Seashells, Seaglass and Wishing Stones
Four-leaf clovers ~ I once lived in a house where they grew in little patches all over the yard. The obvious symbolism is of good luck, good fortune. A tie to Ireland and Wales. A reminder not to overlook the blessings right at my feet.
Seaglass ~ Signifies the beauty in broken things. Jagged pieces of broken glass turn into treasures when cleansed and polished by the rhythms of the sea. Persistence, hope.
Shells ~ Incorporate the celtic eternity spiral. Former homes of sea creatures always speak to me of memory, things left behind. Again the beauty of the not-so-perfect, the broken. The power of survival.
Wishing Stones ~ Pebbles, like those above, with a band of another encircling color. The band must be complete, with no breaks. In the spring of my thirteenth year, my Father died suddenly of pneumonia. That fall my Mother, Aunt and a friend took me to Cape Cod to walk again on Nauset Beach, collect shells and wishing stones and be by the ocean my Dad had sailed and loved. Erdine, my Aunt’s childhood friend, taught me how to select wishing stones while we walked the empty beaches and talked about my Dad. The stones have always comforted me, and I sometimes carry one in my pocket. Hope, recovery, renewal.