Life is filled with moments of misconnection and missed opportunities. We reach out, we effort and things often fall short or apart. But once in awhile, the stars line up in just the right constellation uniting one in profound synergy with another person, one’s work, or life itself.
I am not a heavy duty surfer chick. I only learned a few years ago and I surf on a long board at a very gentle break. But I surf for that one perfect ride that reminds me fusion with Source can indeed occur.
You have to be in the right place at the right time. You have to be out there and paddling. And you have to catch the right wave. But when you do, there is nothing like it.
For me, a perfect wave has enough momentum to quicken my pulse but not so much that I’m terrified or thrown off balance. The perfect pop up is when you land, strong and steady knowing nothing is going to shake your balance even if you drop into the wave, taking a little plunge into the heart of it. And then there is the glide. That beautiful gentle ride in all the way to shore as you sing out a yelp of exhilaration and joy.
This is God. This is connection. This is sensuality. This is flow.