Once it left its shell, the shell became my earphone, as I put the opening close to my ear and heard a great powerful sound--the rushing wind blowing out the sound of the sea; it was magnificently within my hearing range to remind me how vast and great the waters are--and how calm, like a musical instrument that whispers in a soothing voice similar to the sea softly humming quietly, peacefully.
With my other ear to my radio, I heard the songs of a Cantor Jewish Musician/Singer belting out in chant a holy song with his holy spirited voice on a Friday to prep me for Shabbat, the day of rest that comes on Saturday. His lungs were full and exploding with strength to call Hebrew words to me, as I settled in to listen to his sweet music. He brings me great joyous rejoicing and appreciation for the Jewish Sabbath ahead, which I look forward to all week long. Each weekday is numbered as one less day before Saturday, Monday: means 6 days left till Shabbat, Tuesday: 5, and finally in its greatness we get Saturday as it comes as the last day of the week--the day God rested after creating the world. Friday, today is my spa day, the day before Saturday, a day when I prepare for Shabbat.
I sat down the round golden-green shell again, as the animal wanted his home back to retreat into to escape the outside world, a place of peace for him to rest too, as God rested, and as we rest on Saturdays. He then found his way back into his hole, the entrance to his home--he hurriedly crawled back in. Good bye to you my little friend!
And I then gently tossed him and his shell back into the sea, back into a pool of safety for the little guy. Somewhere, out there is my little friend, swimming, crawling, and hopefully not venturing out too far from home.
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