Her Heart On Her Sleeve
A few years ago my friend Joy gave me a very special gift. It wasn't big and expensive, it wasn't outrageous or extravagant. It was so simple but in its simplicity, it opened my eyes to the subtlety of whispered messages surrounding me. My gift? A simple seashell, but not just any seashell. One of Joy's favorite things in the world is the beach. Hailing from Bulgaria, they don't have the pristine beaches that Florida has and after spending many sunny days and sunsets there, Joy finds much "joy" and solace in the sand and surf. My shell had been found on the beach in Naples, FL one day and Joy decided that I had to have it. A seashell is a seashell is a seashell or so most of think. Remember that tongue twister from your childhood? "She sells seashells by the seashore." But the truth is that a seashell is not just a seashell. It once held a creature so delicate that it had to build itself a wall so thick that only a fish...