We had some good waves last weekend in New Jersey. The March winds blew and blew, the passing storm shook the trees and filled the lakes, and in the wake a nice swell persisted in the face of howling offshores.
While surfing on Sunday I found myself feeling immensely grateful for the opportunity to be in the water. It is a small miracle to be able to paddle out, to have legs and arms and a body that will allow it. It is an equal miracle to have found surfing at all; to be given the opportunity.
Rarely is this gratitude lost on me, but last weekend it was more pronounced. With the devastation in Japan I could not help but reflect on how quickly life can turn. The phrase, “that there is no day promised to you” came to mind as I watched the sun weave its way through the mid-March clouds.
Internally I had a flickering reminder that “there is no wave promised to you either.” Life can change on a dime, all the more reason to give thanks for the opportunities we have, as we are having them.
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