I am repeating an old post, so none of this happened yesterday, but the little carving I found in a drawer when we cleaned out my parents' house several years ago is still a treasure.
But the boat was now in the middle of the sea, tossed by the waves, for the wind was contrary.
It may not look like much, but yesterday I found a small treasure forgotten in a drawer. At first I thought it was just a broken piece of wood, but once in my hand, it magically transformed. I held the little boat and peered into the back of the drawer. Was there also a mast for the tiny vessel?
I am finding that it is really the little things that make me stop to think. The bigger pieces, like furniture, do not hold the same place in my heart that this small carving does. Once held in the palm of Dad's hand and carved because he loved both wood and ships. What looks worthless to some is priceless to me. I'm not quite sure what I will do with this tiny treasure. For now it is resting on a shelf in my living room, kind of like it once rested on the mantle behind Dad's wood burning stove.
More treasure hunting here.