Working on ideas/stories/projects after a 2 week vacation where I was able to decompress from the last month of feverish activity. There is much work to be done (and it is being done) but while I work and before more updates or newsy items, I’d like to re-post a subtle story about what surfing might be “inherently.” Consider it as the background music that swirls in an elevator, keeps the beat while a runner pounds asphalt, or that pulses through the earbuds of a writer as she furiously scribbles.
A little ambience, if you will.
We find ours desires, our fears, our journeys reflected back to us while immersed in the ocean and even these change as our selves shift through experiences. We share the ocean as we share life or reality, but each of us is in a state of flux, each ripple or wave (like individuals) is unique and shifts even as it rolls towards its cessation upon land.
The ocean is a place where we greet a unity that is infinite in its expression. It is here we see the complexity of life and living expressed exactly as it is: in waves unfolding endlessly and uniquely. What we bring to the sea, our meanings, interpretations, narratives; these are not found within the dance of the sea inherently, these are rather the exuberances of meaning-making-beings TO WHOM THE SEA SEEMS …
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