A walk on Glass Beach in Fort Bragg, California is a magical experience. Everywhere I look, bits of metal, ceramic and, the beach’s namesake, glass, greet me.
Glass Beach is more accurately a string of small beaches. I must climb over rocks to get to them, some of which are not rocks at all, but compacted behemoths of garbage. These are not barefoot beaches.
The unusual composition of Glass Beach draws in tourists from every part of the globe. Today I hear Russian, Spanish and French. I note that most people, when faced with the decision to take the difficult path or the easy path, choose the hard way.
I also opt for “difficult” and it is a treacherous descent. The colorful debris is mixed in with seaweed, coral and natural rock. But most don’t care about these natural elements, for almost everyone is here to see the transformed trash that had been dumped into the sea long ago. The constant tumbling has made its rough edges smooth and pleasing.
I wonder if all these people, including myself, are subconsciously drawn here because we feel parts of us are “garbage” in need of casting into the ocean. And yet what does the sea tell us as it tosses back everything we’ve thrown in? Every bit of us can be tumbled to perfection—transformed into the most beautiful part of our being. Perhaps this is why so many of us choose the difficult path.
All photos © Sondra Sula.