Recently I had an opportunity to leave Thistle Cove Farm and drive to Thistle Cove Cottage.
The view from my cottage windows is almost as nice as the view from my farm house windows.
It’s not a “beachy” place; rather, it’s a place that envelopes, is cozy and peaceful and is the only place in my life where I don’t have to take care of animals. This isn’t meant as a complaint, merely a comment, but since Dave’s death, my life has been work, work, work and more work. It’s taken a lot out of me – physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually – to keep the farm going and I’m beginning to see the ragged edges of overwhelming exhaustion. Close friends tell me that same exhaustion made its appearance a long while ago but, in my stubbornness (or tenacity as I prefer to think) I’ve pushed it back in order to keep moving forward. I enjoy work but am beginning to think there’s more to life…lol!
If you’ve wished me these things, thank you and if you’ve prayed for me, thank you and God bless you for I’ve needed the prayer more than anything.
A few quotes from her book stand out and here I include two more…“The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.”
This is one reason I now live behind a locked gate and, probably, always will (safety being another reason). As I age (thank God for the gift of birthdays!) it takes harsh amounts of energy to be in the company of insincere people and it’s simply easier to avoid them. I lack the patience (if ever I had it) to suss the truth from the lies and would far rather use my energy toward things that bring happiness, joy, niceness, kindness to my life. Years past, I would come home and relate an incident to Dave and asked, “What was that all about?!” and he’d respond, “You just don’t get it, Jeremiah (his pet name for me), and you never will. Even so, you may thank God for it.” I didn’t/don’t understand the masks and so have taken the easy road by removing myself from the company of most, especially those with masks.
“I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.” Being without Dave isn’t as good as being with Dave but I’ve learned…am learning…again, to cherish the richness, the fullness, the sheer life God has given me and am busy fulfilling the expectation for me to continue to live. (Yes, I am a slow learner but, eventually, I do learn -smile-.)
She writes, “Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.”
Ahhhh…solitude! Dave and I always gave each other the gift of solitude so when we came together it was all the sweeter. We never felt the need to be in each other’s pockets when we could simply be together by sharing the same house, car, farm, walk, plane, etc. We also never felt the need to chatter all the time; we could sit in companionable silence and enjoy each other’s company. On the other hand, we could talk for hours and never run out of things to say.
Gift From The Sea was an instant classic and remains so today. If you’ve never read it, please do yourself a favor, find the quiet time and give this gift to yourself.
I don’t get to my small Sanctuary nearly often enough but enjoy it when I’m there. When I walk through the door, the sense of comfort is physical and unconsciously my breathing becomes slower and deeper.
Thistle Cove Cottage is available for rent; if you’re interested, e-mail me or click here and scroll down for the calendar. Blog followers receive a discount because if you’ve been reading my blog, you deserve to share my Gift From The Sea. If you go, don’t forget to sign the Guest Book.
NOTE: I would so love to have this job for a year, here.
Blessings ~ Anne Morrow Lindburgh ~ Gift From The Sea ~ Scoraig, Scotland ~ Thistle Cove Cottage ~