Sometimes we feel as if we ebb
on the edges of ruin and loss,
not a penny to our name,
not a treasure on the horizon.
And yet deep in us is a hoard of riches
and a pile of glorious wealth.
Our ability to write, or sing, or hike;
our friends, our family, our loves,
the sea, the mountains, the sunsets.
Placed in our memories by experience
and wanting, we have so much at our fingertips
to cherish.
May this chest of gold remind you of the
things you own which are not objects but which
have made you you to this day. And, every once in
a while, sit down and write out 35 things you
hold as dear. These might be your truest
riches of all.
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