“But I don’t know where I’m going,” I say, patting the imaginary blindfold over my eyes. I swear I can almost feel the fabric there, covering my sight. “Oh, but yes you do!” he says, strands of his hair flapping in the wind. “You see the ocean before you, you hear the call of the …
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The Ocean’s Invitation
The place of love. It’s the secret place where you just are, and it’s enough. It’s the place inside where you know and you are known, and if you learn to abide there, you can’t be thrown by anxieties that toss themselves up in front of you like the waves of an ocean. I really …
Denica McCall 