Watching a wave and a surfer connect is one of the most remarkable things I have ever witnessed. The connection happens the instant both the wave and surfer accept the other entirely. Regardless of the surfer’s skill level or the wave’s form- the moment vulnerability takes the reins is the moment the ride begins. The beauty grows from there.
They flow together effortlessly. One does not try to manipulate the other, they both simply work with whatever the other has to offer at the time. Thus, each party has the freedom to be purely and simply themselves. Themselves- separately, individually… yet in unison, side by side, hand in hand. The dance continues in this notion. The energy is tossed back and forth, from the wave to the surfer, surfer to the wave. The duo relies on each other for the experience of the “now.” What a profound type of sharing. Requiring both parts to release attachments, predictions, and “what ifs” in order to relish in the ultimate- living in the fulfilled enjoyment of ecstatic bliss, that place where nothing else exists.
I move my eyes like a type writer observing this phenomenon happening again and again. I suspect what I see is- the purest of love moving in the sea oh so naturally.