During a channeling session last week, which was not intended, and had quite an interesting outcome, the nursery rhyme of She Sells Sea Shells by the Seashore has been on my mind ever since.  The message, though not intended for me, is still applicable.

Yesterday, despite the chilliness of the day, the boys and I went down to the waterfront with the intention of collecting driftwood for some projects my husband is working on.  I didn’t expect to collect much for myself, until seeing that all the “rocks” and “sand” were actually shells.  My heart warmed me to the core, and I should have expected as much.  With the weather very similar to the northern shore of Northern Ireland’s coast where the Giant’s Causeway lays, the shoreline here was eerily similar: shells.  No sand, just shells.

Everywhere, all along where the water met land, shells, all sizes, and two distinct shapes on this shoreline of Lake Ontario. The seagulls and other birds, must have a feast here!  Walking along, and the crunching and crackling of every foot step, I felt bad destroying such a beautiful scenery.  It was like wintertime as a kid when the snow has that crunchy top layer, where you step lightly, imagining all your weight lifted so you could successfully step on top of the snow with out breaking through.  This is what was going through my head.

I found some amazing pieces and with each shell and random rock I found they solidified in my more and more what I am going to do with these beauties.

Brightest Blessings,