I find the sea has soothing properties for the soul. As a child I used to say I came from the sea, that there was a special bond between us. I believed the sea had her own personality and that I spoke her language. I grew up playing on the beach with my friends and I remember my dad would pick me up from school at lunch time to go eat lobster looking at the waves sitting in the sand... not talking, just enjoying the beauty before us (a couple seagulls waiting close by desperately hoping we leave a little snack behind). On rainy days I loved my beach! I would run after the waves and let them chase me back to shore. They always won the race, filling my rainboots with water... that was the fun part! Today I don't live by the sea I once knew but still visit once a year. The first thing I do when I arrive and after giving my grandma a big hug is go sit in the sand, close my eyes, listen to the waves and breathe in the same rythm as my friend the sea... listening to her stories... letting her heal my soul...
She is the one responsible for one of my passions... collecting rocks and little treasures she leaves behind. I have been doing that for as long as I remember. I still have all the little rocks, pieces of sea glass and little tiny seashells I gathered as a child. And today I still go on the hunt for new additions to my collection every time I have a chat with the sea. I store my treasures in glass jars and use them as bookends or just lay them out for me to touch and see. I don't hunt for paticular things, just what's pretty to my eye. Here are some of my favorites of the moment:
I can't wait to go treasure hunting once again! It's been a year already! I can't wait to listen to a new chapter of a story that has been writing itself for 35 years...
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