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 water. Feel the energy. Feel the movement.

Be one with board, wave, and self.

Slow everything down. Breathe.

Trust. 

Keep trusting.

Have fun. Laugh. 

My mind, such a strong element of my life, has other plans.

I watch myself wrestle with the tension between mind and feeling flow.

That old game again. 

This is a worthy discipline. To meet the face of this tension. To let the mind become background, as my being, fully feeling the moment, takes the stage.

There are one thousand pathways to this practice. 

Mine is in water, with the dolphins, learning to surf, moving my body, and today, in the rain.

Photo Taken June 20th 2016