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“Somehow I can't believe that there are any heights that can't be scaled by a man who knows the secrets of making dreams come true. This special secret, it seems to me, can be summarized in four Cs. They are curiosity, confidence, courage, and constancy, and the greatest of all is confidence. When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way, implicitly and unquestionable.”
― Walt Disney

tags: confidence, constancy, courage, curiosity, dreams, inspirational

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#2

“In each life, there come moments that feel as though they are a seashell from centuries ago caught and preserved in stone. All that is beautiful is there in full detail. And we are allowed to marvel as though time isn’t slipping away from us, as though it will always be here, in our hands.
That’s how Helen felt as she cradled the newborn in her arms and looked down at his tiny sleeping face.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: awe, baby, beauty, marvel, moments, newborn, precious, seashell, time, treasure

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#3

“She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, the exquisite little heartbeat radiating through her touch. Helen smiled, realizing she had found in this soft bundle something strong—unconquerable, even.

Something greater than any obstacle they might face as they made their way through the dark night. It was his soul, the unspoken words inside him that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her, but oh, they were there.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: baby, gentle, heartbeat, motherhood, newborn, obstacles, strength, unconquerable, unspoken, words

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#4

“There are places in this world often believed to be empty, such as old homes or the sea, but the people who believe this are wrong. It is precisely because of what fills these places right up to the brim that we are drawn to them, and it’s for these very same reasons that we fear them.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: drawn, earth, fear, homes, ocean, places, reasons, ruins, sea, world

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#5

“Making a home, she realized immediately, was much more than having the dust cleared and the lawn trimmed. For years—decades, even—she and her brothers had taken for granted the way their mother tucked extra blankets around them on nights that turned especially cold or how their father set down his tools and bent over to look them in the eyes when they spoke. Or better yet, handed them a tool and let them work alongside him. As children, they had been oblivious to all their parents did—perfectly, contentedly oblivious.
But she wasn’t anymore. She felt it all. Like a forehead kiss when thought to be sleeping, the love was there whether noticed or not. All give, no take. However, the thing about abundant love is that it needs somewhere to go.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: abundant, child, daughter, father, give, home, love, mother, motherhood, parents

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#6

“How many times, since she was just a child, had her and Mum hung clothes together here as Mum told her stories? Some real, some pretend, some Helen couldn’t quite tell the difference between. For decades Mum insisted that as a child a true mermaid had been her friend. The mergirl had gotten injured by a fallen rock near Mum’s home, and she claimed to have helped the creature back to health. When Helen was small she accepted the tale as truth, but when she grew and dropped her belief in other fairy tales Mum would insist this was different.
“Her tail felt smooth when I would slide my fingers down it, but the scales were sharp if I slid my palm up. I don’t have to pretend it’s true or convince you. I held magic in my hands. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I realized I had.”
“But there’s no such thing as mermaids and magic,” Helen had refuted once.
Mum had lowered herself to meet Helen’s eyes. “Oh, there’s magic in this world. Do you think that just because you can explain something that makes it not magic anymore? How a wildflower grows is magic. The first snow of winter? Absolutely. Stand on any theater’s stage and you can’t deny it’s there. Sit on any shore and you’ll always feel it.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: belief, magic, magical, magical-realism, mermaids, mother, mystical, nature, real, reality

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#7

“At last they came to a hill and abandoned their bikes at the bottom. As they crested the knoll, Helen felt as though they were creeping upon some great secret and on the other side they’d find a giant sleeping or a black X with three shovels beside it. What they found was magic by a different name. Planes buzzed on runways like bees in a jar, and when one took off, a roar filled the air. As it lifted away from the earth, a breeze swept over their hilltop, and it left Helen wondering if they had been touched by the magic or if it was truly only a breeze.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: airplanes, childhood, children, discovery, magic, magical, planes, real, runway, siblings

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#8

“Helen looked around the room as though if he just looked too, he would see it. Would see the memories that she faced in every corner. She wanted to explain, but instead, her mind darted to the last time she had visited home, the Christmas before when she and her parents had only given gifts to fill the bomb shelter. The bleakness of war had penetrated their house that night, the depressing presents and rationed food nothing compared to the vacant seats around the table. The quietness had choked them. Now its fingers curled only around her throat.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: bombs, death, dying, grief, grief-and-loss, holidays, rations, shelter, soldiers, war

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#9

“Helen stayed on that wood floor, her knees curled toward her chest, as though she could hold herself together that way when everything inside felt like it was exploding. How she hated these episodes. The first time one had happened to her so many years ago, she had thought it was a heart attack, but now she knew all too well the sensation of her organs rebelling. It forced her body to shake furiously against her will. Hot tears coursed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t seem to produce a single positive thought to counter her panic. That was my only chance! What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?

