Sea Glass

Last weekend, I indulged in one of my favorite hobbies: collecting sea glass.  As I hunched over a slip of beach on a rocky coastline, my eyes scoured the sand and rocks for small gems.  A sliver of green . . . a small piece of pale brown.  I found sharp shards that I tossed back into the sea to continue their journey.

Glass aged by the sea has lost its shiny sharpness and clear fractures.  Instead, smooth edges and new shapes emerge, molded by sand and time.  The beauty of sea glass is found precisely in its weathered nature.

My friend Nancy turns 75 this week and she, like sea glass, has been gloriously worn by life.  Her gray hairs, wrinkles, and ageless wisdom bespeak the passage of time.  Her physical form has been sculpted by the surf of the years and she makes no apologies.

In this culture, we rarely admire the twilight of the human lifespan.  My wish is to age as gracefully as my friend, to wear my buffeted edges similar surrender, and to gratefully accept the loveliness of transformation. 

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6 thoughts on “Sea Glass

  1. Nancy

    I loved the connection between the beauty of sea glass–its weathered nature–and the appreciation of both Nancy’s aging process and the intention for your own. Perhaps that’s why I’m honored to note my hair is turning gray, a fine white just like my mother, and with this acceptance knowing that growing old gracefully is far more satisfying than resisting what you have elegantly captured as the “twilight of the human lifespan.” Once again, thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  2. RuthBuczynski

    It is very true that our current society doesn’t acknowledge the value of aging and instead focuses on the issue of loss – loss of unlined appearances and loss of mental prowess. Rather than bemoaning “loss,” we should instead be celebrating life’s journey, in whatever stage we happen to be.

    Ruth Buczynski, PhD, President of NICABM

  3. Lorrie Webb Grillo

    The thing about loving someone for so long is that you don’t notice the softening of the edges so much. I love seeing my aunt through your eyes and the analogy of beautiful, buffeted sea glass. Yes, she’s aging gracefully, beautifully, but I would have to add that her sharp wit, her sweet voice, her loud laugh, her never-sit-down energy speaks to the glass in its original shape — bright, colorful, clear in purpose and form. I love the smooth edges, but — lucky me — I’ve seen the glass in all its beauty my whole life.

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