Water and air. Air and water. Blood to bone. Flesh of one’s own.
The uninitiate fascinate over the sea and the creatures in it. But for a surfer, the relationship is one of kindred spirit. “Oh yes, that is”: insert marvelously made marine entity, referred to casually by those in the water tribe, in similar manner to someone whose house you wake up in each day, HERE.
Dolphins live a life immersed. Yet linked to air, they have little issue being up and around in it. I see them fly a lot. No doubt exists, in spite of a lack of verbal discussion between us, on that very obvious point of connection.
As surfers we live a life in air, to dip in a mirrored justaposition to our dolphin kin. Kin you ask?
At what point do animal and man become related?
Blood to bone to flesh. Salt water connects us all.
Sublime in flow.
Not alone.
One.
