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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.

Charlotte enjoyed her 7th birthday today. Fireworks, hotdogs, a parade and cupcakes with miniature flags joined her.   Ocean Whisper: When another year, another layer of life, surfaces, it [...]

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. [...]

“Here.” Will, my two-year-old grandson picked up the first shell he saw and handed it to me. His decision was swift. Ocean Whisper: Measured decision making skills take years to fully [...]

My grandchild Charlotte and I walked hand in hand on the beach. It was her turn to find a shell. Ocean Whisper: God scatters precious gifts on the shoreline; little hands inspect the sand and [...]

My life is not perfect. There have been times when the holes have overshadowed the solid parts.                                                                             […]

I see the shine. I am attracted to it. Then I examine it more closely. Ocean Whisper: Just because it shines does not mean it is valuable; a slick veneer chips and fades with time.

My daughter gave me a bracelet with the inscription, “Though she be but little, she is fierce.” (Shakespeare) Samantha knows my strength.    Ocean Whisper: My body size does not [...]