THE FUN IN FINDING

 Living somewhere deep inside my soul is an avid archeologist and geologist.  From little on, I've been driven to look for leftovers from the past and/or unusually intriguing stones.  It's not unusual to see me walking forward with my head looking down to the ground.  

I remember the day we stopped to take our puppy for a potty walk.  The small park was covered with grass.  Pretty flowers were blossoming in a small flower garden, and right beside a stone lay a $20 bill.  That was my biggest monetary find to date.

Am not much into the psychology of dreams, but one of my recurring dreams is walking along a gravel road and finding coins.  In the dream, I keep walking and finding more coins and actually feeling the excitement. 

Just think of all that's buried in the ground we walk on every day.  Or, what might be under buildings?  Farmers talk about finding arrow heads and other Indian artifacts in the spring after plowing the fields.

My brain swells when I think about all the stuff that's on the bottom of the Mississippi River from Minnesota to the Gulf.  Some of us have a childlike sense of curiosity that stays with us through the years.  I admit to being a fervent creature of curiosity.  It's like I know there's a crazy amount of stuff buried beneath my feet that's waiting to be discovered.  Reading a book is another way we can satisfy our curiosity.  There isn't a book out there that doesn't have the power to teach us something new.  It's another way of finding something on our journey.  

Watching the clouds is a fun way to look for recognizable shapes.  Clouds keep changing shapes.  The sky is a rich source of ever-changing wonderment.