I’ve been reading “Gift From The Sea” by Anne Morrow Lindbergh recently, feeling even more affected by it than the first reading years ago. The beauty of it, her poignant insight, strikes a profound cord someplace deep. Take, for example, the following passage:
Odd that I remain disbelieving that Bennet is gone, died, finished, caput. Oh, I intellectually understand it, the idea of it. But the emotional reality; How could it be that he is no more, that you are no more? No more phone calls, no more visits. No more Bennet to be with. Where are you, […]
After having written about the unique beauty of the place I moved into a few months ago, I thought an update was in order. It seems the place comes with people. I knew they’d be here. Now, I may be one of the rare individuals who would rather live with others as opposed to living […]