Solo sessions- I don’t get enough of them, but when they come, they stay in my mind like a good birthday or a delicious meal.
On Friday, I awoke to 78º weather and quickly traded my flannel jammies for my red Roxy bikini and some boardies. I made Scott’s lunch (PB&J, a fruit, string cheese, crackers- always.), said goodbye, Facetimed with my family, who all happened to be in New York this weekend (my parents were visiting my East Coast sisters) and gave the stove a cleaning so good I was startled by its appearance when I walked back in to the kitchen a few minutes later (shows you how often it looks that spotless!). I packed a variety of boards into the back of my car with my mind set on spending the day down on the beach testing them out.
Standing on the bluff above the beach, I could see a pack of guys at my usual spot, South Peak. To the right of them, there were a few four foot waves rolling in without anyone riding them. At the same time, I saw a clean right hander push its way through South Peak. One of the guys, a legendary local who has surfed this spot for over 30 years, caught the wave, drew a high line and crouched right next to the wave’s face (I imagined it was so he could hear what it had to say). He cruised past section after section until he was standing on the sand. It was a perfect wave, and he paddled back out right next to another guy who seemed nearly as pumped about the ride as the legend himself.
Aside from this flawless wave, I didn’t want the same thing for myself. Not today. Today was a day for me and the sea; a time for me to talk to it and listen without interference.
I rely on these solo sessions to stay in touch with myself. I like to sit out there and study the blueness of the ocean, trying to see through it to some kind of understanding. I think about the things that are bothering me and let them float off into its darkness and I reflect not only on what I know, but on what I’d like to find out about life. On these days, I leave the ocean feeling like a wind up toy that’s been fully wound up again; I’m energized and ready to take on what’s ahead.
What do you do to find solitude, re-connect with yourself or make some sense of the world?
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