“Depend on the rabbit’s foot if you will, but remember it didn’t work for the rabbit.” – R.E. Shay
“What is it?” I finger the soft pink fur.
“It’s a rabbit’s foot,” she replies.
I laugh. I know rabbits have pink noses but not pink fur. I poke my index finger through the beaded keychain and watch it spin like a yoyo.
“No, it’s for real. They just dyed it to look pretty.”
“Really. Push through the fur and you’ll feel the bones.”
My fingers press until they rub against hard thin lines beneath the vibrant fur.
“Ewe, that’s creepy. Why do you carry it around?” I hand it back to her and rub my hands on my cut offs.
“It’s for good luck.”
“Really?” I am intrigued. I extend my palm to see it again. She places it in my open hand.
“You know it’s a good luck charm. I don’t know how it works, it just does.”
“Has it brought you good luck?”
“I don’t know. If you want you can take it home tonight and see if it brings you any.”
I stick it in my pocket and feel the soft fur down to the bone throughout the day. I can’t wait to get home and show my folks. On the school bus I pull it out of my pocket and clasp it around on of the belt loops on my shorts. When I run up the driveway to the house it bounces up and down beating against my hipbone.
“I think it’s probably fake, and it does not bring good luck. It’s just a silly superstition.” This comes from Mama, the woman who flips out if you open an umbrella in the house or worries someone is going to die if a picture falls of the wall. She goes on to tell me it is bad luck to depend on an object to receive good luck, it being blasphemous or something like that.
Daddy claims it is genuine and the fur has been dyed. As far as luck goes he says it’s all in what you believe. If you think good things will happen they will. If you worry too much, you invite bad things. This sounds more reasonable to me.
I really don’t notice my luck changing one way or the other, but I love the way it feels between my fingers or when I rub it against my arm or leg.
I take it back to school with me the next day and hand it over to its owner and thank her letting me use it.
“You can have it.”
“What do you want to trade?”
“Nothing. It’s yours.”
“Gee, thanks.” I smile and feel my face glowing as pink as the rabbit fur.
I carry my pink rabbit’s foot around for a long time. I never count on it for luck, more for reassurance. Eventually, it is cast aside for another talisman, a tiny round smooth river rock. I call that one my worry stone. When I feel anxious I turn it over in my hand or just run my fingers over it in my pocket. In time, I forget this as well. Years later I find the pink rabbit’s foot in a shoebox of junk. The silver knob that holds the chain is now tarnished though the fur is still soft. I smile remembering how I had hoped it might bring me good luck though I can’t remember exactly what type of fortune I’d hoped to chance upon.
I don’t really believe in luck, good or bad. Sometimes we’re in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes good things come from tremendous talent, lots of practice and perseverance. Sometimes things simply fall into place, and other times we get the raw end of the deal. Mostly I think we have a life attitude and life unfolds accordingly. We have life to experience and lessons to learn. Good or bad. Luck, coincidence, chance, destiny, fate, synchronicity…Whatever you call it, a rabbit’s foot, coin, stone, etc… doesn’t control the outcome.
Spin Cycle: Luck
Living in the Gap
March 14, 2012 – Chocolate Contest (today I am thankful for chocolate!)
Dirt Man and I each pop a piece of chocolate in our mouths. I let it melt over my tongue and let it’s sweetness spread through my mouth. There is something about chocolate that just transports me. Goodness envelopes my soul. We test all the chocolate in the house, one piece at a time. We start with Godiva white chocolate, and work our way through Godiva milk chocolate and onto Hershey’s kisses, both milk chocolate and dark chocolate. Dirt Man declares the Godiva milk chocolate to be the best and the dark to be a close second. I change my mind with each piece that is melting in my mouth. I am inconclusive. I think I need to have several more pieces of each before I make a decision…after all, I want to be sure before I declare a winner!