Sea Glass

Finally! I've found what I've been searching for on the beach just about everyday since I've been here. Sea glass. Proper sea glass that's been polished smooth. I didn't realize the full significance of it to me until I found. You see, it's the perfect metaphor. When one experiences tragedy, it's like a glass is shattered into pieces and thrown in the sea. Then it's pounded by waves and sand and rocks like the cycles of grief, sadness, anger and frustration. Eventually, pieces wash up on the shore and the edges are no longer sharp and painful. They've been worn down and smoothed. But it's still in pieces. You're never really the same again. It just hurts less.
So far the glass that I've found on the beach hadn't been very worn down. Most of it looked like it had just been broken. But we had some rough wind and weather the last couple of days so that must have drudged up some good glass. Another metaphor...nuggets of awesome appearing after troubling times.
I really want to try to do something with these but I'm not sure what. I also found some cool pieces of ceramic with print on them.