“Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.” ~ Emily Bronte
Everyday, I walk our beaches and everyday, I find relics washed ashore. Most of the time, the finds are over hundreds of years old…aged Pre-Columbian pottery shards that tell the stories of the ancient ones who lived on Ometepe Island long ago.
Flat Stanley went with me one day and discovered several interesting pieces waiting for him on our black sand beach.
They come in handy for making a wind break around a cooking fire on the beach.
I’ve found whole heirlooms laying on the beach, too. My collection is growing beyond belief. Each a testimonial…each unique…whispering sentiments of their value among the living.
Sometimes, I have no clue what they are and sometimes, just adding a light gives the relic a new dimension.
What do I do with thousands of ancient pottery shards? These fragments spoke to me and said, “Make me into a turtle.” Our casita is called Casita de Tortuga.
Sometimes my finds become whimsical creations…a Christmas centerpiece or a plastic baby doll arm holding an early clay marble.
And sometimes while I’m deep in the zen moment of drawing the time-worn pottery shards…I hear them whispering...I am precious...I was valued.