LOVE how the locals deal with the heat, riptides and undisciplined churn of the ocean. Smiling thinking how this local, moi~, gets excited knowing it’s time to film the; mavericks of the water and with the wind kicking up definitely meant kite and wind surfers alike!
It’s always refreshing to escape to the ocean, get into the rhythm of the waves especially after a grueling work week. Managing time and energy with the dying and suffering taps one’s strength. Always desire to be present, to offer comfort, as implementation of my scope of practice can initially debilitate hope, causing pain does. Letting go is difficult, especially in regards to end of life. Families making choices they emotionally aren’t ready to face, patience is a must and assimilating in Nature my drug.
At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun
I understand the desire my dear friend has; sell everything and buy a sailboat. He has experience on the water from his youth, sailor and surfer, his heart hasn’t forgotten his first love. Makes me reflect my own childhood, hours spent alone in the woods, back then there was no fear, no talk of child abductions or any kind of slavery. Only later, way later in life were the hidden skeletons revealed.
Spent my childhood in New Jersey, do remember a time faced with the horrid reality of prejudicism. We resided in a prestigious area, and the list of famous people from there is nearly endless. However, even with all the appearances of health and wealth, a hidden disease process was looming.
Invited my neighbor to go swimming with me and the next day at school during gym, was not chosen to be on the bombardment team, (normally 1st choice) and later that week, excluded invitation to a birthday party.
Fourth grade was the year I grew up. It was the year I expressed disgust, anger and I suppose an indignant stance with my so called “white friends”, appalled as my parents attempted to explain what I was experiencing.
I was so thankful I had my dear friend Gina and deep down, even at this tender age was so thankful I wasn’t the one who caused her pain. From that day on I was determined to be her best friend ever, well at least her best white friend ever. Before that day I hadn’t even recognized her skin color, just knew she could run faster than me and had the whitest teeth! However this was the day I was embarrassed to be a Caucasian.
Yes, and THIS is when one learns to ride waves of change. If not, then they get beached within sorrow and shame and long for six feet under. Buried dreams, hope is snuffed out for the cross roads offered seemingly no familiar destination, yet those who walk on the waters are a different breed, they know the secret.
THIS is why I will forever love visiting the shore line. This is where you can see how its done, meet kindred souls, touch freedom, breathe in hope !
This is what I see with the surfers of the sea, they reinvent themselves, harness up, whatever it takes to walk on the waters! Observing with admiration capture away gleaning bits and pieces of their talent, their desires totally manifested. Yup they were conquering their fears, yes, they were living in the moment with abandoned JOY! They knew the secret and for a moment, I too witnessed and felt innocence revisited as he harnessed the wind.
One daily receives refreshing as we spend time blending thoughts, weeding out base judgments and face our fears. Love this abiding on our special reefs, and think wow, maybe one day soon launch on the high seas together: wing on wing. Until then will be content with these glimpses of heaven on earth.