Gifts From the Sea

No, this isn’t a sequel to Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s marvelous book, “Gifts From the Sea.” It is about the particular gifts that the sea gives to us.

A dear friend of mine and I met yesterday at an ocean-side restaurant. We met years ago as little girls going to camp for the first time, and became fast friends. Years went by, we grew up, got married, had families and life went on. A few years ago we reconnected, and have been enjoying occasional get-togethers since then.

The day began cloudy and coolish, and threatening rain. By the time we finished lunch, the sun had come out to stay. We walked to our cars, looked at the walkway to the ocean and decided to walk along the beach. The sea was absolutely gorgeous; deep sapphire blue in the depths, and sunlit blue-green in the shallows.

The waves were pretty active for our old cold Atlantic ocean. There were delicate streamers of seaweed, pebbles and broken seashells strewn up and down the wet sand. We looked for beach glass (which sadly has become harder to find these days, plastic being so prevalent) and actually found some!

There was of course the ubiquitous beer bottle brown, but also pale aqua, green and milky white. Each bit was welcomed with squeals of delight. We chatted as we walked along, breathing in the salty air. I was talking about my dad and how I wished that we had had more time with him.

We both recalled our dads and the impact they made on our lives. We also talked about mothers and the ways mothers and daughters interact with each other. It’s a fine dance when we become adults; we still keep our respect for our parents, but we don’t always agree with them.

We miss them when they are gone, and realize that we now are the “elders” of our families. Still we feel in our hearts like the children we once were, when parents were the rule of law and we were their disciples. I was saying to my friend how I would have liked more time with Dad; I wished to be able to tell him I loved him one more time.

I looked down at the sand, and there was a flat stone in the exact shape of a heart. (Of course I picked it up and brought it home.) I felt it was a message of love from both my parents; a gift of knowing that they are together again and are happy. We both exclaimed over our joined belief that there are “no coincidences.”

That day near the ocean with my friend comforted me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Sorrow comes to us all as humans; it’s part of life. But there is also the sweetness of love and friendship, surprises and awakenings, and always, those gifts from the sea.

 

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3 thoughts on “Gifts From the Sea

  1. Diane Kirkup says:

    So happy to read of your wonderful visit at the ocean yesterday with an old friend and your find of the “heart” stone. Comfort comes in many forms. Especially others who offer their love to us.

  2. Phyllis Ring says:

    Thank you so much, Jane, for sharing beauty and joy. xxx

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