Some flotsam is cute.
Shells. Glass. Feathers.
And then there’s the serious stuff.
Today I found a piece of rope tangled in the wrack line, sun-bleached and frayed like it had been through an argument with the Atlantic. 😏🌊🪢
It looked like it once held something important:
a boat
a buoy
a dock
somebody’s hope
It wasn’t pretty…
but it was honest.
🌊 Flotsam Wisdom
Not everything that washes up is meant to decorate a shelf.
Some things wash up to remind us:
we’re always tied to something.
To people.
To places.
To promises.
To the life we’re building even when we don’t feel like we’re building anything.
That rope held on until it couldn’t.
And the fact that it held on at all?
That’s kind of beautiful.
🏖️ Beach Tag:
Hold what matters. Let the rest drift.
Flotsam question:
What’s something you’ve “held onto” through a rough season that you’re proud of? 🖤