'A Gift From the Sea'I'd like to share an exerpt from Anne Morrow Lindburgh's book 'A Gift from the Sea'.
"..........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 the 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 treasure 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.
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