Posted in sea glass on April 26, 2010|
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If anyone has stayed with this blog despite how boring and outdated it has become I have to say THANK YOU! I can’t promise I’ll update it as much as I used to but I can say that with spring here and the hunt on I can’t NOT write.
Last week it was warm enough for my daughter and two niece to hunt sea glass in our pajamas. Right away my daughter found a blue and white marble. Then, her cousin found a weathered bottle neck. Really, this was in the first few moments of the hunt. Now that I have more sea glass I’m not so greedy when I hunt. I want others to find treasures. I walk behind the girls and pick through what they missed or what they didn’t want. How often do parents eagerly stay back so the next generation can taste some joy we feel is a secret they have yet to discover?
Today, as I picked up my napkin and coffee cup from the table where I worked I thought of all the times I left crumbs on the table as a child. My mother would say I left a crumb trail and i didn’t realize the way she knew this is because she would be the one picking up each and every one of those crumbs. My daughter doesn’t thank me or think it is grand that I wash her clothes or keep food in the house. She’d notice having NO clothes or nothing to eat but she does not think about the fact that without attention food and clothes wouldn’t be readily available to her.
I have taken so much for granted in my life assuming it to be a birth right. And now that I have been through a life transition I know that good times and bad times, people so dear they seem essential and people yet unmet or imagined can change places. What is a comfort is to cling to and share the treasures. Walking, after breakfast on the beach in pajamas and feeling the sun on our shoulders and listening to the water is a gift. It’s a rare and calm moment in what is too often hectic living.
To pause, and reach for a color and shape not sure if it is rock or sea glass, touching the edges carefully and studying it is a respite. I watch the three girls walk up and ahead, together, planning and chatting and hunting. I hope they will be friends and not only relatives and they will walk together for decades, be comfy with unbrushed teeth, uncombed hair and a day without too many plans. I hope, they treasure in each other, the gems in spirit maybe not yet ready to be plucked or picked up or examined but forming.
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