Patience, patience…


So here it is… 16 days since my last post.  Where does the time go?

I thought I would have so much time to write and read at the beach.  Alas, it was not to be.  We all decided that we need TWO weeks at the beach. lol.  Yes, pipe dreams it appears.  But I’ve given to wondering if the dreams isn’t what it’s all about.  Our dreams keep us moving forward, at least in heart.  And so I’ve moved on… From the beach, from vacation, from immediate goals.  I’ve come back to real life in all its extreme fullness, and it seems I must once again learn patience.

Timing is everything, as I KNOW you’ve heard me say …over and over.  Once school is settled in and a fall rhythm finds its way into my life, I’ll take another crack at it.  For now this update serves to say that I must be patient, but I do need to get back to blogging.

Patience is what the sea teaches.  My gift from the sea was the reminder that the rhythm of the waves mimics the rhythm of our lives.  Slowly, gently, to and fro, the tide rolls in and sneaks out again.

The highs and lows of life are part of the rhythm.  We need to learn to dance to it, at our own beat’s pace.  The high tide may seem daunting, but …patience!  Wait… Take a deep breath and be still.  Ah… there.  See? The tide has turned.  Exhale.

Find your rhythm.  March to your own beat.  Live.  Love.  Breathe.   …add your own verb here.  When you are ready to make your move, you’ll be able to so gracefully.

Patience. Tis a virtue. Have a wonderful weekend, my loves. ❤


The Beach


The Beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think. I should have remembered that from other years.  Too warm, too damp, too soft for any real mental discipline or sharp flights of spirit.  One never learns.  Hopefully, one carries down the faded straw bag, lumpy with books, clean paper, long over-due unanswered letters, freshly sharpened pencils, lists, and good intentions.  The books remain unread, the pencils break their points, and the pads rest smooth and unblemished as the cloudless sky. No reading, no writing, no thoughts even – at least not at first.

At first, the tired body takes over completely.  As on shipboard, one descends into a dock-chair apathy.  One is forced against one’s mind, against all tidy resolutions, back into the primeval rhythms of the sea-shore.  Rollers on the beach, wind in the pines, the slow flapping of herons across sand dunes, drown out the hectic rhythms of city and suburb, time tables and schedules. One falls under their spell, relaxes, stretches out prone.  One becomes, in fact, like the element on which one lies, flattened by the sea; bare, open, empty as the beach, erased by today’s tides of all yesterday’s scribblings.

And then, some morning in the second week, the mind wakes, comes to life again.  Not in a city sense – no – but beach-wise.  It begins to drift, to play, to turn over in gentle careless rolls like those lazy waves on the beach.  One never knows what chance treasures these easy unconscious rollers may toss up, on the smooth white sand of the conscious mind;  what perfectly rounded stone, what rare shell from the ocean floor.  Perhaps a channeled whelk, a moon shell, or even an argonaut.

But it must not be sought for or – heaven forbid!-dug for.  No, no dredging of the sea bottom here.  That would defeat one’s purpose.  The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.  To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith.  Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith.  One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.

From Gift From the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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“Gift From the Sea”


I began these pages for myself, in order to think out my own particular pattern of living, my own individual balance of life, work and human relationships.  And since I think best with a pencil in my hand, I started naturally to write.  I had the feeling, when the thoughts first clarified on paper, that my experience was very different from other people’s.  (Are we all under this illusion?)  My situation had, in certain ways, more freedom than that of most people, and in certain ways, much less.

Besides, I thought, not all women are searching for a new pattern of living, or want a contemplative corner of their own.  Many women are content with their lives as they are.  They manage amazingly well, far better than I, it seemed to me, looking at their lives from the outside.  With envy and admiration, I observed the porcelain perfection of their smoothly ticking days.  Perhaps they had no problems, or had found the answers long ago.  No, I decided, these discussions would have value and interest only for myself.

But as I went on writing and simultaneously talking with other women, young annd old, with different lives and experiences – those who supported themselves, those who wished careers, those who were hard-working housewives and mothers, and those with more ease – I found that my point of view was not unique.  In varying settings and under different forms, I discovered that many women, and men too, were grappling with essentially the same questions as I, and were hungry to discuss and argue and hammer out possible answers.  Even those whose lives had appeared to be ticking imperturbably under their smiling clock-faces were often trying like me, to evolve another rhythm with more creative pauses in it, more adjustment to their individual needs, and new and more alive relationships to themselves as well as others.

And so gradually, these chapters, fed by conversations, arguments and revelations from men and women of all groups, became more than my individual story, until I decided in the end to give them back to the people who had shared and stimulated many of these thoughts.  Here, then, with my warm feelings of gratitude and companionship for those working along the same lines, I return my gift from the sea.

I am at the beach for a week.  Yay. Freaking. Me.  It’s been fabulous and I haven’t even hit the beach yet.

