It was a day of studying the sun and where it fell—and didn’t; a day of birdsong and squirrelfeet and goatcropping of grass beyond the fence. A day of slow moving, deep centering, light gathering.
My very favorite sort.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh