On the window sill of my craft room there's a little jar filled with seashells from the sandy beaches of my hometown. I've had these shells for years (I collected these shells back in the early 1990's right after leaving my hometown to go study in Aalborg), and I'm so used to seing it there that most of the time I will look at it without really seing it... but today for the first time in a very long time I opened up the jar and took out a few of them... When looking at them and touching them I can very clearly recall the salty scent of the ocean and my mind fills up with ocean sounds and the sound of the seagulls crying - I remember long walks on those beaches together with my late Grandfather. We often took long walks together where he shared his love for the nature with me and taught me how to wonder about things :-) I cherish those memories - he played a huge part in the making of the person that I have turned out to be and I will be eternally grateful for having had someone like him in my life while growing up :-).
