Found Treasure

Forty some years ago, I bought a package of tiny plastic babies with my twenty five cent allowance at TG&Y. They were adorable to me and I named them all, "Mickey". Eventually, they were all lost along with my childhood, until last summer. My sister and I were planting Aunt Dot's flowers and there he was in my shovel, desperately needing a bath and missing his left arm! Barely the size of a man's thumb nail, we laughed at the odds of finding him. He now has a special place in my kitchen next to the tea cups to remind me of hidden treasures.

Treasure, that word eludes me this week. What exactly is it? Everyone seems to seek this something that exists out there someplace. Even my own daughter just said how she can't wait until college this fall because then she will be greater. Hard for me to swallow because I already view her as great. Then Tim at the bookstore gave me an angel card for meditation and wouldn't you know it, the word was "depth". I have interviewed people in search of the Holy Grail and the Ark of the Covenant. I don't think they're looking in the right place. I think of the word grail as a chalice and in the tarot, this represents emotions of the heart. Could it be that this treasure lies deep within ourselves in our hearts? Every good magician knows that the audience will follow and believe that which is obvious. So turn off the tv and radio, be quiet and be still. It is in the darkness of silence where the seed will take root into a beautiful flower. Our treasures are meant to be easy, enjoy the dig!

"Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man that he didn't already have..."