Glass Beach

Well, this is an amazing place!  The city dump once stood here and the practice would be to dump the trash, and burn it...for years and years....until the 1960s.  At that time they closed the dump and the bottles and glass left here have been polished by the waves and sand and by master artist, Nature.  Today there isn't any sand...only small pebbles and lots of polished magic sea glass.   Most amazing were the formations that I thought were rock, but upon closer look I could see that they were hunks of melted metals, glass and pottery.  I felt I was in the middle of my own Pirates of the Carribean treasure chest!

Yep.....I had to bring some home with me. 

I wanted to add a post script to this post on the sea glass.  First let me tell those who have asked, it is located in the town of Fort Bragg, California.  That's about 4 hours north of San Franciso.

Now...about all that sea glass......and what I learned from this experience.  

The joy is in the hunt....the dream....the "what if I find....."

When all around was sea glass, right there for the grabbing....I just had to sit down, marvel at it, run my hands through it, start picking pieces here and there...then started shoveling with my hands...and then I stopped.

The joy of hunting sea glass lies in the possibility, moment by moment.  

Walking, eyes down, scanning...thoughts running through my mind with no attention paid to them.....focused, intently focused.....yet completely open....the space of allowing magic to show up.   Sea glass hunting is a meditative state.

Finding oneself on a beach made of sea glass was a marvel, but it was not the experience of long walks on deserted beaches, coming home with a small handful of treasured pieces.

So for all of you who think this was heaven....it wasn't...but it was a whole lot of fun!