The ocean has always felt like home and I have no doubt the “being
home” feeling grew from my trip as a newborn on a huge ship that took my family
to Japan to be with my dad who was part of the occupation force after WWII. The constant motion of the waves crashing into
or gently caressing the shore and the pulling and pushing of underwater
currents remind me of the emotional / spiritual challenges I feel deep inside
every day. As an old goofy foot surfer,
I loved the feeling of being “one with the wave” and now with my daily cancer journey,
I do best when I am one with myself or what I call being home. A big part of being home is being present to all
our feelings, to others, and the constant goodness of life that surrounds
us. Practice “being home”!
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