Nothing is more rewarding than when a story inspires a spontaneous, healthy, happy gathering in New York!
After being transported back to the shores of Todos Santos with“Spirituality on a Surfboard,” our detox Chef extraodinaire Erika, was inspired to pull her i phone from it’s docking station and reach out to the New York Angel contingent. Clearly the text invite was exactly what every homebound, snow engulfed Angel needed, as the response “YES” instantly flooded her phone screen!
Within hours the fearless warriors were over dressed in full snow gear regalia, snow boots,goggles and bobble hats. Shoveling their way out of the confines of forced air residences. The Angels were ready and eager for an expedition in the snow drifts of New York. Ok, a walk, but it’s still adventurous!
Goggles and a pole – I’m ready for any challenge!
After all, the Angels, are well trained athlete’s, thanks to hiking the beaches of Todos Santos, climbing rock faced dusty mountains and swimming with Sea lions in the Sea of Cortez!! Yes, that story will follow.
The Snow Angels embraced the snow with the playful curosity of a child, the same curiosity that enables one to relish,enjoy and be present in the moment.
It feels so good to be a Kid!
You can tell by the beautiful smiles on their faces that they loved every minute, they had a blast.They felt refreshed and healthy, as evident by the glowing cheeks that would put Snow White to shame. It was time enjoyed together, sharing and connecting to yet another of mother natures glorious seasons.
They sealed the day with the ritual of Afternoon Tea, a fine British tradition and fruit salad, a Californian one I do believe. In the warmth of Erika’s home they continued to talk up yet another storm about life, the weather and subjects protected by the sanctity of “The Sisterhood of Snow Angels.”
Thank you Erika for instigating a breakout and for sharing the picture!
Any Snow Angel’s imprint in a moment of sheer playfulness remains in the care of mother nature! OWN IT, FEEL IT,LIVE IT !
Snow Angel meets a snow child!
No strangers were taken out in the snow ball fight.
No snow ploughs, ski poles or snow dogs were used to make this endeavor easier.
Hair and make-up was unnecessary in this activity and clothing was very necessary, even without a sponsor or stylist!
Looking at the pre surf shot we really could of been Charlie’s Angels… but, alas, we weren’t, instead with adrenaline pumping through our veins we were four eager women and an italian man named KiKi, praying to our Angels to keep us alive for yet another chance to escape with nature !
I have to say, I’m pretty proud to be one of the four surf virgins, forget “the 40 year old virgin”, we were all “the 45 plus year old virgins”, willing and able to happily admit temporary insanity and conquer some big fears on the shores of Todos Santos!
To be honest, I wasn’t feeling that bold or a 100% willing, even though I’m pretty able.I was actually terrified looking out at the crashing waves,as I remembered the time I was tumbled and smashed on the bed of the ocean on my honeymoon…but that’sanother story. I had just fought my way into the confines of an ill-fitted wetsuit without putting my back out, so, at least I needed to honor that feat and listen to the instructors spanglish. As you can see by the pictures below, Pedro did his best to demonstrate the art of surfing!
Really…cobra pose , followed by upward dog!
Then jump, lunge and warrior two?
I don’t know if Pedro realized, but we’d already completed our daily practice of yoga and meditation,which on one hand meant we were already in the zone, but on the other hand ( forgoing all of the good karma and Oms) the thought of doing yoga on a surf board was a little daunting!…This is the moment I questioned my sanity,but felt comforted by the the laughter that continuously flowed and the bond with my fellow angels as we practiced our maneuvers on the sand, totally oblivious to the stares of nearby spectators!
Ok …I’m done with all this listening ..let’s go girls!
Owning it, went to Fearing it, in an instant! After a few fearless strides, I did a 180 degree turn and began to peel my hard earned suit off my body…much to my own surprise, let alone my personal instructors horror. His reaction was instantaneous, persistent and encouraging. He didn’t make me feel stupid and he didn’t let me give into my fear of being pummeled by the ocean or whacked unconscious by the surf board. Instead he promised to swim out with me and stay close by. Knowing he wasn’t going to abandon me got me back on board … literally!
The excitement was building inside, warming my belly, as I lay on the board and began to paddle out into the unknown. I felt like a child being pushed high into the air on an endless swing, as the nose of the board rose up and crashed over the breaking waves.In that moment I let go of the fear and got lost in the thrill of the spill ,as I screamed with laughter while the ocean spray cooled my face.I wasn’t walking on water yet, but I was part of it. Time stood still,I was completely present, connected to my natural instincts and the strength of my own body in the ever-changing moment.
