Surfing is where I come home to myself. I breathe deeper, my heart rate slows, and I am unshakably present. I love it all: the salt air, the rhythm of the waves, the diverse people I meet. Surfing grounds me in joy, connection, and source.
It’s a metaphor for life—always evolving, never perfect. Thrilling, frustrating, humbling. The tides remind me to surrender to the ebb and flow of my own nature.
When I need space, healing, or clarity, the ocean is always there—arms wide open, meeting me exactly where I am. Whether I bring tears, laughter, stillness, or fire, the water welcomes it all.
It’s deep breaths and full presence. The glide of the board, salt drying on my skin. Long floats on my back. Enjoying the dolphins, pelicans, and soul-fueled friendships, followed by big salty hugs.
Mother Ocean is home. Always waiting. Always welcoming.
