The Morning Reading: "The inner churning that moves you forward"

from "Security," a story in Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout:

And then as the plane climbed higher and Olive saw spread out below the fields of bright and tender green in this morning sun, farther out from the coastlines, the ocean shiny and almost flat, tiny white wakes behind a few lobster boats - then Olive felt something she had not expected to feel again: a sudden surging greediness for life. She leaned forward, peering out the window: sweet pale clouds, the sky as blue as your hat, the new green of the fields, the broad expanse of water - seen from up here it all appeared wondrous, amazing. She remembered what hope was, and this was it. The inner churning that moves you forward, plows you through life the way the boats below plowed the shiny water, the way the plane was plowing forward to a place new, and where she was needed.

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