Open Sesame

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Bend, Oregon

We got lucky: it didn’t rain. It was a GIRLS’ WEEKEND, and after a scrumptious lunch in an old school turned restaurant, we walked along this path. “Gorgeous” hardly describes.

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fall color oozes

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I was in the moment, strolling along and completely enjoying the beauty of my surroundings. Druid that I am, I turned my head toward the bank to spy on the lovely trees nearby. That’s when I saw it.

along-the-river-in-bend_oct-2016-19“I’ll be darned,” I thought, and decided to get a closer look.

along-the-river-in-bend_oct-2016-20My first thought was a phone, but this was thick and the shape wasn’t quite right. My friend climbed up the rocks, pulled the box from its nook, and flipped it over. Instructions!

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the plot thickens

The pitter patter of my heart quickened. My eyes widened. I smiled at my friend. Her eyes were big and her smile matched mine.You always know your partners in crime. Always.

She shook the tiny metal box. It rattled. I thought coins. She was unsure.

We saw the words. After looking at the printed, perfectly spaced lettering, I suspected this was the working of adults, not children.

I was hoping we’d found a treasure, a child’s treasure. I was secretly delighting in the fact that we’d found a space, a coveted spot along the river, a place of peace and solitude; a place for reflection and to fill your cup. The sight of the box took me instantly back to my childhood where I, too, had a place where I could be. Just be. Part of me wanted to put the box back without knowing, without learning of the contents within. To look felt intrusive.

Curiosity won; we had to look. We had to follow instructions. It was meant to be. Slowly, she opened the box.

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tiny photos, nothing on the back

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trinkets

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After we’d had our fill marveling over the contents, she said she wished she had something to add. I looked in my purse and came up with two items. She had one.

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two nickels and a band-aid

It wasn’t much, but we made our deposit. She put the box back in its nook. We then meandered along the trail, happy in the knowledge we were going to make a child smile. We wished we could be there when said child showed up and delighted in the new additions. We couldn’t stop smiling. The ripple effect has its pluses.


“Oh, that’s geocaching,” he said when I got home and told the husband about our discovery.

“Geo who?” I asked. My inner, happy bubble began to deflate.

“It’s a game, been around for years,” he explained. I tried not to look completely devastated.

“You take something away and add something new,” he said, “and it’s about coordinates.”

A quick google search (imagine that!) showed me this is not only a game, there are applications for my phone. Of course there would be applications. What doesn’t have an application? My bubble was flat.


I know you are out there, child of my heart. You need that space by the river, a place to recharge. You need peace and solitude (most especially, to get away now and then from our hyper tech world). So, the next time I find a box with “open sesame” instructions, I’ll do exactly what I did this time. I’ll deposit without taking. I’ll think of you. I’ll hope I made you smile. And, then, I will smile (and continue down the path).


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17 thoughts on “Open Sesame

  • I’m going out for a walk with my 2 granddaughters tomorrow and I’m going to take a tin to ‘plant’ along our route for someone to find and experience the same delight you did when you came across that tin.. I’m going to ‘spread the ripple’….
    What a lovely idea and a beautiful post with ‘spectacular’ photographs! I’m in awe.. x

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    • OH! I can’t even begin to tell you how big my smile is right now. My cheeks are gonna hurt later. I love that you will bring in your precious little ones on this kindness walk. I love it. Please let me know how this goes and what their reaction was. ❀

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    • I’ve always liked the idea of a public treasure hunt involving many people, so this does sound like fun. I had never heard of this one, though. I’ve been to the Kennedy school since it became a restaurant; lovely experience there as well.

      Yes, I have quilted since I was in high school–also self taught–and quilting was my “therapy” when the kids were young. I look back now and marvel over how many projects I completed. All sizes. That came to an abrupt stop when I went back to school (took me 13 years to finish my bachelor’s and then my master’s, but by golly, I never gave up). Now that I LIKELY have grandchildren in my future, I’ve started dusting off my machines, slowly, and sorting the piles mountains of fabric I’ve collected. You know…she who dies with the biggest pile wins…so, the race is on. πŸ˜‰

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      • I win!!!! Wanna come see?? πŸ™‚ No grandchildren here. Had to stop sewing 7 years when I got Bells but started again, slowly now about 3 years ago. I can only sew a little while at a time. Still get stuff done though. Keep at it. Be proud you got the degrees. That wasn’t in the plan for me either. 😦 Making lemonade. πŸ™‚

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        • My father had Bells but it seemed to resolve after a few months. He was pretty devastated, I recall, at the prospect of looking as if he’d had a stroke, but his effect was minimal. I am very amazed I stayed the course when I was in school. All of my kids were home. I am determined if nothing. And, Marlene….you can’t win. You’re not dead (i.e. the race is on!). πŸ˜‰

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