I never thought much about seashells until I moved to Panama City Beach 5 years ago and began walking along the shore. Initially, I would pick up any piece of a broken shell in fascination as I never had the opportunity to do it when I lived elsewhere, growing up in southern California.
Now I'm more selective in my hunt and have resorted to digging to find more hidden treasures. And even though I enjoy all the pretty finds, the shells are not my motivation. I simply like to get outside, walk in the sunshine and if I see a shell or think something special can be found with a little trowel that's kept in my back pocket, I'll stop and investigate.
For me, the joy is in the hunt. And the joy is in the giving away of shells to unsuspecting visitors who happen to cross my path. Yes, Martha, it is more blessed to give than to receive!
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