The Broken One
We are still enjoying the remains of our summer. Blue skies, breezy weather, shining sun with it’s rays lighting up the sand and keeping warm our skin. Everything looks lovely. The tides from last week brought in a whole array of shells!!! Different sizes, shapes and bold colors. They are each unique. There are even some broken ones washed up from the shore. If you go far enough you’ll pull up some of the most amazing shells! We can make a collection of them for display.
She scoops down to get a different shell after shell that catches the eyes. Water is about ankle deep and not strong at all. Just enough to push the shells a bit so they glisten under the shallow water. This one stands out… It is white and blue… Perfectly striped all the way to the end but it’s broken!!! She tosses it back in the water. Oddly enough she feels an inner conviction and thought, “God wouldn’t throw me away if I was broken!” So she stoops back down digging into the water and sand for that broken one! Oh how lovely! She showed it to me and told me the story. I said, “but with all the shells you have here this broken one is the most beautiful one of them all! Look!” I tilt it a bit so you see the broken side and its that cobalt blue that some other steady beach goers had mentioned. The part where it was broke had a beautiful blue color and not like the others. Continue reading
Forgetting is the hardest part when you have already let go. Somewhere in the mind, there is a record kept. It pops up every so often. We have this memory bank that is alive and well. There are pros and cons with having this as part of our being.
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