A little smallness.
February 22, 2009
Before we sleep we go out again into the night. We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.
This is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy–even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.
Excerpt from Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
It is good to feel small sometimes.
XO, me
P.S. Read it. I know you’ll like it.
You’ve convinced me to read this book for Lent. Thanks Gege!
Ooooh! You’ll love it. Her analogies of the sea are lovely and pretty applicable.
I stumbled across this just as I posted an almost an identical post. Well said, Sir.
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Nicely done. AML is a great lyricist.
Josh