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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 [...]

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.

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.                                                                             […]

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.

Dreams are the day’s leftovers. Their hushed voices speak volumes. Ocean Whisper: The razor clam sliced through the confusion of last night’s dreams.

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 [...]