Waiting for waves

Patience is a virtue

Oftentimes we wait weeks to even paddle out

Then we find ourselves waiting between sets

In a crowded lineup with other people waiting  

Or maybe you’re alone in the lineup at some special place

Waiting for a wave that will dawn a feeling 

It’s all unique and individual I suppose

However, there are times when it feels as if the Ocean chose you

You’re the only one left in the spot where the energy of a wave feels the bottom

Gratitude and fear as you appreciatively attempt to rise to the occasion

A Sea Lion Pops up as the wave rolls into a bay

Or a Frigate bird hovers over you as you see a set out the back 

And you know there’s a wave coming to carry you

It’s playfulness in the face of surf that feels larger than yourself 

That’s what moves the soul

Something greater than ourselves