“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.”
-Anne Morrow Lindbergh
As she walked toward the beach, the wind seemed to tease her. It tasseled her long, black hair and shook her loose clothes. The sand blew under her feet, slipping away, constantly moving like the raging sea not too far ahead. The animals scuttled in the other direction leaving her alone. Even the entrenched rocks seemed to go with them. She walked toward the bubbling and foaming sea, full of courage and confidence. She sat on the wet sand, near the angry sea, concentrating, thinking, as the sea waters went up to her chest. She was still rooted to her ground, as the sea unleashed its fury. Even then, she was able to stand her ground, unlike the others, who might have been bigger than her. As the sea became subtle and calm, all the animals and the rocks came back, as if the storm never happened.