How long she lay there, she did not know. When Helen finally came back to her senses enough to notice the world around her, she saw that the light through the window had shifted to a sunset glow.

Breathe. Just breathe, she commanded herself. It was then that her gaze caught on a rectangle of cream paper stuck under the kitchen drawers. How had she missed it? She knew she had swept thoroughly.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: anxiety, anxious, breath, fear, hope, hopeless, overwhelmed, panic, panic-attack, terror

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#10

“Now through her aching, Helen felt a flicker of peace as though Mum was there, placing a hand on Helen’s shoulder and saying, “Come now. The world is always a brighter place on a full stomach. Help me—it will go faster that way.” In the stillness of the kitchen they used to work, Helen’s light hair and Mum’s dark bent over the bowl. Mum would not prod or fill the silence with chatter, but used the recipe to call Helen back to herself. She would pop a currant into her daughter’s mouth, or gently instruct her to smell the cinnamon, and for Helen, the world would come into focus.”
― Corinne Beenfield

tags: anxiety, calm, calmness, cooking, daughter, food, mother, motherhood, panic-attack, senses

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#11

“The port teemed with children. Helen had been rushing, the will carefully tucked in the crook of her arm, when she turned the corner and the sight of their little faces stopped her in her tracks. They were a ragged little crowd, their hair in disarray from the night spent sleeping on their siblings’ shoulders, but Helen thought they were beautiful. Notes pinned to their coats declared their names, and every hand held something, whether an adult-sized suitcase or the grip of a sibling. It was the brothers and sisters who broke Helen’s heart the most. For all the bickering they likely once did, they now clung to each other as a soul does to a body. Don’t separate us, their small faces begged, necks craned to look up at the clusters of adults watching them. Wherever we must go, just let it be together.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: children, families, foster-children, love, separation, separation-of-families, siblings, world-war-2, world-war-ii, world-war-two

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#12

“When she was certain he must be fully immersed in the throng of people, she too stepped forward. On all sides, little bodies bopped into her, thin limbs attempting to carry luggage much too big for them. She loved the children’s sounds, the way the girl’s voices were high and sweet as a harp song, the ruckus of some of the boys like an occasional clash of symbols or roll of a drum. It was a symphony at its finest.”
― Corinne Beenfield

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#13

“How apart she felt, how apart she had felt for years, and she wished it was a feeling she could get used to. But it wasn’t. One by one, everyone else her age had married and had children, yet for her, the years of her twenties had slipped away, waving at her like hands from a leaving train. As they all moved on, she was left standing on the platform, absolutely alone, surrounded only by the smoke that stung her eyes and throat.
It was no different now.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: abandoned, aging, left-behind, loneliness, lonely, marriage, motherhood, single-life, singleness, waiting

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#14

“Others, however, would look over the children as if they were produce. They’d only speak to the nearest officer, never lowering their eyes to the young ones. Instead, they looked down their noses as though to distance themselves. “I’ll take these,” Helen would see them mouth, waving a finger above the small heads. It was a moment the children would have branded on their minds, Helen was sure of it, and the pain of it turned her stomach to lead.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child-evacuation, children, evacuation, foster-children, judging-others, refugees, trauma, world-war-2, world-war-ii, ww2

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#15

“Sitting down on a crate, Helen felt them, felt the vibrancy they had left behind like twilight after the sun is gone. She tried to picture their faces, their voices, but the details already blurred. They were slipping away from her, for they were never hers to keep. Turning her eyes to the ocean, Helen thought of all those boatloads of children on the water, needing somewhere warm and safe, and yet the ocean hadn’t listened to her plea. Everything she’d asked the universe had been ignored, snubbed. As she watched the waves, she tried to find peace in their steady heartbeat, but none came. The only thing she felt was betrayed.
Betrayed and so utterly lonely.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: betrayal, children, evacuation, foster-parents, ignored, lonely, refugees, single-life, world-war-two, ww2

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#16

“There, with bare feet and drenched brown hair, crouched a child. Upon hearing Helen, the little one looked up until Helen peered into the eyes of a tiny girl. She seemed to wear only an enormous men’s sweater, with no identifying tag pinned to the front. Her knees were pulled up inside of it, thin pale ankles peeking out from underneath. The wool shirt alone was dry, as the rest of the girl’s head, hands, and feet were as wet as if she’d just been pulled from drowning. Tiny rivers flowed off her hair and pooled on the wool sweater, leaving it dark in splotches. Water droplets glistened on her skin, not running off, as though they couldn’t quite bear to leave her.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, evacuation, found, magic, mermaid, ocean, refugees, sea, wet, world-war-2

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#17

“She peered at the small girl and though it seemed the child wasn’t listening, her grip on Helen loosened, leaving her feeling like a balloon about to soar away, frantic not to be lost into the open sky.
Helen pinched her eyes shut as pain washed over her, tightening her body.
It was different from other pain she had known. This time, she had a living, breathing someone to fight for, someone waiting on the other side of that agony.
Opening her eyes, Helen set her jaw. A child, by their very existence, doesn’t come into a woman’s life without pain. It takes effort.
Her fingers squeezed the small girl’s and the child’s chin lifted until their eyes met.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, children, effort, evacuation, family, foster-child, mother, motherhood, refugee, world-war-2

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#18

“She scanned the mess on the floor where several of the book’s pages were bent, and the glass of the frame had a single crack etched across it.

