Looking for heart-shaped stones on the beach is something I’d never thought of doing until recently. Many people have collections of these. Who would have thought anyone would consider a ‘heart of stone’ something worth searching for?
Beaches are favorite places for couples to visit. They take long walks along the shoreline at sunset, or sit on the beach together, gazing out at the horizon while sharing their dreams of the future. Nearby Rainbow Haven Beach attracts numerous singles seeking summer romance . Glowing with suntan lotion, they bask in the sun while non-chalantly checking one another out from behind their fashionable sunglasses.
The shore and its pounding waves are sometimes employed by poets as a metaphor for the coming together of lovers. One waits patiently for the other to arrive at long last from afar.
But what happens when love dies and couples who walked together so often hand in hand along the sand must now walk alone? If love can begin at the beach, could it not end there as well?
This week I found not only one, but several yellow long-stemmed roses tangled in the seaweed on the shore. Although they were a bit frazzled by the elements, they still looked fairly fresh.
In the language of flowers, yellow roses symbolize the end of a love affair. Could someone have been given a bouquet of yellow roses at the beach? And could these have then been abandoned on the shore or thrown into the sea? We’ll never know.
Strange how my heart beats
To find myself upon your shore.
Strange how I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.
Cool waves wash over
And drift away with dreams of youth.
So time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.~ Enya
Flandrum Hill 
Oh, the roses! What a find. Evokes such a feeling of love and aching beauty. My friend Melinda has been collecting heart-shaped rocks forever. I’ve really not done so yet, but went through a phase of collecting shells with faces while visiting Fort Myers Beach.
My heart rock collection abounds….some day I have to find a way to display them. Your thoughts on love found and lost on the beach are awesome and I love the Enya words – made my heart ache as I remember my own love lost.
Lovely post – so thought provoking. And someone’s yellow roses – wheter for sad or happy ocassions – have found new life in your blog.
Kathy, I’ve never heard of anyone collecting shells with faces before. I just heard about the heart shaped stones in the past year. The stones I look for on the beach are usually symmetrical ones that are as close to circles as possible.
Well Cindy, you have to get your collection out there. I have mine in a clay pot next to the front door. I first heard those Enya words in the film L.A. Story with Steve Martin. It was a very thoughtful scene in an otherwise crazy movie.
Thanks JoAnn. The written word does make emotions last beyond the moment. Even roses fade after awhile.
Hello, thanks for popping by:) You have a lovely blog here! This post was especially poignant.
When at Clam Harbour Beach I did notice a kind of fly hovering near the grasses but they were not a bother. It must have been a one time event you witnessed or maybe a yearly thing.
Thank you Shelagh. I once heard someone complain of a similar fly problem at nearby Rainbow Haven Beach. I’ve been there so many times and never noticed anything, so it too must be something that happens once in a blue moon.
Hey, I gave you a blog award. Come and get it if you want it!
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Wow! Thank you so much Grace. It’s already sent a visitor my way. I’ll be passing it on in the next day 🙂 🙂
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