The h2o is glistening. I could hardly notice its beauty through squinting eyelashes when the azure mist touches my mouth and also the gulls shout above me. As I paddle away on the mini keyboard, chock-full butterflies, I think the wind brush my sweep and face her maternal hands through my hair.

The salty Pacific swishes through cold forefoot and I imagine myself riding her waves back to shore.

I get ready. I know I are capable of doing it. I am what I believe. Paddle a paddle paddle. Arms of strength. Hey! Lift off! What a rush I think as I step shakily and also ride the trend to shore.

I try and capture more waves as the time go by. I fell. I am getting up. I fell. I am getting up. I get frustrated. I've a sore shoulder. This board feels a mighty bear gliding throughout the water. Try once again, and try over again. It's occasionally a bailout, often a success.

The surfing type is over. I am exhausted and a bit disappointed. This Cali gal believed surfing was the end all, the epitome of adventure, flow and fun. Riding the waves on the board did not add as much as the skyscraper expectations, possibly upright on the board.

As I paddle to shore, something tells me to place my head on the mini keyboard, from the deep within. I notice you allow your arms float to your sides. I surrender as relief sighs through my body. I believe the waves go beneath me and really feel exactly how I'm linked to the tides, to the moon, to the heartbeat of the Earth.

Lastly, here's the exhilaration! I'm One with the waves, the beach, the blue green world, swirling in me, under me, and also through me.

I are complete as I float within the sacred silence. I believe in it all.

That is the main reason I joined the surfing type. This's the main reason I'm here. As my cheek rests on the bobbing board, I eat gratitude from my mouth.

Our plans sometimes do not come out as we anticipated them to, or even as we thought they'd. Our expectations are able to enter the method of finding secret treasures sometimes.

Thanks for telling me of Trust in your surf lessons. Everything generally works out alright. Even in its obvious moment of imperfection, all is perfect.