That old game again

That old game again

That old game again Rainy. Blessedly cooler.  My dawn surfing session a challenge in every way. My head ruling. Anxiety rising. For no real reason.  She is such a hard mistress, learning to surf at such a later age in life.  What she asks of me is to feel.  Feel the...
Back to delight

Back to delight

Back to delight This morning, a dolphin jumped out of the water two feet from my surfboard.  I have so many dolphin encounters, yet they never fail to fill me with delight. It is one of those perfect summer mornings. Not too hot, a gentle breeze. No requirement for a...
The flavours of exhaustion

The flavours of exhaustion

The flavours of exhaustion Grief sucks everything out, leaving an infinite black cavity. Fear desiccates, our interiors shredded into micro fragments, the lizard in us hyper-reactive. Anxiety is walking a tightrope across a chasm of broken glass. A singular focus....
In the waiting room

In the waiting room

In the waiting room There are times in life when we wait. All of life has periods of gestation.  This time can be a tumult of emotions. Patience, frustration, anxiety, peace, surrender. All roiling through us, quite often tangled into each other. Gestation is for...