It’s January 7th and today the academic world returned to their schedules of early morning alarms, coffees, and the notebooks. Myself included as student and teacher.
During my lesson this evening I started with a game. Two truths and a lie about what we did during out winter vacations. Mine were as followed: 1) I went surfing Christmas morning 2) I taught myself how to make the Spanish tortilla and 3) I went to the Canary Islands for four days. As much as I would love to have had number two be the lie, unfortunately it was number three. I’m still pale as a ghost and look like I havent seen the sunlight in about four months … oh wait, welcome to winter in San Sebastian! I kid, I kid. But really — I stayed in my beautiful city during my two week vacation and, despite the terrifyingly large waves pounding on Zurriola, Mother Nature sent some choppy 4footers my way. So I paddled out on Christmas day.
It was rough. I realized after almost five months of not entering the water with my board I’d lost all my paddle strength. The currents were strong, the waves were choppy, but I was determined to make it out. I was tossed off my board and I covered my head and swam to the suface. I paddled harder to make it over the oncoming set — and then it was calm.
I felt a relief. I felt a connection I hadn’t felt in a the past few months of being in San Sebastian. I felt calm within my body despite my loss of physicaly strength.
It was a Christmas present that I could only give myself – with a little help from the ocean.
I hadn’t thought about Christmas morning for a few days now. And even though I haven’t entered the ocean since that day, thinking about it reminds me how much she can really bring a person peace and clear their mind. It looks like it’s time for me to muster up the motivation to brace the chilly air and feel the splash of the salt water again in my face. Too many thoughts are running through my head and I need a natural cure. I need the ocean once again.