My Story of Healing with Seaglass

My name is Ilmana. I was trained as an Obs & Gyn. Interestingly, delivering babies is an art too, that requires skillful hands. I knew, if I did not get into Med School, I will pursue fine arts.
For almost 30 years, along my profession, I pursued the hobby of silk painting until COVID hit our lives.

My pulmonologist husband who was heading a frontline COVID health team, contracted COVID and died in June 2020, at age 59. This felt as if someone had hit my head with an iron rod. I lost all interest in life- in my house, in my profession, in my hobby (silk painting) and overall living.

I would sit for hours in solitude and grief on the beach of Lake Ontario, watching the waves hit the pebbles on the shore. I thought this was the only way I can kill rest of my living time. Days and weeks passed.

One day I noticed green light sparkling through a pebble. I picked it up, went home and googled to find out this is seaglass. I went back next day to search more seaglass, and I found white, green, brown pieces, and one day found a beautiful blue beachglass. Each day I looked forward to collecting beachglass, pebbles and drift wood, and bring them home, wash them and sort them. Gradually over 2 years, my energy and zest

Beachglass in different shapes and colors were so exquisite that I wondered if I use them to tell stories. Rest is history.

I have inherited the artistic bent of mind from my mother, who was an exceptional embroiderer and an artist. My daughter is an accomplished watercolorist. And my 6 year old grand daughter is following the footsteps too.