Fear It is said that before entering the sea -Kahlil Gibran
This sounds, at first, like such a forbidding statement. It speaks of closed doors, and finality. But I find this idea so comforting, because without it, we feel that we should at least try to go back to all the good people and situations that lived and happened in the past. We experience a kind of magical thinking: if only I protest loudly or compellingly enough about this change, about this farewell, if only I make the right call, if only I travel to the right destination, if only I perform the correct ablutions: then things can be as they once were. We know rationally that we can’t go back, but we feel as if, if only we worked at it hard enough, we could. And all this trying, and the futility of it, is so much more painful than the letting go itself. It also stops us from becoming the ocean. What do you think? What has your life experience been? Do you read these Kindred Letters regularly? Do you value quiet, depth and beauty? Would you enjoy your own copy of the Quiet Life Journal or the Bittersweet Practices and Reflections Journal (free for annual members, plus shipping; your choice as to which journal)? If so, please consider becoming a paid subscriber. We are a reader-supported publication and your support means a lot to us. (And, if you can’t afford this, please do not be deterred by finances, and simply ask us for a scholarship). © 2026 Susan Cain |