“From time immemorial, we have held conch shells to our ears to hear the surf-like sound, the eternal tides of life that engrave their markings upon us.

The conch shell comes from the deep...the underworld. Shells are mysterious sea treasures...often ridged and whorled, reflecting stages of growth.

A shell is an exoskeleton serving to protect the vulnerable creature that dwells within. We speak of coming out of, or going into, one’s ‘shell,’ suggesting gradual, tenuous exposure to the world, or of retreat from it, in privacy, refuge, or withdrawal.”

“...because there is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.”