You know that a book is a good one when it transcends through time. I have been reading Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. It was written in 1955 but her words are still important for today. I have been blessed by those words.
Every relationship seems simple at its start… It is free of ties or claims, unburdened by responsibilities by worry about the future or debts to the past. And then how swiftly, how inevitably the perfect union is invaded, the relationship changes, it becomes complicated, encumbered by its contact with the world. (pg. 57-58)
I believe that true identity is found, as Ekhart once said, by “going into one’s own ground and knowing oneself.” (pg. 60)
It is not the deserted island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the people you love. It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. (pg. 38)