Where do you keep your gold? I keep my gold growing in my garden and in my heart where thieves and fools can’t see it, much less ever think to look for it. Not that I wouldn’t share, of course!
Unlike money, gold grows on trees, underfoot, spills out from the sun on your head and onto your skin in vibrant, sparkly rays, and it glows undeniably wherever there is genuine kindness. I can’t see, feel or breathe anything but gold. I must live at the end of the rainbow. But then where are all those fabled tiny green men in buckled hats and bow-ties? I do see people though, lots and lots of beautiful people– who don’t seem to realize that they are radiating gold.
in loving service,