I am back at my happy place. The ocean always calls to me. For me it is a bit of solitude and reset, with a some adventure and thrill mixed in. It’s depths amaze and awe inspire every visit.
The beach where I am is littered with shells, totally covered in them. The first few visits I spent hours combing the beach for whole conch shells, but to no avail. I kept finding just pieces and the inside swirls. The surf batters the shells on the way up to the shore and I would be disappointed at the end of the visit.
The last two trips, I have changed my thinking. On close inspection, the swirls are quite beautiful in design. The outside of the whole shell hides that secret from the world. I now gather the swirls and “just the tip”s of these wonderful little shells. They are the strong parts of the whole that could not be broken apart by the beating waves.
I plan on adding these beauties to my “just the tip” jar at home. It sits in my bedroom to remind me of my visits and that what is inside me is way more beautiful than my outside.
oh, in my search for shells, I found a sharks’s tooth!
