Rediscovering the wonder in ordinary life.
Treasure Hunts
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Oh… there you are.
I’m glad you’re here.
My granddaughter has a little backpack that she loves. When I visit, she insists on putting it on before we head outside.
We call them treasure hunts.
We don’t have a destination. We simply wander up and down her street looking for treasures.
A stick.
A smooth rock.
A pinecone.
A feather.
When she spots something, she stands right over it, points with complete certainty, and says, “WOWWW!”
Every single time.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve already found ten sticks. Or that the pinecone looks remarkably like the last one. To her, each discovery is worthy of wonder.
I’m practicing looking at the world through her eyes.
How many treasures do I walk past every day because I’ve decided they’re ordinary?
The flower pushing through a crack in the sidewalk.
The way the evening light settles across the trees.
A conversation with an old friend.
A deep breath.
Maybe wonder isn’t something we find.
Maybe it’s something we practice.
Children seem to know this instinctively. They don’t go looking for extraordinary moments. They allow ordinary moments to become extraordinary simply by paying attention.
I wonder what would happen if we all lived a little more like we were on a treasure hunt.
Not searching for bigger lives.
Just noticing the treasures already scattered along the path.
Perhaps they’ve been there all along, waiting for someone to stop, smile, and say,
“WOWWW.”
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This week’s invitation:
Take a ten-minute walk without a destination.
Notice five things you would normally walk past.
No photographs.
No checklist.
Just notice.
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A passage from Resonance:
“Joy has a way of returning us to ourselves.”
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Thank you for sharing a few moments with me.
I’m looking forward to wondering with you.
Until next time,
