Much as I usually love big drama, my hands down fave wave to bodysurf is a “sleeper” wave, a mediumish or even smallish one that just keeps on rollin’. One that I join with and together we transform into a ride that goes for so long I ultimately pull out gasping for air. Breathtaking!
Part of the allure is the element of surprise–and, yeah, maybe a little boosted ego. All the folks who turn up their noses at these more modest waves, think they won’t come to anything, look on in disbelief as you ride and ride all the way to shore.
But truly the main source of the magic is that your sorcery gets tested–and, ideally, demonstrated. What can you muster to join with this wave and create something thrilling? Sensing, timing, steering, maybe some swimming, and then surrender, crafting this lovely to fit you and vice versa.
Kind of like when you’re in the kitchen and only have a few mismatched ingredients. What yummy dish can you whip up? Or, if you live in a pretty conventional environment and you’re a dancer, what kind of a vibrant dancing life can you create? How much of a magician are you anyway?
As I write this, I realize that the mediumish waves may have become my favorites because they’ve helped me hone a sense of resourcefulness so critical to creating in less than ideal situations.
So, right now I’m back out here, bobbing in life’s ocean, looking for the next wave. Something. Some “wave” I can sink my teeth and my self into. Merge with and be inspired by. Maybe it’ll be a dance and maybe it won’t. Or perhaps it will be a dance AND something else.
All I know is I’m searching. Looking over the seas and to the horizon, trying to read what’s rolling toward me. I confess, I’m kinda tired and cold, but I’m still here.
And I’m waiting for my wave.