She never sold sea shells by the seashore

  

She painted on flat white rocks flowers and rainbows--and gave them away as gifts to her friends.     There was a lifetime of making shells and tiny stones sing--when she used to fling them into the salty sea-- when the water was pure and pristine.

Sometimes her tears pooled with rain water and sea water-- cleansing from within-- the outpouring          of overwhelming emotions. At times, those emotions grew too huge for her slender frame.

She regained  her balance.  The seaweed and the polished stones, along with the constancy of the waves ...calmed and softened the rough edges she had wrestled with while  living in oblong structures. 



words/ photo--kjl '19