* treasured *
Each Wednesday I post about some sort of treasure I found during the past week. It might be thrifted or found on a walk or whispered in my ear or discovered on a dark shelf in the basement. Something. Anything that makes me feel lucky and thankful. It doesn’t necessarily have to make its way home with me – it just has to be noticed. The idea is for it to cost very little and feel very big. After all, this isn’t about acquiring new things; it is about paying better attention to the world around me.
If you discovered a treasure this week (a new friend, a snow fairy, a fancy dish at the thrift store, a bird’s nest) please do share it, as well as any links, in the comments section below.
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Earlier this week (or late last week), my friend Maddie and I were talking about ways to swim in the deeper waters of our creative processes. She mentioned a few books that she was reading, and while I was talking to her, phone wedged under my chin, nose running steadily (I’m all about honesty! I’m getting over a really bad cold), I slid to my bookshelf and plucked peomcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge off of it.
I am still me. My path makes sense. Deep breaths.
Earlier this week (or late last week), my friend Maddie and I were talking about ways to swim in the deeper waters of our creative processes. She mentioned a few books that she was reading, and while I was talking to her, phone wedged under my chin, nose running steadily (I’m all about honesty! I’m getting over a really bad cold), I slid to my bookshelf and plucked peomcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge off of it.
I was 21 the last time I read this. I was writing a poem a week for my writing class, and I was probably sleeping on some patch of grass somewhere with a tub of couscous and a mug of tea planted by my feet. The pages are a bit yellowed. Time has passed.
When I read through the pages that I had marked up and folded over, I was pleased with my 21 year old self. I would totally still underline the part about the hollow tree and the squirrel furniture.
I am still me. My path makes sense. Deep breaths.
xo e
On Saturday I found a great small vintage dictionary to tear apart for crafting at an flea market and a Hallmark snowman tea light holder at Goodwill. Too much fun!
ooooo. old dictionaries are my favorite!
Every time I read a book it is like visiting an old friend. My mother the librarian would faint if she saw this but somehow and somewhere I picked up a habit of leaving little peices of love to find in the future like a pressed flower, receipt, postcard… highly recommend. Smiles!