"Moon shell, who named you? Some intuitive woman I like to think. I shall give you another name-island shell. I cannot live forever on my island. But I can take you back to my desk in Connecticut. You will sit there and fasten your single eye upon me. You will make me think, with your smooth circles winding inward to the tiny core, of the island I lived on for a few weekes. You will say to me "solitude." You will remind me that I must try to be alone for part of each year, even a week, or a few days; and for part of each day, even for an hour or a few minutes in order to keep my core, my center, my island quality. You will remind me that unless I keep the island quality intact somewhere within me, I will have little to give my husband, my children, my friends or the world at large. You will remind me that woman must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities; that she must be the pioneer in achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization."
What have you done lately to achieve solidarity in your life? How do you find your center core, like the center of a Moon Shell?
1 comment:
Hey, girl....check my blog out and you'll see what I've done (am doing) lately to get back to me. I'm calling it my 2008 Meinvent. I get to be on my own island while the hubby's at work, and plan to get a lot accomplished. I've listed my plan (loosely) and intend to be accountable to you and anyone else who reads--I even mentioned you in my blog, heh heh. :) Have a great one, sistah!
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