Yvonne A Jennings shared a link.
9 December 2018
Anne Morrow Lindburgh’s book “Gift from the Sea “ is a book that I have devoured, absorbed, re read, re read, cried over, sighed over and ached over. To have a refuge like she had to retreat to in order to make time stop still, to just be and let the real you emerge and evolve was always an unachievable dream during my farm and parenting years.
However, making do as one does on the land, I spent my life checking for the gifts in between the spaces of special times. My fingers tingled to capture and record these moments and attribute meaning and wisdom to the gifts I have found, but then returned to the kitchen sink or work computer.
Now I have my refuge is the Pelimobile, my muse comes and goes, life still gets in the way BUT I am moving in to the stream with a purpose, structure and will to create a daily discipline. 
Today I found a chalky, soft, carvable rock - I can see my grandson excitedly stroking, feeling, sensing and bringing the figure within out it just like Michelangelo did with the raw marble he discovered. 
A gift was also the distinct track in the sand of an old man goanna, tail and body print and if we had a volcanic eruption tomorrow a print of his clawed foot will be captured forever in the lava flow. That photo would become a postcard!
Check out this quote from Anne’s book that was reprinted by the author 50, yes, 50 years on from when she published it...” The Beach is not the place to work, ....to write or think...too warm, too damp, too soft for any real discipline or sharp flights of spirit....the tired body takes over....and descents into a deck chair apathy .....and then one day... the mind wakes....but it must not be sought for -or heaven forbid -dug for....patience, patience,....one must lie empty open .choiceless as a beach waiting for a gift from the sea....”
Finally my journey is taking shape....