I’m in recovery. These days, I limit my pillaging. I leave the treasures for others. I share the gifts I’ve been given. I capture treasures with a photo. But I had never, and have not since, found a starfish.
Sand dollars? By the dozens.
Lettered olives? But of course.
Tiny seahorse? Yes.
Starfish? No. Never. Just this one.
There is something uniquely satisfying in finding the something you were not actively looking for but have always
wanted to find.
It takes the right place, the right time. Stars aligned. Ecstasy. The found gift is a treasure.
What does it take to recognize the gift that is present?
What makes something a gift?
What do you collect?
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