The title’s a bit misleading. I’m neither a surfer nor did a surfer create this poem.
I am fortunate to live close to several beaches in Southern California. Most coastal Californian’s can tell you that the weather at the beach, especially in the last decade, is unpredictable.
Today, on a January afternoon, the temperature rose to 70 degrees with little wind. The sun shone hot on my patio when I stepped outside, geared up with my gloves and electrical hedger. Perspiration moistened the brim of my hat before I got started trimming. I hesitated.
Born and raised in this area, I can smell the sea air on most days. My thoughts turned to the ocean breeze a mere six miles away. I could cut the last three overgrown bushes, or I could go with the first impression of what I’d rather be doing. I followed my gut and grabbed a beach towel, my journal, and my water bottle shouting ‘back soon’ to my daughter.
Many more people had the same idea by the looks of the beach parking lot, but I found a large patch of cool sand on a knoll. The roar of the ocean waves, punctuated by kid’s delighted screams, were only outdone by equally excited dogs.
The mid-day sun glassed the ocean, making my eyes squint to watch intrepid sailboats and marvel at brave surfers.
Scientists say the negative ions of the ocean air calm the brain, and walking barefoot grounds us to the earth. This must be so.
Soon, creativity took over, and I thought of a haiku.
The beach beckons,
an invitation to surf.
I’ll grant you this isn’t a ‘true’ haiku of 5/7/5 syllables per line, but it’s an example of nature inspiring creativity.
Scientists also say that getting outdoors and connecting with the earth will help your mental well-being.
I wrote a few pages in my journal, took a nap on the sand and listened. Nature nurtured me, and don’t we all need that from time to time?
Think about what nurtures you and go out and live it.
The hedges can wait.