“turq”, a Meditation

The day I learned that you could move while mediating was liberating. On my daily strolls along the shores of the Bay of Fundy, I am continually awed by the magnificence beneath my every step.

For this project, I “pose” the same piece of turquoise sea glass in natural settings to accentuate the contrast of its smooth salty translucent quality with the kaleidoscope of colors, textures and patterns of the land that I love.

Every walk is different as the 26 foot tides and beaches shift dramatically – low tide exposes 100 feet of rocks of all sizes, seaweed, and trash. The array on the plant life also shifts with weather and seasons. As in a meditation, I notice the shifting light and clouds of the big sky and the roar of the rushing tides. All the while, the Deer Island Ferry punctuates the passage of time with its horn and journey every thirty minutes. When the fog settles like a blanket, the fog horn moans rhythmically. No two days are alike.

I train my gaze to hunt for bones, shells, feathers, heart-shaped rocks, and sea glass. I love sea glass. It is trash that is at least 50, if not centuries, old. I wonder who threw this bottle and why were they here in this spot? Were they fishermen waiting for the herring to fill their nets? Or did they live nearby and this was their dump?  Over time, the currents, wave action and tides have tossed and tumbled these sharp, jagged edges of broken glass into polished, treasures.

My favorite “finds” are the turquoise pieces of sea glass. They are rare and depending on the time of day, they can look like jade, or light blue or turquoise. This particular piece of sea glass that is my “subject” reminds me of my Mother.  I think of her pale blue eyes and her favorite clothes in the 1960s. It was her favorite color. She even had her own name for it --“turq.”