I can’t help but remember one of my favorite books Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh when I took shot of this wind chime that has been a part of our garden for so many years now so I am borrowing the title of her book here.
It was a gift from one of Nissa’s friends. It came from Palawan. When the wind blows, the shells create a sound like someone frying on a hot griddle. And this reminds me so much of the cowrie sea shells that I used to play with when I was a child. I actually bought two during one of our forays at Dapitan Arcade when I had my treatment a few years ago. Being reminded of childhood even just by a simple cowrie shell is such a lovely feeling. Looking at this, there are times when I want to explore the shore and look for some gifts from the sea – more shells to collect, a piece of glass with smooth edges brought about by too many times of playing hide and seek with the tide, some uniquely shaped stones to bring home. Collecting memories of childhood is one of the best gifts that you could always find in your heart, the times when you are ignorant of life’s broken dreams because you believed that dreams come true.
Don’t you just love the sound of the wind and the sea when you place a cowrie shell close to your ear?
