I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Monday, 2 March 2015
The other 'things' that lay glistening in the spring sunshine amongst the strange white seashells on the beach that my island friend and I found while out walking was island sea glass. The picture above is only a sampling as we filled a small ziplock bag. Island sea glass has become scarcer over the years and the pieces we found were lovely. As you may have noticed the aqua piece is heart shaped. When we saw the sea glass it solved the shell mystery. Somebody had chosen this lonely beach to return the sea glass and the shells to the sea. The lapping waves had gently distributed it's gift across the beach instead of returning it back to its unsearchable depths had it been windy. Why I asked would someone chuck there collection? Was it to purge memories they wanted forgotten? Or had it belonged to somebody else who had returned it for them? The shells and the sea glass weren't going to talk so we divided the collection and I lovingly brought mine home where they sit on the cabin window sills. This is simple, natural beauty and I don't mind spending the time to dust them.