Shells

I love Shells.  I love Shells for their beauty and for what they mean to me too.  I love when I see Shells at the beach.  I love collecting Shells.  I have always loved collecting Shells.  And now I love collecting Shells with my children.  Shells bring me Joy, collecting Shells bring me Joy.

I remember in my 30s running and then going for a swim and then collecting Shells and I remember feeling like I was on a treasure hunt. I loved walking along the sand and loved the different Shells, searching for some of my favourite types of Shells.  I honestly felt as though I had found gold and silver treasures and loved collecting them, taking them home, washing them and admiring their beauty.  I once had so many Shells and I would make glass candle displays with them.  And then I moved home and we got rid of the glass and rid of the Shells - their meaning at the time, somehow had deteriorated with time as I embarked on a new life.

And now I am back at it again.  The other week we went to Kurnell and I was amazed at all of the beautiful Shells and I loved collecting the Shells with my children.  I then loved washing them and sorting them with my children and then we made a candle display and glass jar displays using the glass circular vase that my work gave me when I was in recovery. 

Today I was excited to get back to Kurnell and loved walking up and down looking for Shells, and the excitement and Joy was the same as if I found treasure.  I get excited and feel Joyful when I see a Shell that I love and then I pop it in a plastic bag and have now brought them home to wash and display.  When I look at these Shells I feel Joy for the beauty of nature and I am also filled with Joy at the memories of a special time with my family.