Monday, September 30, 2013


When I think of my dad, I remember him always looking down.  Every time he walked anywhere, he looked down.  Once I asked him why he did that.  He said that you never find treasure (money) by looking up.  It's always on the ground.

I've always loved the night sky.  I like sunshine and blue skies.  I like rainy skies.  I enjoy snowy skies.  But I L-O-V-E being out at night, looking up at the moon and stars.

The other night was a beautiful early autumn evening.  After a walk with my husband, we sat out on the patio enjoying a fire in the chiminea.  We talked and immersed ourselves in the beauty, peace and quiet of the evening.  I put my head back to look up at the stars.  Unexpectedly there was a shooting star with quite a long tail.  About five minutes later there was a second one.  It was magical.  What a gift!!!

I guess there are as many definitions of "treasure" as there are people defining it.  Dad found his treasure by looking down.  I found mine by looking up.

Love,  Paula

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