Where the sand meets the sea

When I was a small child I would look intently at the sand trying to find a small, delicate pink shell just like my older cousin had found.

When my boys were small I would hunt for sea shells with them and smile with joy when we found the perfect one.

When my granddaughter laughs in delight at the success of finding the biggest shell she has ever seen a small part of me lights up.

I light up at the deep connection I have with the sea and the awe I feel when I find the perfect treasure while walking along the sand. I light up at the delight that generations of my family have felt when they do the same. It is part of me and part of them.

When the sand meets the sea there is a special place that hold discarded pieces of the ocean both natural and human. I feel blessed that we live in a place where I am able to walk on land that holds memory both from the people who have walked this place before me and the memory of ocean.

When you look at this painting I want you to remember what delight felt like as a small child finding the perfect treasure to take home and keep for your memories.

Never forget that delight.