I love surfing movies. Whether it’s FBI agents tracking down surfing bank robbers, a lost youth grieving his father through the curl, or my personal favorite, shark-victim girl surfing her way to spiritual healing. I love them all. I’ve never actually surfed myself. My version of extreme sports involves carefully balancing a bowl of chips on top of my beer so I can reach for the remote to push Netflix to the next episode of a Scandal marathon. But there is something about the endless images of man riding the current to shore that hooks me. They make it look so natural, how they calmly paddle out and wait until just the right moment, hop into position and ride the wave wherever it takes them.
Who’s path am I on?
As much as I love the beach, the open sea kind of scares me. As I push my way out, the shore getting smaller and smaller behind me, I envision getting swept out by the tide and like Nemo, having to rely on the probability of a bale of Rastafarian turtles to find me and lead me back to shore.It happens to me all the time. I’m floating along in life when all of a sudden I start drifting off course, swept up by some unexpected wind. Invented obligations and responsibilities lead me to imaginings of greener grass. The suggestions or flattery by others distracts me like the glitter of distant coral in the sun. And before I know it I am struggling with every stroke, exhausted and unsatisfied as I kick and paddle with all my might but advance nowhere, until I have all but forgotten my original destination.
Embracing my own path
Those golden bodied surfers are on to something (and not just the secret to non-streaky self-tanner…) If getting where you’re trying to go is so hard, maybe you’re swimming in the wrong direction. If we just let go, maybe we’d simply float in the direction the universe intends for us. Somewhere in us we always know the coordinates of our own true North and if we trust it, the tide will always wash us home. I doubt I’ll ever actually hop on a board but next time on holiday you might see my beer and chip-filled belly trading resistance for an easy ride on the waves as I just go with the flow and leave the upstream swimming to the salmon.
About the author: Maia Aziz P.S.W., C.L.Y.L. writes and speaks on living a life of love and laughter. President-Elect of the Association for Applied and Therapeutic Humor (AATH), Maia hosts a weekly talk radio show Morning Moments With Maia…Conversations of Love and Laughter, Sundays at 9am EST on blogtalkradio where she speaks with an eclectic lineup of guests who live their lives with positive intention. www.withloveandlaughter.ca