11/09/2025
During a late summer break, by the rugged, gorgeous Pembrokeshire coast, I’ve found some beautiful shells as we’ve dodged the rain and braved the winds on the near empty, soft, sandy beaches. It’s been a time to reflect on what has been a difficult year, full of loss and change to adapt to, but we have some wonderful things to look forward to, and a whole heap of hope for a much better year to come. It is good to take some time out to breathe in salty air, to stand watching the waves roll with thrill-seeking surfers riding that unpredictable energy and to listen to the seaside sounds.
A shell can feel so fragile in our fingers, yet it’s a surprisingly protective shield for the vulnerable creature who lives securely shut within on the sea bed. I’ve always loved to collect pretty seashells, they’re so tactile and the patterns always fascinate me.
Sometimes in the counselling room a troubled client can benefit from having something tactile to hold and to draw their focus upon, it can be very grounding, centering, and can help bring about a feeling of calm and wellbeing as we talk together or process all that has been said and thought upon.