Sea Glass
Short Story
Christopher Girard
The weathered wooden bridge that led to the beach was cool and
smooth this morning. Akemi, normally would have felt and noticed the
coolness, the smoothness, she was good at that, good at being mindful, but
this morning she was somewhere else. She was actually in a place that
most of us spend most of our time, in our heads, our minds. We are so
busy thinking, that most of us miss the present, miss the now.
Akemi inwardly knew she was a little off this morning, she had a
feeling of being confined, as well as a little confused. These
feelings were a foreign state of mind for her, she had worked hard and had
mastered many experiences to allow herself such feelings and thoughts.
Akemi was used to being in control, balanced. Akemi was always present
and mindful, it's not only how she lived, but how she demanded she
live.
So when Akemi's bare feet finally made contact with the warm beach
sand, she instantly breathed a sigh of relief and came rushing back to
herself. In an instant she became aware of her beautiful surroundings,
in an instant she became mindful of her presence. She felt the warm
coarse texture of the sand as it caressed her feet. She felt the
expansiveness of the beach and ocean as it immediately eased her sense of
limitation and confinement. The rhythmic pulse of the waves washed away
her confusion and tension. She remembered her connection with the
oneness of it all and smiled. She felt at ease and at peace. She became
aware...awake...alive.
She realized she had missed the beach, and made a mental note to
do this more often. It was good for her, good for her soul. The
material world and all of it's illusions, has a way of rocking us to sleep,
so it's nice, nice to return to nature and allow our higher selves, our
souls, time to play and remember who they are.
As she mindfully walked up the beautiful pink sanded beach, she
was able to truly relax. All the mental equations she had been trying to
solve, just seemed to dissipate, and lose power. The vastness of the
ocean, the clean swept beach, the uniqueness of all the tiny shells she
passed, all these things gently swept away all her physical thoughts.
She relaxed into the wonder of creation and she allowed her soul to
smile. Akemi even allowed her soul to laugh. None of it was really all
that important.
As she walked, her gaze searched the beach. Akemi, was looking,
hunting, for her favorite thing. A rare but symbolic treasure. Sea
Glass.
Genuine Sea Glass, is the glass found along the beach shore,
tumbled and broken by the ocean. Authentic Sea Glass is a rare find, but
lucky beachcombers may find these jewel like pieces in the sandy gravel
and in shell patches all along the beach. Sea Glass finds are true
treasures.
Akemi, somehow knew this, for she loved finding Sea Glass. Not
only was it beautiful but it somehow had symbolic overtones for her. For
she too had at one time been tumbled and broken by her own ocean. She
too had also had been forcefully polished by the sands of time and
nature. Akemi had emerged as the Sea Glass emerges, with a beautiful
polished smoothness and color. She had an inner connection to the Sea Glass
and what the Sea Glass had endured. For in every bit of Sea Glass, was
her history, her story. The rough transformation and survival of her
nature, to one of brilliance and uniqueness.
Akemi didn't know it but she too was indeed a rare and unique
find. She too was a true treasure. Beach combers would indeed be
lucky to find her.
Sea Glass© COPYRIGHT 2005 Christopher Girard.
Reproduction prohibited without permission from the author.
07/19/05
