Yesterday I drove west and north toward “big town” grocery shopping up in Houghton. At first I asked the Holy if we could play a game–Treasure Hunt. That’s a game where you keep your eyes wide open and the Universe shows you treasures.
Your ace-in-the-hole is your attention. You can’t be lost in mind’s maze of thoughts, stories, novellas. Your eyes peer left, right, up, down as you drive down the road. You wait for your treasure because you’ve asked and you know it will come. You know it’s right around the bend, maybe in the next town, maybe along the lake, maybe in the woods.
OK, Holy, what’s today’s treasure?
After a half hour I didn’t like the game anymore. No treasures appeared. Just skeleton trees and December muted oh-this-looks-so ordinary-and-boring. Dumb game. Bad idea. Yawn…
But that was a thought talking, right? Not the reality of what was appearing moment by moment. Open your eyes, Kathy. Open your eyes, dear reader.
After a while my mind settled down. Hands microscopically moving the steering wheel, eyes scanning horizon, other cars whizzing by.
Attention is our secret power. Our superman and superwoman gift. We just sometimes forget and think it’s our beliefs and opinions. Those are shiny and silver and dangle on our wrists and necks. But attention is gold. It’s the sunshine that illuminates. It’s the Holy toasting itself everywhere.
Finally the lake caught my eye. Really caught my eye. Not just an ordinary lake. Not just ordinary, but fresh, here, now, this. This shimmered in unexpected December sun–a miracle in itself!–and my spirit awoke to the spirit within the waves, rocks, overlooking trees.
Then ice appeared, gleaming on branches, as it communed with the mother-water, as it mouthed mysteries of cold winter transformation.
Oh, treasure. Oh how beautiful, you lake.
I left the steering wheel and walked briefly by the shore. But also suddenly understood in a flash of knowing: it’s not the lake that reveals treasure. Not the December-forming ice. Not waves, not trees, not endless horizon.
The treasure is the holy’s gift of attention. That’s the true treasure. That’s where she reveals herself in every moment, even the boring and ordinary. Those skeleton ordinary December trees? Absolute treasure.
We hunt for what’s already here. What has never been hidden or obscured or missing.
What treasures have you discovered recently, both within and without? Has nature caught your eye and winked? Has your spirit danced in joy as attention revealed the possibilities of a never-ending treasure hunt?
Day 54 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.