Spent the early morning ‘shelling’ on a beautiful Sanibel Island beach. As an amateur at shelling I observed others painstakingly searching for the perfect or unique shell. As I engaged in conversation with other ‘shell searchers’ it became apparent that they had a vast knowledge of shells….. their names, where and when to find particular shells and bits and pieces of other ‘shelling’ information. I was just looking for shells.
Today I found what I thought were some very nice shells although most were not perfect. Many were chipped or had entire pieces broken from their original shapes. Their brokenness intrigued me and I imagined the journey they must have taken riding the waves of the incoming tide to reach the shore. But they made it.
I also felt a connection to these shells as they reminded me of many people, myself included, who have gotten a bit battered and broken along life’s journey. However, many of us have also survived and made it to the shore’s safety. ###