The Shell’s Echo
Growing up in the Midwest, I was fortunate to have a father who worked for Trans World Airlines, which afforded us the luxury of free airplane travel! My family loved our beach trips, and my mother and I cherished the beautiful shells we collected along the way. We’d walk the beach and gather the finest ones to wash and pack to carry home. My mother displayed her shell collections in a vase reminding us of our sunny days on the beach. We marveled at how we could still hear the ocean in the conch shells weeks after our trip back home.
Shortly after my mother’s passing, I found time to be still and I remembered those days on the beach. On one particular morning, I heard her voice in my head:
Just as the shell leaves the ocean, we leave our physical bodies behind. But if you hold the shell to your ear and listen closely, you’ll still hear the waves, even though the shell is far from its ocean home. Although I’ve left the physical world, you can hear my voice, if you listen with your heart and know that I am near.
Just as my mother had predicted, when I opened my heart, I began to receive vivid Dreams and frequent Signs from her. These helped me to believe, without a doubt, that she was not only out of pain and healed, but also an active participant in my life.
The shell was the perfect metaphor for my work in helping people discover how love never dies. You’ll see them, along with other beach and water scenes that help to tell my story. My hope is that you’ll experience the peace of the beach and the miracle of the shell as we work together.