“One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach — waiting for a gift from the sea.”

—  Anne Morrow Lindbergh , book Gift from the Sea

Gift from the Sea (1955)
Context: The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To dig for treasures shows not only impatience and greed, but lack of faith. Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach — waiting for a gift from the sea.

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