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Tag: Surf
Morning
It’s 6:16 am.
You’re up.
Body aching for more sleep. A long week.
Sun is rising in Kauai.
Winds at 8 mph from North-Northeast.
Passing Clouds.
Warm.
74° F.
You walk out of your room
onto the beach.
Your toes sink gently into the cool sand.
The surf is lapping at your feet.
You look out onto the horizon,
and find Blue.
Deep Blue
as far as your eyes can see.
And think,
Right here.
Right now.
I wish.
Image Credit: m_zel
Surfing on Iceberg with Penguins in Antarctica
A globetrotting surfer seeking to catch waves in the frigid seas of Antarctica instead encountered a welcoming committee of penguins. He didn’t catch a wave in the Antarctic waters, but he didn’t much care, calling his unforgettable penguin encounter “very special.”
It’s about being out there having an intimate relationship with nature. At the very first, they were afraid of me…but then, they came around and played with me. They were really nice, really nice…It has been unreal.
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Silence is addictive…
“Silence
It has a sound, a fullness.
It’s heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It’s ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It’s golden they say.
But no one tells us it’s addictive.”
~ Angela Long
Quote Source: creatingaquietmind). Image Source: crescentmoon06
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We took shelter at our friends’ (Bob & Hallie’s) home. Rather than jogging north as predicted, the hurricane moved South and we were directly in its path. That night, the winds and rains pounded away for hours. We moved into an interior room, the bathroom, to seek maximum protection. Six-week old Rachel was tucked safely away. Our baby girl slept soundly through the howling winds and rain. She slept through the crashing of a huge Oak tree which rattled the home and all the windows. Colicky Rachel slept better that terrifying night than she had on any night in the prior month. And then our dear sweet girl, proceeded to wail away for most of the 5 sweltering days which followed when we had no water or electricity. (I remember this clearly honey, yes I do. No revisionist history here. No Mme.)
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