Bravely On The Way Journal
An excerpt from the opening essay:
“I knew the pull of the deep—had place-shared in proximity of darkness for years, watching trouble make landfall wave by wave.
But on this bright morning, a few weeks before my 48th birthday, I felt in my own body the pull of the undertow for the first time. It scared me-–this external force, so different than the buoyant spirit I’d lived in nearly all my life.”
An excerpt from the opening essay:
“I knew the pull of the deep—had place-shared in proximity of darkness for years, watching trouble make landfall wave by wave.
But on this bright morning, a few weeks before my 48th birthday, I felt in my own body the pull of the undertow for the first time. It scared me-–this external force, so different than the buoyant spirit I’d lived in nearly all my life.”
An excerpt from the opening essay:
“I knew the pull of the deep—had place-shared in proximity of darkness for years, watching trouble make landfall wave by wave.
But on this bright morning, a few weeks before my 48th birthday, I felt in my own body the pull of the undertow for the first time. It scared me-–this external force, so different than the buoyant spirit I’d lived in nearly all my life.”