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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 [...]

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. [...]

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.                                                                             […]

Shell number two appeared in the wet sand without its mate. It reminded me of the sadness of separation. Bonds can break, but love endures.             Ocean Whisper :  Separated from its [...]

Here is the first Daily Shell from the shoreline of Ocean City, NJ. Firsts are special. Our lives have a collection of firsts. We remember firsts forever.                   Ocean Whisper: [...]

A shell shouted to me from the sand. The volume of my whispers could not be turned down. Since that unforgettable autumn day in 1976, when the message- this is the man you are going to [...]