Thursday, January 12, 2012


A storm blew through last night but the sun was up this morning to shine on a newly washed world.
The beach, though, was holding onto the storm.  White capped waves pounded a mist covered shore line.  Only shards of shells were left along the back shore where the angry gulf had taken another bite out of the dunes, toppling several palm trees and exposing the underside of a long ago paved road.

But the tide always turns.  Just as we reached the end of our walk, these shells were released from waves.

So today, I had a small present from the universe and I left the beach with a smile that felt almost like a prayer.


  1. They are just beautiful. What a treasure.

  2. I had collected shells extensively when I lived in the South Pacific. I have unpacked a few...but not all.

  3. What a lovely reward for a day of picking.

  4. Olga,that was like a poem. beautiful.

  5. "The beach was holding on to the storm."


  6. Great find!! Lucky you. What are you going to do with them?

  7. I agree, that was like a poem. Such lovely writing, and lovely shells too.

  8. Reminds me of the E. E. Cummings poem "Maggie and Milly and Molly and May." It closes with: "For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) /
    it's always ourselves we find in the sea."

  9. I love your shells! Love your confessions, too.
    Your dream is fun. As a retired teacher I keep dreaming I've lost my classroom or can't control the class!
    My dream book suggests that being on campus means a place for exchange of ideas, knowledge, new info, Area of learning and mental growth.

    Thanks for visiting!


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