“Here’s your wave…turn your board and start paddling !!”
“Stay near by Julio !!” OMG, upward dog…lunge… warrior pose with arms spread eagle …’‘OMG, I’m up and alive, I’m being carried by the energy of the waves… I’m alive… You can go now Julio!”
the lunge….and I can fly to if I want!
As my feet touched the safety of the sand I was DONE!! I felt healthy and refreshed, plus my hair was styling with all the salt needed for a great beach look !
I have to say with humility… Thank god for my persistent guardian angel instructor, along with my sister surfer angels and the angel support team lead by Erica juicing on the sand ! We were in this together and I needed to be able to stand tall, to fly free on the waves and to be able to say I CAN, instead of I could.
I went back out again and again, and each time was different. I felt exhilarated and energized as the waves washed away the stress’s of everyday life. I rose, I flew, I lunged ,I tumbled, yet ultimately I was flooded with euphoria, as I stood in disbelief and rode the magic wave all the way to shore!
Anja gliding over the wave !
I now understand why surfers become addicted to the spirit of the surf.It is a spiritual experience to feel at one with mother nature, connected to the energy and power of the waves and wind, to feel part of something much bigger than yourself. What I realized in those moments is that riding a wave is not just about FEELING IT, it’s about being PRESENT and LIVING IT ! -it’s ultimate FREEDOM, CONNECTION, JOY, A EUPHORIC HIGH.
With all that said, No … I won’t be surfing back in the cold waters of Carmel, but I will surf again in warmer climates with a Guardian Angel instructor close at hand !
Feeling invisible…where to next surfer angels?
I’ll finish by saying, only one person can stop you and that’s you … so never say never, Own it, by trusting yourself, step out your box and allow yourself to Feel it and most of all Live it, NOW. Trust yourself and shout out I CAN!
Thanks to fellow surfer Angels, Annie, Eva, Anja and of couse Ki Ki, you are all fearless and awesome! Special kudos and thanks go to Chris and Erica for enthusiactically capturing our every emotion.
No makeup artists, hairdressers or wardrobe professionals were in sight. No photographic retouching… much to our chagrin. No surf instructors or wildlife were harmed on our surf adventure !
Look out for the next adventure, “Spirituality at the Sea of Cortez ” this coming Wednesday !
Own it, Feel it, Live It … and you’ll love it ! Diane x
There are many words to describe this self inflicted act of madness: insanity, exhaustion, chaos, boxes, tape, dust, dirt, meat, wine and dementia are just a few!
Insanity, because that’s your constant state of mind and being. Exhaustion, because how many more boxes can you pack and unpack? Chaos, because your whole existence is in the boxes wrapped in sickly brown tape. Dirt, because the sexy smokey-eyed look has spread across your entire face. Dust, because it invades every orifice. And dementia… where are my undies?
Survival is maintained with hearty beef sandwiches, crisps, chocolate, a strong cup of tea to keep you awake during the day followed by whatever alcoholic beverage a good friend brings to ease the restlessness at night.
Moving is a bittersweet experience of which I suggest focusing on the sweet, while allowing yourself to feel the bitter. So shed a tear or two as you retrace the footprints of the past.The first card your child made for you, a place of solitude or celebration for pictures that prove you really did have (a few) bad hair years!
A few things you learn in the process…
1] Your friends who have compassion, stamina and good organizational skills.
2] You could have your own “Hoarders” reality show!
3} How important a good chiropractor and a bath is.
4] How you really don’t care how disheveled you look in the finest of restaurants.
5] Why we pay the exhorbidant moving company fees for burly men to move the wrong furniture to the wrong place (even when we color-coded-sticky-noted it!)
The truth is moving really is the ultimate cleanse. It’s time to let go and move on, a time of new beginnings.
Ultimately, the most important things to remember when moving – beside your underwear and your very confused Golden pleaser (Golden Retriever) – is a sense of humor, the understanding that the memories with family and friends make the home and will stay with you forever (unless the dementia kicks in early of course), a shoe rack for your stilettos (new or old – but always fabulous) and finally, breathe, just breathe!
I close by saying … through all the madness the one thing I know for sure, as Oprah would say, is that this really is insignificant in the bigger scheme of things and the crazy world in which we live. I’m blessed and feel immense gratitude to have a new beautiful roof over my head, freedom to live life by my own definition and most of all, love. Own it, Feel it,Live your life with Wit & Wisdom !