One word….Treasure was the first word on the list and it is a word I use to describe the shells, broken and worn down, or whole and perfect appearing, that I collect on my walks. Treasures …..created to be functional and protective, yet so beautiful. Each one unique. Each one, even in it’s brokenness, still serving a purpose, being of use, willingly giving itself back to the ocean or offering itself to the shore….daring me to pick it up and admire it… Notice the layers that show part of it’s story of creation and injury…. Carry it home and give it another story to star in.