Monday, December 1, 2008
How I love the ocean! We just got back from Florida celebrating Thanksgiving with family, and spent a lot of time at the beach. My kids and I are all enthusiastic beachcombers. After walking the beaches over several days, we found a variety of shells, sand dollars, horseshoe crabs, and a sweet little starfish. To our hearts' delight, we saw many dolphins, sometimes within a dozen feet away from us. We even saw someone catch a baby shark.
What we didn't see was one coin, not even a penny, on those miles we covered on the shoreline. If you read my book, you know how I value finding coins as symbols. One day, I was lying right on the shore as we watched hundreds of little coquinas, those small clams that burrow rapidly into the sand as the waves recede, only to be unearthed again as the next wave hits the shore (I am easily entertained). I marvel at their persistence, and yet tough existence by being constantly pushed around. Anyways, at one point while lying there, I looked down and saw that the tide brought a penny right in front of my legs. It was encrusted with sand, so it had been there for awhile. It was a powerful and unforgettable way to be blessed with a symbol!