Messenger of The Sea,
"Today is a smooth white seashell, hold it close and listen to the beauty of the hours."
My Grandma picked up a beautiful shell that she kept as a heirloom and held it up to her ear like a phone. Wide eyed, I questioned what she was doing, and her beautiful answer was this:
"I can hear the sounds of the sea when I hold it close to my ear....here honey....would you like to try?"
So I took it from her shaky soft hands, and held it as close as I could to my little ear. My eyes grew wider than they had been just moments before, when I realized she was speaking the truth. I really could hear it! It was like a bit of magic right in my hands. A sea shell was like the messenger of the sounds of the distant sea. I never looked at a shell quite the same after that. There was a beautiful mystery that each one could tell...that I would never forget.