Anne Morrow Lindbergh was born 100 years ago today. I'm still a bit under the weather, so I'll just rerun my blog post from this day last year.
Today is the birthday of Anne Morrow Lindbergh. She led a fascinating life and died in 2001 at the age of 94. Today she would have been 99.
About every other summer, I pull out my battered little copy of Gift from the Sea. Although it's a very short book and I'm a ravenous reader, I never rip through it in one sitting. It usually takes me a week of sunny summer afternoons and a dozen frosty glasses of minted iced tea to get through it. I pluck a sprig of fresh lavendar for a bookmark (it's also good for sniffing and twiddling as I alternately read and daydream), then I settle into my favorite chair on the patio and whisper the book to myself, allowing Anne's wise words to wash over me like warm, gentle waves caressing a seashore.
Could you use a mini vacation right about now? Dig up a copy of Gift From the Sea, then fill a tall glass with some wonderful icy drink and indulge in a little summer dreaming.
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3 comments:
Are you feeling better!
I prefer the mind boggling concepts of philosophy books. My dad says reading them is like thinking about things but not actually doing them. HA!
nice blog.
Many thanks, Allister. I'm glad you stopped by.
Janice, I don't know if I'm feeling a little better or just getting used to being sick. ;-) But thanks for asking
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