Showing posts with label Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Show all posts

Sunday, April 15, 2012

A Reading from "A Gift from the Sea," by Anne Morrow Lindbergh


“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility.  It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet, this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the serenity of the winged life, of ebb and flow, of intermittency.”



Wednesday, May 12, 2010

On Relationships and how they Touch








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A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built on some of the same rules. The partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate, but gay and swift and free, like a country dance of the Mozart’s. To touch heavily would be to arrest the pattern and freeze the movement, to check the endlessly changing beauty of its unfolding. There is no place here for the possessive clutch, the clinging arm, the heavy hand; only the barest touch in passing. Now, arm in arm, now face to face, now back to back—it does not matter which. Because they know they are partners moving to the same rhythm, creating a pattern together, and being invisibly nourished by it. They joy of such a pattern is not only the joy of creation or the joy of participation, but it is also the joy of living in the moment. Lightness of touch and living in the moment are intertwined.

--Anne Morrow Lindbergh