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My one-year-old granddaughter Emily’s tiny hands clutched the plastic shovel. She pushed with all her might through the wet sand and then tried to put both of her feet in the slender divot. [...]

One by one, my friend Wendy rescued the shell family from the shallow water and brought them to my hands for safekeeping. Ocean Whisper: When I am given an opportunity to extend my hand to a [...]

Sometimes I have to remind myself that after a dark night, the sun will dutifully rise to spread the warmth of its morning light. Ocean Whisper: Deep within the darkness, a flicker of light waits.

The view on the beach of my son and daughter playing with their own children mirrored my life of three decades ago. I thanked God for the reflection. Ocean Whisper: The ripples of my life pool [...]

The eye of the hurricane presents a misleading lull. The coriolis force deflects the wind away from the center, causing the outer bands to rotate around it. Ocean Whisper: My calm appearance can [...]

On my walk, I noticed that the bigger waves carry the larger shells to the shoreline.   Ocean Whisper: Fortunately, through the years my shoulders have broadened to carry the added weight of [...]

Low tide. Cool sand. Bright sunlight. I welcome a new day on my morning walk.   Ocean Whisper: Nature provides us with a reset; each day begins in a state of innocence.

The salty fingers of the waves grabbed the shell and strummed the chords of the ocean. Ocean Whisper: Music is everywhere, I just need to recognize the instruments.

We looked at each other in the morning sun light. And then we went home together. Ocean Whisper: Each relationship begins with a first glance.

Young girls sold painted sea shells on the sidewalk outside of their beach house. I bought four. Ocean Whisper: My grandchildren will inherit my world; I like to pave the way with kindness. [...]