Sea Glass

I love the ocean – although only up to my knees, because honestly “the ocean” grosses me out when I think of whale poo and such.  Every now and then I get pulled into the sea further than I dare, be it the fault of the waves, my carelessness, or pleading niece.

My love of the ocean comes from so many things. It’s vastness and unknown. The sound of wave, crash, and wind.  I can easily lose an entire afternoon to watching the people on the beach, as I make up the stories of their conversations and lives by their aura and mannerisms.  And when voyeurism gets dull and my head becomes too full of their stories, I get up and walk the shoreline and tide pools in search of treasure.

Treasure. Small shells, seaweed pods to pop, hermit crabs scurrying out of a seagulls view, driftwood, barnacles en masse, and sea glass.  In each of these things, I find myself – and it makes my mind poetic wander.

I am a small shell. Lost en masse. One of many. I had and will continue to have purpose. If you do not stop and look, you will walk by me, I will be unnoticed. Initially I look the same as those around me.  But if you look close enough, I am different from the rest. I am a small unique shell.


I am a pile of seaweed with pods. I am a tangled mess, but often concealing treasure. Wherever I go, land or sea, I nourish and provide shelter.  Sometimes you are mean and come by and pop my pod, but that is only one part of my whole.  I am a tangled pile of seaweed.


I am a hermit crab; at times nervous and fearful. I scurry about avoiding danger. I like solitude and am watchful and skeptical. I will adapt to change when my current protective shell and home no longer suit my needs; it is my only means of survival. I am a hermit crab.



I am driftwood.  Like the crab that adapts to change, I float along and allow the world to take me on journeys. I have many stories of the things I’ve been, the places I’ve seen, the life I’ve lived and will continue to live.  I am driftwood.



I am a stubborn barnacle. My beliefs, faith, my core, I hold on to. Fiercely. I attach myself to what I believe and cannot be detached.  Barnacles en masse, are like the church; together we are strength in numbers.  Seasons will come and go, scenery changes; but I will always be attached to my beliefs like a stubborn barnacle.


I am sea glass.  Of all these things, this best represents my season. Temperament.  I often come across razor-sharp, edgy, freshly broken and dangerous.  Anyone knows there’s risk and hazard with touching broken glass.  But leave broken glass to sea, and amazing things happen.  Time, wind, water, waves, salt, and sand change the glass; me. It softens the edges till I become touchable. I am still the same broken glass I was before, yet now – different, smaller, smoother, and one day will be someone’s found treasure.  I am a constant work in progress, I am God’s sea glass.

Recently I’ve been feeling edgy and sharp, nervous and fearful, a tangled mess and unnoticed. Blame it on the funky relentless economy, uncaring souls, apathetic groups, and prayers that seem to bounce off clouds. Before summer becomes long, I will be returning to Crystal Cove beach, where I hope the wind and waves will untangle my knots, nerves, and negative emotions.  I am hoping to become a bit more like sea glass.


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11 thoughts on “Sea Glass

  1. After reading today’s post, I went scurrying to find my copy of Anne Morrow Lindbergh,s Gift From The Sea. I started to read it hungrily, remembering how it had inspired me sixteen years ago when a friend gave it to me. (It is very beautifully written.) Indeed, the sea is rich with symbolism pertaining to our human lives and invites all of us to escape everyday pressures and regain our inner balance through meditation. It’s unavoidable. You just can’t Not meditate when you’re at the beach. And you always feel better about your life when you leave.
    Thank you for including the photos of sea life and such. The visuals helped me imagine a mini vacation to the shore which I’m badly in need of. And your analogy of sea glass to God’s work in progress is priceless. I’ve always thought that the pieces of sea glass I found were juicier than any of the shells from the same “treasure hunt” along the beach. Now I know why.
    I have some beads made of etched glass that look like sea glass. I’m going upstairs to my beading headquarters to make a pretty bracelet to wear to remind myself that God isn’t finished with me yet.
    Thank you, Sherry, for today’s encouraging post. I shudder to think how my day would have gone if I had not stopped in to read Soiled Wings first. I had major bitterness brewing and now it’s all gone.

    • Linda – love that book too! It’s been years since I read it – I think I might grab it and take it with me to the sea 🙂
      PS: I’m a beader too, just made a hip belt last night with all my orphaned red, orange, and brown beads – I’m gonna love wearing it.

  2. This post did two things for me: One, it really made me want to go to the beach. Two, it inspired me! I love your writing:)

  3. Incredible writing!!! And the pictures couldn’t have been more perfect. I too, LOVE the beach but am actually afraid of the ocean. 🙂 I miss not living 40 minutes from it. Can’t wait for San Diego!!

  4. I love the comparision being sea glass and how the ocean changes it. It is such a beautiful way to show how God changes us. You are amazing!

  5. Hi I had first seen a dissection of the Lord’s Prayer in an email sent by a friend some time ago and was looking for it again to make a presentation at church. I came across your website quite by accident. I just read your post regarding sea glass and absolutely love it.

    Is your writing copywrited? Would you mind if I use the part about sea glass as part of a presentation as an analogy of God’s refining process?

    This is truly wonderful work. Do keep it up, many persons, I am sure are blessed by it.


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