The above is the introduction from the beautiful work, Gift From the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. I am reading this while I am at the beach.  I hope to find some insight.  It is so stunningly, beautifully, written.  It is absolutely awe inspiring, the way she weaves words.  Reading it in a hammock MUST be what she had in mind.

I’ll share more tomorrow.  Not sure it will be excerpts from the text every day but some of it may be.

Now off to the beach.. to find my gift from the sea.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh (born Anne Spencer Morrow; June 22, 1906 – February 7, 2001) was an American author, aviator, and the spouse of fellow aviator Charles Lindbergh. She was an acclaimed author whose books and articles spanned the genres of poetry to non-fiction, touching upon topics as diverse as youth and age; love and marriage; peace, solitude and contentment, as well as the role of women in the 20th century.

Friday already?


Wow.. Friday already!  Tons still to do at work and at home but that’s fine with me.  I do my best work under pressure.  Not sure why – it just IS.  I do not yet care to give up my title of reigning Queen of Procrastination.  I yam what I yam.  It may not always be fun but you can’t beat the adrenaline rush!

Yes – I mock and jest.  It’s just my way.  If you can’t beat’em – LAUGH AT ‘EM!  As long as you are aware that on many occasions you will be laughing at yourself.  And if you can’t laugh at yourself, WHO CAN?  Yes, of course I know the answer is everyone but that’s not the point.  What is the point?  HOW SHOULD I KNOW?  I’m just writing a blog!

I am grateful for those of you who read these little scraps of wording I throw online.  Sometimes I even read them myself. I KNOW RIGHT?  Actually today I am also grateful that I have kept this blog going, though sometimes sporadically, through the rocky times of the past few months. Truly not sure how I did it.  Surely I did take some time off to lick my wounds, but I’m back in full force so buckle your seat belts.  If you feel like it, peruse some of the past posts here.  There are some good ones.  Some ain’t so grand but we’ll keep that between us, deal?

Have a WONDERFUL WEEKEND!  I know I will.  Thanks again for your presence here.  You guys are da bomb.  (I always wanted to say  Happy Friday already!

xoxo, ~ D

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Can you hear it?


I feel like this is my theme music today!  Okay… all week!  Go Go GO GO GO!!!  Not saying I’m feeling like the Lone Ranger but there is a LOT on my plate.   We leave for vacation on Saturday and there is much to do.  I’ll be running constantly for the next two days.  Perhaps it’s more like three days because we are driving to the beach and then we have to unpack, make beds, get groceries, etc.

Let me rephrase:


Yes, there are a zillion things to do prior to leaving, but I am beyond GRATEFUL for the chance to get away and relax.  Stick my toes in the sand.  Sleep in the hammock with a book.  Eat fresh seafood.  Laugh with my family.  Play games.  Put together a jigsaw puzzle. Watch the sunrise.  Watch the sunset. Gaze at the stars  Sleep late.  Meditate. And just be.

I am grateful today for the vacation of a lifetime.  Every vacation is such whether we realize it or not.  Today is all we have.  We must make each day count.

If I had my choice of theme music today, it would be something that really gets me moving… which is this:

Yeah… it floats my boat.  I’m getting my gratitude in gear today.  I choose to be grateful.  Please, join me.  Have a great day everyone!

Early Bird


Yesterday morning it was raining.  I may have mentioned that.

As it is summer, it is possible and likely that I will run into a daughter or two before I leave for work.  Occasionally a husband may appear. Coffee is a magnet for some – it draws you out of bed.  This can delay the start of my trek to work, but it’s so worth it to spend some face time with those you with whom you live and love.

Yesterday as I chatted with Daughter #1, I noticed a hummingbird coming to the feeder in the window.  I also noticed the feeder was empty.  Though there was a good steady rain falling, I got the feeder and refilled it before I left for work.  If that sweet little bird that was so kind as to grace me with her joyous presence so early, the least I could do was have a decent snack for her.

Today I am an early bird.  I arrived at work in record time and, though there wasn’t a decent snack to be found, I am feeling productive.  Had a wonderful cup of coffee and my to do list awaits. Let’s do this!

Whether you are an early bird or a lazy bird today, be blessed this day.  Be grateful for the car that starts or the warm bed that kept you complacent this morning.  There is always much to be grateful for, if we only remember to notice it.



Rainy morning here.  I do love the rain. It seems to wash everything clean.

That’s my plan today – to let the rain wash away all the gunk caught inside my head.  (Charming mental picture, no?)  Not literal, physical gunk – but the ideas that keep floating around in my head – swimming by in my peripheral vision – taunting me to pretend I don’t see them.

I see them, but they matter not.  I can’t control everything, and the stark truth is that I don’t need to hold on to my illusion of control.   I let go of the baggage I’m carrying – my burdens are lightened.  Just breathe.  That’s all I need to do.  The thoughts can just float away and melt in the rain.  I have things to do.  I can no longer use random communiques from the recesses of my mind for my compass.

What is mine will come to me.  I just need to focus on preparing myself for the future.

Today I am grateful for the rain that clears my head.

Blessings to you on this fine Tuesday.