I'll spend a few minutes or an hour sitting in the sand, mulling my thoughts and looking for tiny bits of color.
At home, I separate them into green, brown, and clear/white/blue in these small bottles on our windowsill. The seaglass feels like a metaphor for my tumbled and jumbled thoughts and feelings. Keeping them distilled and organized feels settled and quiet. Much less anxious and unwieldy. I don't really like drama in my life, and it has taken a while to accept that this part of my life simply IS dramatic, and that that's okay. I look forward to integrating all the pleasantness of my current life with a less dramatic period of my life. That sounds marvelous.