The Smallest Treasure

Well, here it is…

the smallest oyster resting on the largest canvas platter.

At first glance,

it doesn’t demand attention.

But give it time.

Let it pull you closer.

The painted “frame” wraps the platter like an old garden come to life…

whimsical florals and symbols blooming with quiet elegance.

And then there’s that deepest, almost-black green in the center.

It reminds me of the riverbanks back home—rich, dark, and full of mystery.

And there, resting in the heart of it all, is the oyster.

It’s small, almost shy, but it holds a single pearl…thickly painted, pure white, and unapologetically simple.

Nothing to hide, no need for embellishment…just a quiet reminder

that treasure isn’t always in the grand or the loud.

Sometimes, it’s in the stillness.

Sometimes, it’s in the simplest of places, waiting patiently to be seen.

This oyster whispers something tender about life:

beauty doesn’t need fanfare,

and hope doesn’t rush in all at once.

It shows up softly, in the quiet spaces,

where we take the time to notice the treasures that have been there all along.