Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Just breathe

There's something so inexplicably peaceful about surfing. It's in the sense of being so absolutely finite, so very, very small. The feeling of tons of water rushing over your body when you duck under a wave. It's in the taste of salt. Its when the sea drips from your hair onto your shoulders as you wait for the next wave.  

And there's this magical moment, once you've struggled past the breakers, when you get out to the open, flat ocean. The water slaps the bottom of your board and you can wiggle your toes in the seaweed floating by. One of my favorite things in the world to do is get out there, past the waves, out into the calm ocean, and just lay on the board. Stretched out on the board, eyes closed, rocking with the gentle swells....nothing else in the world matters. You just breathe and smell the sea. You just are. 

More than anything right now, I want to be back in SD and just float out there on the ocean. And just breathe. 

1 comment:

  1. Oh my surfer girl. You have your mother's beach love in your veins. What am I doing on a high Spanish plateau? Let's rendezvous in HB!