Amie Glover
5 April 2005
Shell Sighting!!
Sarah and
I smile while we dodge waves
Before the Spring 2005 semester started, my roommate Adrienne and I
drove through
One night we played hide-and-go-seek at the playground on the seawall. We spent hours running around the slides, swinging across monkey bars, and climbing on the outsides of the bridges where only the “big kids” can reach. Several times while we played, I grinned to myself, remembering all the times I’d wished as a kid that I could climb up the slide, or climb over the sides of the bridges, or hang on the outside of the guardrails. Now, here I was, nineteen years old, a supposedly mature college student, goofing off on the playground in the middle of the night. I can’t imagine the night having been any better.
The next
morning, we visited the seashore on
While they
were busy torturing poor, defenseless animals, I found a seashell. After picking it up and brushing the moist
sand off it, I stuck it, along with my cold fingers in my pocket. As I stood with my feet in the waves, jeans
rolled up, cool wind in my face, a feeling crept over me… I thought, “So this
is life… I don’t have it figured out yet, but this is it.” That’s really not supposed to sound deep or
anything; no
Admittedly, I didn’t think of the shell as a symbol of our pilgrimage until after I’d stuck it in my pocket and walked down the beach a little longer. I remembered it as a symbol of our higher purpose. I wondered what mine was. A few ideas came to mind. I smiled to myself and went back to talk to the agents of animal cruelty…
… when we returned home and unpacked, took the shell out of my pocket and put it on a shelf over my desk. Later, I placed it on my bulletin board as a reminder of my fun trip and the great friends I’m blessed and privileged to have, and a reminder to keep my ultimate calling in check. In many ways, I see my friends as part of my greater purpose. They’re not my ultimate purpose, nor my highest calling, but they’re such a huge part of it that I can’t imagine going on a pilgrimage without them.
Needless to say, I was pretty excited when Professor Bump offered extra credit for finding a shell on campus… I just happened to have my shell on my bulletin board.