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. ❤


“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.

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!