Back In The Malibu Saddle

20 Aug


This morning I threw on a cover-up, grabbed my Rainbows, and went out to face a gloomy, quiet Malibu.

After a couple of errands and no Dick Van Dyke sightings to speak of, I ended up at Zuma Beach watching the surfers and debating if I should go out and join them.

Surfing has always scared me a bit.  There are things like “surfing etiquette” and “surfing lingo” and “waves” and such.  I’m always afraid I’ll break code without quite knowing what code is and then I’ll be beaten up by crazy surfing aficionados.

My cousins tell me this is unlikely as I am a girl.

I know this is unlikely as there were about two people out surfing this morning and I wouldn’t have been near anyone.

But still.

I spent half an hour watching a dolphin happily bob in and out of the gray water and wondering why I didn’t bring The Yeti for warmth.  The surfer I was looking to for guidance never even got up on his board, the waves were so lackluster.

Look at me, discussing waves.  Maybe I’m more accomplished at this surfing thing than I think I am.

The ocean does something to me. It reminds me that I am relatively small and insignificant and yet part of something bigger than myself.  It forces meditation.  It brings me dolphins.

The ocean is good for my soul.

After a good while of freezing on the shore, I decided it wasn’t my day for surfing.  The waves were dull, the sky was hazy.  No one was getting up today.

I trudged back to my car, shivering a bit, and thought, “Maybe tomorrow.”

Yes, maybe tomorrow.

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2 Responses to “Back In The Malibu Saddle”

  1. Sara August 20, 2013 at 8:13 pm #

    I agree…the ocean is good for the soul 🙂 And you should definitely try surfing. A few tips…wear a wetsuit, don’t watch Shark Week, and bring someone that knows what they are doing.

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