Life is one of those things that adds up after awhile. Little bits of weight that if left unchecked can pile into a crushing amount.
An angry exchange with a stranger, can't find your keys for the 300th time, car won't start, sure wish I could find a job, more month than money, all I wanted was a Pepsi - eventually you crack.
Then a wonderful thing happens - the text machine fires up and your friends say "lets hit the coast!" The waves may or may not be firing - but who cares, let's go any way - shed some weight.
Such was the case this weekend. Loaded up the truck and hit the road. A few hours later, pulled into the parking lot and spied the familiar smile of a good friend. Have learned a lot from him over the years - how to read the water, paddle straight, try new things like prone and be reminded of the joy of young kids as he raises his little boy.
Now if you have spent some time in the PNW, especially in the long winter months - you pretty much expect rain. It just comes with the territory. Sometimes its a mist, but as luck would have it - pitch black and dumping were in the cards. We set up camp and lights out.
6:30 a.m came quicker than expected and a knock, knock on the window - followed by a half asleep search for the unlock button - followed by the car alarm (sorry about that other campers) and we were off for surf check.
Earlier in the week some sweet shots were posted of the same place - and in the back of your mind you are always secretly hoping that the surf decided to hang around for you. "You shoulda been here yesterday" quickly filled the eyeballs. Nuthin.
Back down the road only to be met by a big white truck driving down the middle - forcing a stop. Down goes the window - "Howdy partner - seems you were staying at the camp ground and left without paying." my reply - "Good morning! Nice to see you. We came in late last night - had a lovely talk with the night camp host (paid our money - its in the slot) and also told her we were going to adventure out for an early surf check. There was nothing so we are headed back." As good fortune would have it - standing in the office to clarify what we had just told the fine gentleman in the truck - the phone rang and it was the night host. Our story checked out.
The waves were a bit messy and all over the place but being out in it - and surrounded by fellow crazies makes for good fun. It is a wonderful thing, a dose of salt water and smiles from the line up - and all that weight that was heavy just a day before - gone, gone.
Everyone has that one place to duck and cover from chaos. For me it happens to be the water. Grabbing a board of choice or just finding a patch of sand to sit - there is something about how it calms all the senses. The sounds replacing fear, the smell replacing doubt, how when you step in—everything else just seems to go by the wayside.
My hope for you today is that if things are crazy - grab your family, your friends and disappear to your place.
Dear friends of the sea,
It has been awhile since I have written here. The biggest reason for the gap is really trying to make sure to stick to our rally cry of "Go Because You Can."
Those simple words have a way of kicking you out the door and making sure the things you enjoy are high on the priority list. Family, friends, adventures. With out these things, life can get a bit overwhelming.
In the coming months some wonderful things are planned all with the goal of taking that idea to the next level. Inspiring you to go and to help families who are dealing with the wrecking ball of cancer.
Thank you for your continued support.
What does a conversation sound like when it becomes heavy? For me it was like water filling my ears. That slow burn where things become muffled and words drown out the deeper you go. You can hear your own heart beat become irregular - boom, boom, skip, silence --- Boom.
Honey I have cancer. Like screaming underwater - you can hear what your wife is saying but does anyone else? The world seems to roll on by like nothing is happening. It is very confusing, stressful and terrifying.
If you have heard those words know that you are not alone. Make a phone call. Send an email. Count on your friends, family and faith. Reach out.
You will be surprised who takes your hand and says - Let's get through this together.
We hear you.
“People who’ve never read fairy tales" the professor said, "have a harder time coping in life than the people who have. They don’t have access to all the lessons that can be learned from the journeys through the dark woods and the kindness of strangers treated decently, the knowledge that can be gained from the company and example of Donkey skins and cats wearing boots and steadfast tin soldiers. I’m not talking about in-your-face lessons, but more subtle ones. The kinds that seep up from your subconscious and give you moral and humane structures for your life. That teaches you how to prevail, and trust.” ---- Author Charles de Lint. The Onion Girl
How to prevail, and trust is my favorite part. Cancer has taught this well and why 10% isn't a negotiable part of what we are about. 90% is easy. It is the last 10% that is the difference between doing something good and doing something that matters.
So what does that look like. A shirt costs 8 dollars to produce and sells for 20.00.
10% of 20.00 is 2.00. Which leaves 18.00 - 8.00 = 10.00 which goes back into making more shirts.
One shirt, like one person - struggles to make a difference. But a community? That's where things start to happen.
We can do things that matter.
As one person it is difficult to feel like you can make a difference. A magical thing happens when you surround yourself with others who feel the same way. Suddenly you have a community. There is strength in that. It is amazing and humbling what you can do.
Today we did what we loved and were able to lend a hand to a family in need. A beautiful day to paddle for Raelyn Beckler.