While walking along the beach this morning, I saw a piece of sea glass, but it was from a freshly broken bottle, with sharp edges and clear transparent coloring. I picked it up and threw it back into the ocean. It wasn’t ready.
I then saw another piece of sea glass. It was smooth around the edges, battered and sanded down by endless waves and sandy ocean bottoms. You could not see through it - the clear glass was replaced by a less opaque veneer. It felt heavier, older, wiser, clarity replaced by depth – its smooth yet rough surface proof of its journey through the sea.
The first piece of sea glass did not make it into my collection. Its youth, inexperience and beauty held no interest for me. The second piece, battered after years of tossing, turning, rolling, grating, tumbling – sanded down by endless tides, waves and the energy of an ocean in constant motion…..It was the second piece I treasured. It was that piece that made it into my pocket for the trip home.
Thank you for always being my treasured piece of sea glass. I’m so happy you have joined me on this journey.
For your birthday –may the waves finally wash you up on the beach so you can bask in the sunlight, marveling at your new rounded curves, smoother, wiser, and more valuable for having made the journey of the sea.