When I first read this, I thought about treasures in an intangible sense: treasures of love, treasures in the presence of my children: stuff like that.
When I looked again and walked around with the question in my mind, I thought, “Treasures. Tangibles. Big foot lockers overflowing, like a hope chest… a treasure chest….”
I have come to know my treasures do not always equal others treasures.
I don’t go for ostentatious wealth. I was raised in a suburb of New York where a lot of people had a lot of money. My own grandparents had a lot of money. There was a difference between the people who were showy with their wealth and those who had treasures and knew it had always known it and didn’t need to blast from trumpets, “We are wealthy!” They didn’t have to shout to others about their fortunes, their wealth showed in their presence, commitment to community and investing their money in good causes as well as adding to external investments.
I would rather be the latter: the one who wears my treasures quietly. I don’t feel the need to trumpet my treasures or have the world shine a spotlight on JULIE! BEARER OF TREASURES!
With that in mind, those who are quietly wealthy stay that way because they don’t forget about being wise with their treasures.
So now, I imagine opening my treasure chest and finding inside everything and anything I might wish for to be inside:
I wish for the treasure of family photos: my family, playing and celebrating in a home that reflects each member. I circulate these in and out of the treasure box so I am reminded and refreshed by different moments in time from my life.
I wish for the treasure of letters and cards from beloved ones, sharing how I have contributed to their lives.
I wish for the treasure of family heirlooms which I don’t leave in the chest: instead, I joyfully place them around my home so that I may always experience them.
I wish for the treasure of papers documenting my investments and my bank accounts, always showing a positive abondanza flow in and out. Plenty so that everyone is cared for well and then some. Not a huge “some” or “sum” but enough to be generous with others in a quiet, understated, intimate way.
I wish for the treasure of art of all sorts. Publishing contracts, collected and sales receipts from different art shows and events are all documented. Thank you notes from readers and patrons are inside. Any awards or media coverage…I have started this collection of treasures. I see it growing. I see it growing steadily. I see it growing in ebbs and flows because that is how life is ~ not a straight line rocket trajectory, but a meandering flow through the river. Sometimes there are rapids along that river and things are loud and exciting and sometimes there are still spots, where the water sticks around for a while and sometimes the water seems to go dry and sometimes the pace is just right. Ebbs and flows and enjoying each treasured moment within those ebbs and flows.
I feel completely content now, sitting with my treasure box.
I couldn’t wish for much of anything else.
Thank you, Jamie, and the Wishcasting Community.
As you wish for yourself, so I wish for you also….
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