I feel I spend too much time looking for things and finding other things I don’t remember having even though I really like them.
I was looking in this beautiful wooden box (gift from James more than twenty years ago) for something.
Inside, I found this little gift box and couldn’t remember what it held.
Once I opened it, I knew it was also a gift from James, because the artist, Lucinda Yates, is from Maine, where James moved after leaving Houston.
A box in a box in a box. How cute is that bee?
And these are the tiny stone treasures inside the bee box.
Everything James has ever given me has a bit of magic and mystery attached–very much like James himself. Finding this has given me an idea of ways I can share a little magic with other friends. =)
It’s a kind of magic
One golden glance of what should be…