Today a friend gave me a big box full of beading things. She said it had belonged to her mother, who passed on some years ago. My friend has come to the decision she isn’t going to take up the hobby, and that it’s time to let go of these items. I asked a few times if she was sure she was ready to give these things away. She was sure and so tonight I looked through it all, like a pirate discovering a trove full of treasure.
It was clear her mother spent a lot of time creating this stash; from choosing beads in all shapes and colors, to the large variety of the fiddly bits one needs to complete projects. Everything was organized and labeled. All the while I had a sense I couldn’t put my finger on. Melancholy? Hope?
I came across a project-in-the-making bag, inside were two kinds of beads, sparkly diamond like crystals, and alphabets beads. Lastly, a heart and arrow clasp had been chosen for this piece. As soon as I realized the letters were to spell out my friends name, it hit me. That moment came in like a gentle wave. Finished or not, the love is clearly there; in the intention, and six tiny beads with a heart. Treasure indeed.