Gift From The Sea
If there are writers I am always fond of quoting, two names come to mind, that of Mary Oliver and Ann Morrow Lindbergh. I have two book of poems by the former and a lovely little book called Gift From The Sea by the latter. They are those authors whose thoughts you would read time and again and every time you do, you find more reasons to smile.
“And then, some morning…. 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.” – Gift From The Sea