Friday, April 28, 2006

words which accompanied a black bush on the balcony, under a suburban sky thankfully stitched with stars.

"The solution for me, surely, is neither in total renunciation of the world, nor in total acceptance of it. I must find a balance somewhere, or an alternating rhythm, between these two extremes; a swinging of the pendulum between solitude and communion, between retreat and return. In my periods of retreat, perhaps I can learn something to carry back into my worldly life. I can at least practice for these two weeks the simplification of the outward life, as a beginning."

Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift From the Sea. New York: Signet Books, 1959.