Shells

I was walking along picking up my usual detritus of sea glass and broken shells when I began to wonder about my fascination with shells;  It is not as if I can  identify many of them by name  or that I even search for a perfect shell.  I simply look for ones that are broken so that I can see the inside of the shell so I can see the absolute perfection and intricacies involved, the wonderful colors that you miss by just looking at the perfect outer shell and such.  It was at that point that I realized that shells just remind me of the people I meet in my life,  from the casual contact to the momentary friend, to the life long forever type which is so rare.  If we just look at what we see then we miss the most exciting part of meeting people, the endless vortexes of human nature, the inner beauty that is in all of us; some people just need to be broken in order to find it. Those people tend to find me and my life is richer because of them.  In my house I have pieces of shells that look like certain types of fish, and drift wood that look like birds and fish, and coral and rocks that look like a giant tooth and cars, and different animals.  All of these items, and many more were picked up along the way as I contemplated someone or some thing yet to come.  Gentle reminders of life.  Laugh often live with love.