D and the Bluepath

I went to get a coffee from Breaker's this morning. I've stopped making and drinking coffee at work, because the water from the pipes in that old school house contains visible chunkies unless we let the water run for minutes... and with the water conservation efforts, there is no way I'm letting any water run. As I walked up to the till, the dude behind the counter began the following exchange:

dude- hey! I know you!
me- oh?
dude- you're the girl that rides the big blue board!
me- oh! yeah... I do.
dude- I see you out there all the time!
me- hm... cool. what do you ride?
dude- I'm the guy with the white board. In a wetsuit...
me- oh! the guy in a wetsuit!
dude- yeah, that guy! with the white board... just like all the other guys.
me- ah... is your board pointy?
dude- yeah!
me- oh... well then I know exactly who you are...

So it's me and the Bluepath... I get recognised in regular clothes and with glasses. Huh!

And wouldn't you know it, the first guy I paddle by out there this evening is this very dude in a wetsuit with a pointy white board... this time I recognised him as the guy from Breakers. We are all making progress here.

Tonight was lovely. Glassy and clean... and I caught two of what felt like the longest rides in maybe forever-- lefts that took me from in front of the lodge to all the way into the corner... green and peeling and beautiful. I actually felt like I had enough control to ensure that I got long rides... hard to explain as I don't have the vocabulary for it... but I can say that it felt super awesome... and dispelled any fears that I had had my surfing abilities beaten out of me during the last few days.

As I was out in the surf tonight, one profound and troubling realization came to mind-- that sometimes, those to whom one matters a whole lot may matter not at all to oneself. This is profoundly unfortunate and saddens me. More unfortunately, its truth is such that I could not sustain that moment of caring... so perhaps the best course of action to take (may it assuage one's guilt for failing to care) is to be aware of the existence of the universal balance-- one matters not at all to those who matter a whole lot to oneself.

Let it go. We are all subject to suffering. We may try to do as little harm as possible... but sometimes, others will find our sharpest quill and impale themselves upon it, much as we do with those of certain others. Forget it... just go and catch a wave... and you'll be sittin' on top of the world.