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 permanence, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life is in love, is growth, in fluidity – in freedom in the sense that dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. the only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping even. security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. ~anne morrow lindbergh (gift from the sea)
