I love everything about it: the salt air, the rhythm of the waves, the diversity of people I meet. It keeps me present, grounded, and aligned with joy, connection, and God.

Surfing is a metaphor for life—always evolving, never perfect. It’s 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, dolphins, pelicans, soul-fueled friendships and big salty hugs.

Mother Ocean is home. She’s always waiting. Always welcoming.