Ode to Liz Gilbert, or Gimme some of that Big Magic

Patron Saint, kindred spirit, fellow brave soul looking for Big Magic, Liz Gilbert, I like you a whole lot.

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The Poetry of Being Held by the Ocean

For me, being near the ocean necessitates contemplation. Whether I find myself on a stormy shoreline, heart giddy at the sheer power of the crashing waves, hair whipping in the wind, or under the shade of a palm tree, watching as soft sand gives way to cyan water fading into cobalt that melts into endless … Continue reading The Poetry of Being Held by the Ocean