I’ve had this realization before. I know, after a storm, especially a day or two after when the stones settles, the crunched up against the sea wall mussel shells loosen and the sand is malleable and not cement like it’s gonna be good hunting. The ocean floor, in choppy water where enormous vessels churn will, in time, bring new gems to my beach. I will find, when I walk, as I did today, a green so soft and large I can cup it to my cheek and feel soothed. There will be not one or two but four bottle tops in some variation. I will not see any one of them as broken. One, dark green, is a spiral banister leading nowhere. One is a ceramic vase with the perfect worn rim left at the top, another is so sturdy the rim survived better than the entire bottle. Finally, one is so stunning on it’s own with a thick groove in the center it is hard to know if it even is a bottle top or the center of something I’ve never seen and can’t imagine in original form.
I don’t yearn for the forms that were though I am curious about them. I don’t lament the other pieces and think they landed on other beaches instead of mine. I’m not jealous and wondering who, if anyone is holding the other parts.
Yet, in life, I resist stormy weather and upheaval. Despite evidence, that it is often during a transition and only during I transition when I will try something new, get footing on new ground and leave behind old habits. Despite the evidence that my life has more space, and the storm clears and not only destroys, that there are gems being carried, just not delivered yet. I am reminded, walking the sea shore, to have more faith in the tides of life. I am no sun worshipper and yet I do like my sunny days. Rain is fine if I can be under the covers and with a book, but not so fun when I’m walking to the car repair shop in it to get my vehicle.
So, today, I walked the sand with a neighbor. It was not planned. We walked for maybe an hour and though we were less than a foot apart we didn’t eye even ONE piece at the same time. She picked up a stunning and rare orange, a marble, some small and lime greens that I did not even notice. I found a handful of purples in various sizes, a light blue and two pieces of light blue ceramic. Same beach. Same day. Same walk. Our treasures our as different as our vision. Her pieces are hers, for her and mine for me. They will never be the same.
And even in my own self and life, what point is there to compare the me I was to the me I am, the friends I had to the ones I have, when time has changed my life beyond what I could have imagined. The changes, not always welcome, can bring surprises I had not anticipated. I may not see all of the gems yet or find them but as long as I’m willing to walk the shore, do the practice and be open to them, it is enough.
Catch of the Day: Besides perspective:
101 PIECES OF SEA GLASS
2 Ceramic Pieces
in an hour!
* 46 whites in all thicknesses and sizes
*two stunning dark green 2 inch a piece pieces
*a maybe once white so covered with sea moss and algae I have no idea what is really the true color
*the ridge of a ceramic bowl three inches long
*a light blue ceramic piece smaller than my pinkie nail
*5 well worn light aqua pieces
*7 pieces of purple from light to dark, small to large
*9 mostly typical kelly dark greens in various thicknesses
*21 browns including a bottle base with the number 5, soft ambers and a stunning thin-topped triangle as well as many tiny triangles and rectangles
*SERIOUS GRATITUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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SEA GLASS ARTS with Sea Glass Girl 