Since the beginning of the year, my father’s red tool chest has been sitting in our garage. I certainly have enough tools to fill it, but I thought I could transform it into… a Treasure Chest!
I have been cleaning up and organizing for several months and realized the extent (the word is weak)… of my collections of pebbles and shells. The task was colossal. After several months of procrastination, I finally started the big job!
There was a lot of dust and a few broken shells, but it was the most unexpected heartwarming moment. A flashback to all the beach walks along the St. Lawrence, in Cape Cod and more recently, in Nova Scotia! Walks where time stood still, which have so often, been a refuge from life’s storms. Treasure hunts, made up searches for the shiny one, the scallops, the BBQ chips, the perforated and so many others.
I postponed this task for so long. If I had known how much pleasure I would find, going through all the shells and rocks. I got to relive the sweetest moments and brightest memories. A beautiful moment of solitude, filled with sand and sun!
Sorting through all my found treasures, I was looking for a miniature starfish, smaller than a dime, found in Cape Cod, over 10 years ago. I thought it was lost, when at the bottom of a bin, I found a folded piece of cardboard. Inside was a paper tissue. And in there, was… My star!
Et voilà !
After this organization ”Break”, It’s back to the Workshop!