Bending over, Helen picked up the picture. Through shades of black and white, her mother radiated up at her. When The Wizard of Oz had come out with color, everyone had been amazed, Helen included. But after the film, while the others talked about the munchkins’ hair and Emerald City and Glinda’s dress, Helen realized that the color made you see things. Black and white made you see souls.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: art, black-and-white-photo, colors, history, mother, photography, photos, pictures, souls

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#19

“Though the cottage was quiet, Helen sensed the change before she was even fully awake. It was like standing in a clearing and knowing that a deer was there just behind you, though you couldn’t see it.

She wasn’t alone anymore.

There was something alive—something both wild and peaceful—close by, and her soul knew it before even her mind remembered.

Then Helen felt the girl stirring next to her and the young woman opened her eyes as dawn’s light whispered through the curtains. She’d only fallen asleep an hour or two before.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: alive, child, hope, morning, peaceful, together, waking-up, wholeness, wild

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#20

“The child shifted and stretched, then at last her eyelids fluttered open. She had kicked off the blanket in the night and Helen felt a small smile come as she looked at the girl, buried in the nightgown that was three times too big.

“Look at you.” Helen let the smile spread a bit. “You’re like a person, but smaller.” She remembered how her brother Paul would tell her the same thing as he leaned against her head. Then Will would chime in as though to stick up for her, saying you had to hand it to short people—because they generally couldn’t reach “it” themselves.

How strange, it seemed in that moment, that all their stories started here, that they’d had years of teasing and banter and laughter, then had grown and life took them to where they were now. All that laughter was gone.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: alone, brothers, child, grief, home, laughter, remembering, siblings, small, teasing

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#21

“For a moment, Stuart and Helen stood silent, just watching Lyric darting in and out of the white-fringed brine. Helen wondered if perhaps the child was smiling, maybe just a tiny bit, but her back was to them and it was difficult to get a glimpse of her face. But this Helen knew—the only times this strange, quiet child seemed to find any shard of peace was when she was close to water. The waves seemed thrilled to see her, and together they reared up like wild horses greeting each other before the waves crashed down on the stony shore with their hooves. When smaller waves came, the girl closed her eyes and slowly let her arms sway from side to side, as though listening to some music that the others could not hear. It made Helen’s ears prick up and strain, but it was lost to her.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, comfort, ocean, peace, play, sea, shore, waves

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#22

“Walking down the shore, he approached the child. She turned and looked at him as though surprised he was still there. Taking a step forward, the sole of his shoes getting wet, Stuart crouched to be on her level. Helen couldn’t hear what he said, but he gestured once toward her, and the girl looked up at Helen as he talked. He tried to rest a hand on her shoulder, but Lyric cringed away with her whole body, even taking a step away. Stuart retracted his hand, and from the porch, Helen could see the hurt in his eyes. With that, he tilted his head toward the sea, and the girl didn’t hesitate to run back to the shallow waves.

When he turned, his gaze caught with Helen’s, but both looked away quickly. Too quickly. Helen felt heat creep up her neck as he walked around the side of the house and away.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: attraction, child, comfort, good-men, kindness, ocean, peace, sea

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#23

“She had thought it would be easy from there. It wasn’t. It was simple, but not easy. There was joy, but terror, too, as though stepping back from a ship’s helm and letting the journey go. It sounded romantic enough until being dashed to pieces against the rocks. It was the loveliest tiny moments that would drench Helen in happiness, like when Lyric was nestled in the crook of her arm, resisting falling asleep. Helen had brushed a finger down the child’s nose. Her drowsy eyes had fluttered yet followed Helen’s finger, going cross-eyed just as Helen reached the nose tip. For a moment, the joy and love saturated everything.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, foster-care, foster-child, foster-parent, joy, love, moments-of-life, motherhood, terror

