What do I need? Not a lot.
What have I got? Too much.
This morning, when our dog took me out for exercise, we played with a newish tennis ball. I’d throw it for him to catch and bring back.
Then he found a bald, broken tennis ball, which didn’t bounce.
He was so happy.
I put the newer tennis ball in my pocket and we played with the old one, which gradually fell apart and became half a tennis ball.
This treasure meant more to us than anything else.
I don’t buy much any more. We rarely buy presents for each other. What’s the point if things just clutter up our home more when we’re trying to cut down on the clutter?
A walk on the beach watching the sun sparkling on the tops of the waves: that’s a gift that fills us with wonder.
Finding half a tennis ball in the sand or a shred of chewed rubber ball that we can all play with and roll down the dunes: that’s real treasure.