earth bliss

5/2/09

Went for another surf again today. The waves were phenomenal and it was another bright sunny day. Caught a few nice rides, so I was pretty stoked. We are definitely going back out for a early morning session tomorrow before we leave for Togiak. Mike bought a .22 Remington today. I am laughing at him right now as he is so frustrated because he took it apart and is having a hard time putting it back together. I am in an annoying kind of mood-the kind where Whit poked Gabes over and over with a pencil in the middle of a church service.  Today started out being a hard day, and is ending up wonderfully. It is amazing how going outside clears my mind of all negativity. It is my healing source, and I wish  I would take more advantage of it. I am on the right path now, so that’s good at least. A harbor seal paid me a visit during the sesh. I caught a glimpse of his white head out of the corner of my eye right after I got caught inside and was battling my way back out. I was so exhausted and about to give up when he looked at me with his dark eyes,  giving me that extra motivation I needed to keep my arms paddling away. 

I am reading a wonderful book right now called “Touch the Earth”. It is a compilation of quotes, passages, and narratives of Native Americans from various  tribes and times. I only read one page a night, trying to make the wisdom of these words last. One song in particular has struck a deep note within me, and is constantly in my head. I recall it in moments like surfing, fishing, and being out on the water in general, so pretty much all the time. It embodies how I feel about things in this stage of my life, describing my views better than any words I can come up with. It was written by an Eskimo woman shaman.

“The great sea

Has sent me adrift

It moves me

As the weed in a great river

Earth and the great weather

Move me

Have carried me away

And move my inward parts with joy.”

motorcycle madness

5/1/09

Went surfing again today.  Don’t feel like writing much tonight but suffice it to say it was a gorgeous sunny day, and both Mike and I needed “therapy”. We got home feeling much better. I feel like I am cheating by putting journal entries from previous trips into this blog, but I am pooped right now and I don’t  really feel to motivated to get too cerebral. So, here is a little passage from my motorcycle adventure from southern Mexico to Utah. I had just left Zion National Park in the early morning, temps were in the lower 30s, and the “rosy-fingered-dawn” seemed to blend right into the monolithic red cliffs lining the highway. I was a bit high that day- high on life, independence, loneliness, and all the testosterony juices flowin through my veins that only a straddled motorcycle can induce. 

“Here I sit, a modern day warrior on my modern day steed. The wind rushes past; stinging, piercing, finding every crack. Inhaling sharply, leaning into the cold, I yell my warrior cry. I am free, unleashing all inside-embracing who I have become, embracing who I want to be. Staring into the distance, I wonder what’s to come, who I’ll meet, where I’ll find myself when I am done. Can’t stop now-I’ve started my journey of transformation-there’s no going back. Its just me and a pair of handlebars. My head clear, my mind unclogged, my thoughts come and go as fast as the million white streaks whizzing by.  I am who I am, and I am not ashamed-no one can touch that! And this journey continues long after the kickstand is down; it continues on past the day my engine no longer fires in the cold morning sun, and still beyond into that other realm so often brushed on those hair-pin turns and close-call swerves. A new adventure to celebrate; solo; riding the wind. Ayeeeeeeee!”