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#24

“And sometimes, if she was brave enough, she would turn to the memories of little James. Not the end, but the days before. When she would slide her pinky into his open palm and his tiny fingers would close tight around it. He would peer around the room with his brand-new eyes, and Helen thought that perhaps after the womb, this dark, tight space probably seemed about right. He was wonderfully oblivious to the danger they were in. She became his protector, and for those days, that was all she was. It changed everything. It changed her. And somehow, he in turn protected Helen. He was the sun that couldn’t reach them—he broke away the darkness. As she thought of him, of those red curls and blue eyes, Helen found herself feeling the warmth from him, even though he was gone.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: baby, child, grief, guardian, hope, loss, love, newborn, protector, remembering

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#25

“The sky was clear and the beat of the waves was almost hypnotic as Helen hung clothes on the line, watching Lyric through the flutters of dresses and blouses. In the child’s outfit of purple, she stood out against the churning waves. Each day, Lyric played in the ocean as if it was her first and last. As though she’d never seen water before, or as though tomorrow it would die and be gone. Its wonder never wore on her and Helen marveled at that, at how many things in this world would leave us utterly astounded if we weren’t so terribly used to them. Fire. Soap. Flavor in food. Though Lyric hadn’t smiled since that first day in the waves, Helen could see the child’s awe whenever she was shown something new. Her eyes would widen, and she’d give a quick gasp. Without a word, the girl had shown Helen how everything was a miracle, everything was sacred.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: awe, child, discovery, firsts, joy, miracle, ocean, sacred, waves, wonder

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#26

“The danger was not gone—Helen knew that. Each day spent together, the existence of this tiny charge was in her hands. It suddenly seemed the most perplexing fact of life—it was up to flawed, bruised, broken adults to bring up angels. Helen wanted to offer the child a place of safety, but no matter where Lyric went, that could not be found. Not for sure. If she stayed, they would each risk hurt, loss, and suffering.
But it was no more than anyone else could offer.
Helen realized, as she brushed a strand from the girl’s face and tucked it behind her small ear, that if she didn’t take that risk, she could be risking even more. For both of them.
Lyric blinked, yet the look in her eyes never left. Helen closed her own eyes and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the child’s forehead.
I will fail. She knew. I will fail you thousands of times more. But if we stay together, I will spend every day we have doing all I can to keep you from losing that look in your eyes. She nodded slowly to herself, to the unspoken words inside her. When you see me, I hope you always see a home.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, failure, family, foster-care, foster-child, foster-parents, home, risks, safety, together

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#27

“She had never seen him in pain before, not the soul kind. Yet he was now, and the longer he seemed left to his thoughts, the more it drenched him. Helen felt as if she didn’t know how to reach him, just knew she must try.

Her hand trembled as she raised it, and lowered it on top of his. It was not a careless touch—are they ever? But first touches hold an energy of their own, and Helen felt it surging from her. Giving, she hoped, some relief. Giving and not taking. That’s what she told herself. But when he pulled his hand back from under hers, she knew it hadn’t all been a gift. She had wanted something in return.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: attraction, comfort, firsts, giving, grief, hand, hold-hands, pain, reaching-out, touch

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#28

“At last Stuart looked away from Helen and back to the piano as he picked up on Helen’s cue. In the Mood filled the small living room the way fragrance fills a garden after rain. Helen felt almost tipsy, perhaps from the music or the look Stuart had given her, or because people so rarely dance without being tipsy. Lyric bounced on Helen’s hip, the girl’s thin legs bopping against Helen’s body. Then as Helen swung and spun the child over the rug, the most remarkable thing happened.

It started like a freshly sprung leak, then the moment before it came, Helen saw it in Lyric’s eyes. The leak busted, a water main of laughter bursting and arching into the room.

Lyric’s laugh was the most beautiful sound Helen had ever heard. Her first thought was that Mum had been right—there is magic on this earth, and at last Helen had found it, hiding, inside this little girl. To Helen, it felt as though she'd spent so many days in the cold of winter, and was now hearing the birds return.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: child, dancing, hope, joy, laughter, love, magic, music, piano, tipsy

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#29

“Out there in the chrysanthemum light, the day was at its best. The sun was setting later and later, leaving behind a strange way of making the time fade away and nearly disappear, as though night truly wouldn’t come.
Helen looked to the side at Stuart. He seemed different in this lighting, both stronger and softer than usual. Like salt, the time of day made everything he was more rich and intense. His eyes met hers and he turned, his full body facing her. With a single step, he was standing closer to her than he ever had before, the space between them nearly as small as the space between heartbeats.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: crush, evening, gentleness, longing, love, strength, sunset, twilight

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#30

“A flash flood had come into Helen’s life, careening down canyon walls. All that love couldn’t be trapped anymore—it had to find a path or it would destroy her. She knew now that the path didn’t lead to Stuart, but water, like love, is good at finding where it’s meant to be.”
― Corinne Beenfield, The Ocean's Daughter :

tags: desire, flood, love, meant-to-be, trapped, water

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