"Forecasters say minor to moderate coastal flooding is possible from a slow-moving nor'easter that's bringing periods of wind-driven heavy rain to New Jersey" / that nor-easter brought wind-driven rain along with a flood of family, friends, lovely words, vows, stories, food, champagne, dancing, songs, smiles, tears, laughter, hugs, hope / New Jersey, October 2013
When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity -- in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits -- islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.
~ an excerpt from Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh via Mitza