Beautifully written (and drawn) and such a great reminder, especially at this time <3. It reminds me of the magic of finding sand dollars - only twice in my life have I had this thrill. Once the day my mum passed away, we all went to the beach from the hospital, shell shocked, and saw so many sand dollars - in all the 30 years I lived in the NE of England, I had never seen one, and now the beach was strewn with them. They were slightly heart shaped, and there was a heart-shaped lump of coal - my grandfather was a miner and I believe he came to bring my mum to the next life. I was floored to see these beautiful shells and the coal. My Mum used to go to the beach and collect heart-shaped shells, it felt like a message. The second one was on the NE coast of USA, I fond a whole, stunning sand dollar and she sits on my desk - first and only one in the almost 30 years I have lived in the US.
Now it feels like wholeness <3. And every time I pick her up she sprinkles a little sand on my desk and it brings me to think of my toes in the sand (and hopefully sea) and that feels so grounding.
I've had this sitting in a special place to read when I could give it my full attention, and I'm grateful today is the day I was supposed to get this message. Nona, you are such a treasure. My grandmother kept a typed note taped to her office desk: The grinding that wears to nothing a lesser stone merely serves to give luster to a diamond. You, my friend, are a radiant, multi-faceted diamond who I am honored to call "friend".
Beautifully written (and drawn) and such a great reminder, especially at this time <3. It reminds me of the magic of finding sand dollars - only twice in my life have I had this thrill. Once the day my mum passed away, we all went to the beach from the hospital, shell shocked, and saw so many sand dollars - in all the 30 years I lived in the NE of England, I had never seen one, and now the beach was strewn with them. They were slightly heart shaped, and there was a heart-shaped lump of coal - my grandfather was a miner and I believe he came to bring my mum to the next life. I was floored to see these beautiful shells and the coal. My Mum used to go to the beach and collect heart-shaped shells, it felt like a message. The second one was on the NE coast of USA, I fond a whole, stunning sand dollar and she sits on my desk - first and only one in the almost 30 years I have lived in the US.
Wow, Helen, that story of your mother's passing and the beach filled with heart-shaped sand dollars PLUS the coal?? Such synchronicity.
I love that you have a rare whole sand dollar that sits on your desk! What does that mean to you, sister?? Thank you for commenting. XO
Now it feels like wholeness <3. And every time I pick her up she sprinkles a little sand on my desk and it brings me to think of my toes in the sand (and hopefully sea) and that feels so grounding.
I love the sand sprinkles! YES!!
Helen, thank you for sharing this beautiful experience.
I've had this sitting in a special place to read when I could give it my full attention, and I'm grateful today is the day I was supposed to get this message. Nona, you are such a treasure. My grandmother kept a typed note taped to her office desk: The grinding that wears to nothing a lesser stone merely serves to give luster to a diamond. You, my friend, are a radiant, multi-faceted diamond who I am honored to call "friend".
I’m grateful for you and I’m glad this piece was the right one for the moment. ❤️