Seaglass

I recently spent a glorious week on an island in Maine. The sunrises, sunsets, the ebb and flow of the tides, the sound of the waves…each of these gifts of beauty and wonder nurtured my soul. Treasures on the beach–seashells and seaglass– are reminders of the strength and fragility of life.

Seaglass is Mother Nature’s reminder to us that we are surrounded by beauty. Seaglass comes to us after it has been broken, tumbled, sanded and worn down,. From this, we find beauty. What was once a bottle, dish, or other piece of everyday glass-wear finds its way into the sea. Each of these have their own stories. Each broke in a unique way, just as each of our hearts break uniquely. Each piece can tell its own story.

When the pieces of sea glass finally come to rest on the beach, they have softened, rounded edges, some pieces seem frosted or muted, their colors are more saturated, they are jewels from the sea, beauty from the brokenness.

I want to be like seaglass. I want my sharp pointy edges, that sometimes hurt the very people I love, to be worn down and rounded. I want to come to rest after being tumbled about and still be a source of joy to others. I want who I am, my colors, to hold fast and true no matter how rough a sea I may have to navigate.

When I find seaglass, each piece is treasure, a reminder of how life will sometimes break us, and then give us the opportunity to glisten and bring joy to life in a whole new way.