Sea glass. Glass that has been worn smooth by the turbulent ocean waves. Sometimes called tears of the sea…
Or mermaid tears.
I have a passion for sea glass. I search for it whenever I am by the ocean. I have yet to find any pieces amongst the sand, rocks, and shells. But this doesn’t deter me. It is a quest. A quest to discover these beautiful marvels from the sea.
I’m not quite sure where this passion came from. Perhaps it is because I love the ocean and therefore anything and everything that has to do with the ocean. Or could it be that these tiny treasures remind me of life? They represent a life of storms, of depth, of forces…Thunderous and fierce. Which then lead to a calmness, a softness… Edges worn smooth, as they find their way out of the raging tempest to land finally upon the beach.
I know that life has shaped and softened me. My experiences, my choices, my sorrows, my losses, my heartbreaks, have tossed me about. Like the crashing ocean life has sometimes crashed around me. And then I find myself washed ashore…In a new place with a new perspective. Peaceful, compassionate, thoughtful, and calm. Like sea glass. The same, yet different.