I love everything about surfing... the salt air, the rhythm of the waves crashing, the diversity of people I meet, the way in which it keeps me present, centered and aligned with joy, connection, and God. 

Surfing is a metaphor for life. Always striving to grow. I find it's a practice that never comes with perfection. Exciting. frustrating and often humbling, it's the rythym of the tides, the ebb and flow, that keeps me connected to my own human nature.

When I need space, when I need healing, when I'm at a breaking point, the ocean is always there... no judgement, arms wide open to whatever I happen to bring that day... tears, laughter, peace, anger. Surfing is deep breaths and total presence. The smooth feel of the water enveloping me, and the tightness of salt as it dries on my skin. It offers long floats out to sea laying on my back, dolphins and pelicans, friendships and big hugs!  

Salty hair, don't care! Mother Ocean is always waiting, welcoming me home.