Your Stories

Please share a brief story about your favorite piece, a memory, or your philosophy about sea glass.

“Like a tight faucet turned open, everything floods from me. I stride quickly to where the sand is still wet from the previous tide and then, and then I am gone. There is no thinking, just being. I have no awareness of time or myself. If I am searching for glass, it is rote, with no more or less consciousness than a jellyfish searching for sustenance. There I am seaweed, I am water, I am stone. I am fish. I am a grain of sand, warm in the sun. I am reduced to nothing, but part of everything. I am home, I am free. I am one with the sea, I am the primordial me, and the glass is just my excuse to be there.”

- Sherry Fields, Friendship, ME

"Beach glass hunting has been a passion of mine ever since I was little—thanks to my mom! I've found a couple of gems over the years, including a large, circular red piece of beach glass and had it made into a ring."

- Natalie Hawkins

Hermit crabs’ life span involves changing homes frequently as they grow larger. Typically they choose shells, however in this case the crab chose a unique form of shelter inside a dolls head.

Video by Viral Press.