fish

swimming the other week now it was - normally all the fish - just going about their business - swimming - feeding - chilling - doing whatever  fish do - but this one fish started to come for me - like - it's only a fish and all - but it was coming for me - me this comparatively big creature - but size didn't seem to matter - it had something to convey - it freaked me out - I'd flap my foot to keep it away - or wave my hand - all slow motion in it's fluid water world - kept it away for a second - before it relaunched itself towards me - I started swimming to shore - looking over my shoulder - still coming it was - like some kind of super awake being - a message for me - for us - for humankind - or just to nibble on me - but that seemed so not written on it's face - it's little fish face - all bursting with an urgency - that penetrated - beyond any layer of delusional superiority I may have held - that humans are greater than fish - hit me right in my core  - maybe that was the message - though so felt like there was something more

SURFRIDER FOUNDATION - how important's water?

sepia squal

Saturday afternoon

surfin' rhythms

"if water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind"

Chuang Tzu

from a place

 where time slows

 to a pace

 beyond imagination

 riding waves is the 

perfect way 

to dance

 with the rhythms

of 

blues and whites

which never cease 

to amaze

and blend

 into a harmony 

of one.

Mark S

an idea for change

ready for a change?

slow yourself down, and see so much more