My Treasure Chest and TGIF

Is it Friday? Vacation has me turned all around and I even tried to write June on a check the other day. I got to sleep in, so that means it is the end of my work week. Three luxurious days spread before me with already too much on my to-do list, so I flung it aside and we headed off to the zoo.

So I guess I am continuing to Trust myself. Or rather, I am choosing to trust myself/ my intuition in the hopes that if I keep doing so, eventually I will eventually "fake it 'til I make it." Lots of pots bubbling on my stove top and I need to believe I not only can do what I want - that I have the talent, the insight, the skills - but that I have the right to try. So I am trusting myself and my feet for stepping onto the path I seemingly stumbled across (sorry if this all sounds mysterious; details are still being worked out and I don't want to jinx myself!)

I am grateful for the friends in my life who support and encourage me and who put up with my current crazy hyped up state. You know who you are!

I am inspired by Madame Sark who is juicing me beyond juiciness with her writing prompts. Sorry if the poetry is getting old for you; I am just loving this format for exploring ideas. Believe it or not, I am not sharing all of them!

The Treasure Chest

Inside of me Is a treasure chest.
A storehouse of gifts,
Talents, insights,
yet to be known,
never mind claimed.

This chest has rested
on the bottom of
shark infested waters,
covered in seaweed, shells, broken glass -
The debris of life lived thoughtlessly.

The lock has rusted shut,
and barnacles seal tight
the contents held within.

None-the-less, a voice challenges me
To bring this chest to the surface.
Bloodied fingers and Broken nails
are assured in any attempt
to pry open a resistant lid.

I hesitate - What if
for all my efforts,
I find only a paltry assortment
of common, worn or dull Knickknacks
rather than gold rests inside?

What do I secretly hope to uncover?
A lance with which to challenge Doubt to a joust;
An open heart recycled from Sadness;
A camera that photographs only Love;
Poems celebrating friends
who have showered me with Hope and Laughter;
Songs that summon mermaids and cowgirls
to Joyful campfire sing-alongs;
Paints to brush into images
of Magic for fairy folk and other friends;
Sequinned slippers that move feet
to dance through troubles with Grace and Ease;
A pen to re-write
the story of my life
starting with NOW.

Curiosity or is it courage?
Compels me to continue.
Not to try would mean
Abandoning dreams and yielding to
Greedy gremlins who wish to hoard
all treasure for themselves.

I rest my hands
upon the water soaked wood
and close my eyes.
Like a child making a wish
before blowing out
Birthday candles,
I pause,
allowing time for my vision of
Hoped for treasures
to materialize into
Treasures already Known.


Do tell ... what is in your treasure chest today?
(yes, that is Cowgirl riding a large Rooster who is wearing her hat on the Merry Go Round.)