and the man’s hand upon the woman’s cheek. Here we have Rodin’s sculpture, also famous and as passionate as marble can be perhaps. This nice collection includes some other favorite artists. To get you in the mood.

For the musicians: Schubert’s lied “Gretchen am Spinnrade” as sung by the great New Zealander Kiri Te Kanawa. Our Gretchen sits at a spinning wheel longing for her lover. She can work for effectively until she remembers his kiss. Then she—and the wheel’s spin—must pause until she hesitatingly begins again. That’s passion, people. Schubert was just shy of 18 when he wrote this song. Amazing.

But for Gretchen and Rodin’s lovers, loss is the real topic. You, however, can find and renew what may be missing. If my jewels turn up, it will be accidental. You, dear friends, can be intentional.




7 thoughts on “The Kiss: Lost and Found”

  1. Lost…. A precious gift from my dad to my mom. Before mom passed she gave me a crystal star pendant. Wearing it made me feel close to her. It’s gone missing. I blame myself. Many tears and guilt ridden days. The love for my mother can never be lost but felt in my heart forever. Someday we will be together again.

    1. I can imagine your feelings. One thing that I once lost–a tiny ring from my great-great aunt–is buried in the foundation of a house across the street from where I grew up. When I was an adult, I decided to replace it and have been happy with that decision. Of course, it’s not quite the same, but I enjoy wearing it and remembering my aunt. Perhaps you could design something like you lost and have a jeweler remake it. And if the original reappears, hurray!

  2. Oh yes. Lost. Stolen from burglary years ago. A ring from English ancestry that was in the royal family with the Royal crest inside the ring. Gold. Diamond mans ring. A little of my soul died that day. The heart break telling my father, the many stops in all the pawn shops trying to find it while 8 months pregnant with Sarah, the sobs to the policemen when reporting. Still breaks my heart to this day.

    1. What a story! Make sure you write it for your family too. A neighbor at the old house lost her father’s West Point ring in a burglary. She was heartbroken as well. He had been a lawyer for the Nuremberg trials. The unkindness of those burglars!

  3. I love this! What a beautiful piece and something us long time married people forget.

    I had lost my grandmothers rings (I would never wear them) and thought they had been stolen in a robbery. They were gone for over 20 years. Several months ago I cleaned out drawers in the garage and found a velvet box and lo and behold, there they were. I still will never wear them but I have them close to me and that is what counts.

    1. I can imagine your joy and thanksgiving for the recovery. And so recently! Thanks for commenting. Your the great writer and could find a cool outlet…

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