Something About The Sea…

Feels like home. 

The ocean, capable of tragedy and beauty; deep and shallow; dark and light; life and death and never do I feel more alive, humbled, protected, little, and powerful as when I’m slipping my toes into the sand whilst wading in her tides. The ocean is only place I know I can always go to feel infinite, majestic, blessed and healed. 
I know we’re made of stardust, but I for sure have sea foam and salt dancing through my blood, over my bones and in my soul.

Some of my favorites. When I lack the inspiration to write, I read…

Pablo Neruda, Land’s End. 

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