Shark’s Teeth at Sunset
Hello, buttercup, and happy Wednesday. 🙂 You may have already seen the above photo which I posted to my Facebook page this past Sunday. The afternoon was perfect with sunshiny warmth and a salty breeze that whispered in my ears and beckoned me to the beach. The hubster, ever indulgent of my mermaid status, agreed it was time to slide into our flip-flops and “go do sunset.” The Universe did not disappoint. These photos are not enhanced. I snapped the shots on my phone, a Google Pixel-2, from where I sat with my butt parked in a beach chair and my toes buried in the sand. By the time I took the photo below, the temperature had dropped from warm to chilly, and we sat wrapped in our beach towels waiting for the last of the light show.
Look at that. *sigh* Too beautiful for words. Nothing soothes the soul quite like this.
The afternoon wasn’t all about sunset, though. It was also about finding shark’s teeth, a common pastime for beachgoers here in Venice. If you’re interested in learning why Venice is known as the “shark’s tooth capital of the world” click HERE to read a quick article on the matter. In short, the shark’s teeth that wash up on Venice beaches are fossils, some dating back millions of years. Most of the shark’s teeth I’ve found are small, but the one I discovered Sunday is a granddaddy, with the “fang” part of the tooth measuring 3/4 of an inch. Take a look!
A lot of folks wade into the water and use sand sifters to find the shark’s teeth, but I don’t go to that much trouble. It’s amazing how many shark’s teeth there are to be found, and my mind is blown by the millions of treasures buried beneath our feet. Layers and layers of sand and shells, fish bones and shark’s teeth, remnants of so much life that came before. It reminds me how small I am, that I’m part of a greater whole, and that while I may never understand the how or the why of it, I cannot deny the truth of it. There is a sense of coming home when I stand on the shore, a fullness and peace I find nowhere else. It is a gift, this feeling, and I’m grateful for it.
I understand that you might not be a mermaid. Perhaps you’re a woodland creature or a city dweller and your heart beats not for the tides but for the misty mountains at sunrise or the throb of a crowd. I’ve known folks who called themselves “desert rats” because for them there is nothing to compare with the stark beauty of a wide-open desert. To what are you drawn? Where do you go to soothe your soul?
See you next week! Thanks for reading. 🙂
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