Broken Shells

I led a One-Day Experience on the beach recently. Literally, we were walking and sitting on a beautiful tropical beach as we talked and worked. Often times, I learn as much in these experiences as the client.As we walked, we occasionally collected shells.(You have to understand that beach combing was a major aspect of my childhood experience.)As we were doing this, I saw my client picking up broken shells.(In my beachcombing experience broken shells had no value, only perfect ones.)When I pointed this out she said “Oh yes, I discovered I could just notice all the beautiful parts of each one and accept the flaws”.Needless to say I experienced much more beauty on the beach that day, grateful for the feminine perspective.