I've spent this weekend on the shores of Spirit Lake just across the border of Minnesota into Iowa. It's an enormous lake and it's usually very windy. The sound of the waves remind me of the ocean when it's wild and thrashing. I love this place. The cabin here belongs to our dear friends and they generously share it with us whenever we need to get away for a bit. It's been good to begin again here with the wind and water.
Yesterday we went for a walk and sat on the shore for a bit skipping stones. I was searching for stones when I noticed that what had looked like sand was actually millions of tiny snail shells. It's funny what you see when you look closely. I wonder what I'll notice as I begin to search my heart and open my eyes? I wonder what treasures are there waiting for me?