The Complete Stories ~ David Malouf
There it was, in clear and exquisite language, the reasons I've been rereading a handful of "old friends". The most recent, Anne Morrow Lindbergh's classic, Gift from the Sea. I first read it in the 70's, when floundering in the aftermath of a painful divorce, I read every book I could get my hands on that might offer insight, respite from the confusion and self-doubts I struggled with. It helped significantly then and I have revisited it every decade since - "chasing up", checking in.
Gift is a collection of meditative essays, written while Lindbergh was taking a quiet, solitary retreat from her hectic life as mother of five, wife of aviator Charles Lindbergh, writer and aviator in her own right. Using shells she collected from the beach as impetus for her reflections and as metaphors for the various stages of a woman's life, she created a slim volume that has touched and inspired generations of women. That touched and inspired me yet again as I reread it this past week.
Has the book held up, changed? Certainly, it is dated in some ways - originally published in l955, many of the challenges Lindbergh addresses are those of home bound women. (In a postscript that she wrote in l975 and included in the 50th anniversary edition of the book, she gracefully and gratefully acknowledges the impact of the Women's Movement.) However, while much of the context may be different, the issues she raised remain pertinent - the need for solitude (for men as well as women?!) in order to regain a sense of serenity and balance, the need to know oneself if we are ever to know another, the acceptance of the natural ebb and flow of life in general and relationship in particular, the value and impact of lessons learned from the simplicity of nature, the joy of creating. And the writing itself holds up beautifully, as peaceful, tranquil and serene as the quiet beach that inspired her.
And have I changed? Did I get a little shock of affection for the younger woman who first was touched by her musings? Perhaps this is the greatest gift - to be able to look back and see that her words resonate more today than then. That I am more comfortable in my own skin. That I do take regular breaks of solitude. That I am creating, able to say I am creative. That for the most part, I am at peace with the ebb and flow of life. That the young woman who first was touched by her musings was smart enough, has worked hard enough to more fully understand and appreciate the wisdom she imparted almost 60 years ago.
And smart enough to plan to read it again.