TRANSFORM: The Circle of Transformation by G. Ackman

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The Circle of Transformation

by G. Ackman

They sauntered peacefully along the water’s edge, enjoying the quiet beauty surrounding them.  The sun had already begun its nightly dressing for bed, donning a robe of brilliant orange and yellow, streaked with red.  She wasn’t really searching the sand when she felt something call out to her soul and she looked down.  There it was, more than half buried in sand, just the faintest edge of frosted green showing.  She picked it up and held it in her hand, closing her fist around its smooth, uneven surface.  Its heartbeat synchronized with hers.

Standing there facing the sunset, her hand closed tightly around it, she was no longer herself, a separate being standing on a beautiful beach in Jamaica.  She was a part of the object she held, which was a part of all of time and nature.

She could feel it thrumming its life story to her, transmitting vital secrets up through her arm and straight to her heart.  She knew, in that instant, that it began on this very beach well over a century ago, a grain of sand scooped out along with millions of other grains, then through heat transformed into a utilitarian green bottle, used and discarded back here on the beach.  From there, time had wrought its magic, the wind blowing it up on the beach and the tide taking it back out.  Day in and day out the dance of those two shattered the bottle into thousands of pieces, each piece taking up that dance of wind and wave again and again.  The larger pieces were worn down into smaller ones.  Smaller ones had returned to their natal state and were now microscopic pieces of green glass nestled among the other sand grains, indistinguishable from their neighbors.  This one, though, still retained sufficient size to harbor its history, waiting for the right person to call to.

She held the sea glass close and knew that it would always be a treasured part of her.  Just as the earth transformed sand into glass, glass into function, and function back into sand, she was also transformed by all her experiences and by the natural world that she treasured.  Her sea glass necklace would serve to center her in the scheme of things, reminding her that she was merely a part of a larger cycle, a speck with a role to play, sometimes being useful, sometimes being shaped, and sometimes being treasured.

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