The last time I wrote, I had been on Vancouver Island for just over a month. The summer of surfing and serving that unfolded was incredible, a success on every level. In October I left, confident that I could once again uproot.
An escape out to an island in the open ocean serves as a reminder that time flows through this land in different ways. Here it’s often the feeling of what you don’t see that moves you most.
Life lately has been entwined with letting go, grabbing on to and braiding again the strands to which I’m attached.