Conversation with a scallop shell
You’ve been calling to me from your marine mollusk home for quite some time –
Whispering to me via gifts from friends
Pendants on necklaces
Surprising me in a box wrapped with string
“Unless you leave room for serendipity, how can the divine enter in?
Loudly announcing your
Do do you see us?
Do we have your attention now?
Calling to me from arched doorways in Paris
Perched on bridges
At the entrance to Chartres Cathedral,
As I stepped into the labyrinth
Holding my breath
You whistled as you caught my eye in the antique market
Dozens of you softly singing your melody
From stirring spoons
From silvered pieces
To created shells
You are symbolic of the pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago –
Perhaps we shall journey there some day?
You speak deeply of metaphor
And yet so much more.
The grooves in your shell
As well as the external pilgrimages I long for
The ocean waves wash you onto shore
You come from water
The vast deep of ocean
And I hear you laugh
As together we chuckle
‘Isn’t your word for the year,
Quote: Joseph Campbell