I was recalling today the old fairy tale about the guy who leaves home for many years to search for treasure, only to return home to find it buried in his own yard. We’ve all done our share of searching for the “treasure” called contentment, and, in the end, don’t we occasionally realize that the contentment we were seeking was somehow beside us all the while? I have a feeling that the present moment – any present moment – is a treasure box of contentment, but sadly, I rarely recognize it. Most moments in a day, I’m off on the great search for ease and satisfaction, perhaps in several more lemon cookies, perhaps in purchases of things I don’t need, perhaps in daydreams about maybe’s and what if’s. Occasionally, though, I do return, sometimes exhausted, to the present moment, which is always right here for me, always loyal, always waiting with its treasures. Every moment is a chest of riches, and it’s not even buried, except to folks like me who have good eyes but sometimes can’t see.
Yesterday, on our two-hour walk on the Canonchet Preserve trails, we passed countless treasures – simple but spectacular scenes of stones and trees and leaves and assorted forest specialities. It was an old paradise for two old and grateful walkers. Check out the slide-show below.
ONE DAY A WOMAN AWOKE TO SEE One day, a woman awoke to see that she actually lived in a land overflowing with a different kind of affluence, for hovering around her, she now saw, were limitless riches, but in the form of friendliness and generosity and gentleness. As far as she could see, treasures like kindness and unselfishness were fanned out and free for the taking. She asked her husband to help her gather them, but then they saw these gifts were flowing freely into their lives, so they relaxed and just laughed and let them arrive.