Hidden Treasure

The closet that went berserk is slowly becoming less chaotic. It has been so long since I’ve looked in some of the boxes marked “memorabilia” that I feel like an archaeologist actively exploring the past, and finding hidden treasure.

“Treasure” is as varied as the people who offer definitions. It can be something tangible, like money, jewelry, or heirlooms passed down through generations. There are also intangible treasures. This could be the precious moment of watching a baby sleep, a tear that comes from joy, holding hands with someone you love, or continued encouragement from a teacher.

My digging revealed slightly yellowed and sometimes brittle pictures, along with correspondence from my family’s past. Some is almost a century old, representing ancestors’ lifestyles and stories, and is valued for revealing who they were and how they still influence the present. A more recent find was the love letters my husband and I wrote to each other during the three years we dated before marrying.

Oscar Wilde wrote, “Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.” There is the preciousness of being loved and loving others, which invites nourishing relationships. Inner riches are found in kindnesses remembered. No one can take from us the inner confidence that emerges when we discover our own reserves of courage and resilience we didn’t know we had. It’s found in knowing our value, which clarifies priorities.

If we are willing to look, there is treasure even in difficult circumstances. When treasure is hard to find, it is even more valuable, so hold it close and feel its gift. It’s there in the unexpected diagnosis, the disappointing test results, and the drugs with their side effects. It’s also found in a doctor who’s compassionate, a friend that offers help, or unexpected words of encouragement.

Our capacity for strength comes forward as we keep digging and discovering hidden treasure, both past and present. Whenever we’re willing to look deeply, treasure is found, and sometimes what we find is the unexpected. That’s the fun of the hunt.

Until Next Time – Sylvia

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