Today I invoked the Mother and it WORKED. Well, it kind of worked. Today was day six of my 21-day surfing streak to fierce, power-charging, warrior goddess-ness. And I was scared. Of tiny waves. So far I have made it to the outside every day of my challenge, but today the waves were a tiny …
I am trying to look at this old sport of my lifelong soul’s quest as a new sport that I have never done before because it is depressing to have been doing something for decades that you’re still not very good at. Actually, I am pretty good, on little waves. I just don’t like waves …
Learning how to surf, again, I mean REALLY learning how to surf reminds of a common thread that has run through me and my pursuits for my whole life. Fear blocking my way. It’s kind of like when I wanted to learn how to do a back handspring for pretty much my entire life until …
Not this guy. That wave. Ok, not that PARTICULAR wave, but all waves. Surfing was my first love. It informed many of my earliest fate-making decisions, like going to college in Hawaii, one of the best decisions EVER. In fact, surfing has never led me astray. It has only brought me to epic locations and …