Sea Shells
Posted by whisel on June 5, 2009
A friend of mine sent me a box of beach booty for my 4 yr. old, Minnesota granddaughter. Among the goodies, a big bag of seashells from the Florida coast. And a sticker book of ocean animals and other kidsy stuff. She loved it, of course. And I just salivated over those luscious shells, treasures from the sea. :::sigh:::
Though I tried to negotiate some type of seashell-sharing, I had to let them go because she wanted to take them ALL home. It was her gift after all. So I, being the adult-like person (of sorts) wrapped up her package so she could take them home to show her parents. ::::sigh:::
So I thanked my friend in Florida, expressing how delighted my GrandDaughter was with the gift. I especially mentioned the sea-shells and how wonderful they were coming into my home, although they were destined to leave a few hours later. I think I did not couch this information in the adult-like language of understanding. More like a sappy, ole, beach-dweller that misses the sea.
Anyway, my friend picked up on it immediately and is planning to gather a whole big bag of seashells just for me when she goes beach-walking this summer! How wonderful is that? Magical shells, intact and broken… from all over the world… with tales of adventures to tell. I didn’t think of bringing a whole lot of seashore with me when I moved from Texas. But somehow, someway… the ocean and its bounty has found me.
Best wishes, Whisel*






circleworks said
Whisel – I too have some seashells around on various altars, but more than seashells are rocks. Rocks bring me to my mountains and bring my mountains to me.
whisel said
Jessica, that’s the way I feel about the sea shore. If I have the artifacts to see, smell and hold, I can recreate the experience. I did collect rocks at some point, but used them more as craft and art pieces. Although I still enjoy the ones that seem to hold a mystery, I returned most of the stones to the earth.
Enjoy your relationship with the mountains and the richness they bequeath.
Best wishes, Whisel*