Heather Earnhardt


In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: "Live in the layers, not on the litter." Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.

Stanley Kunitz - The Layers

When i find myself interested in something it becomes all- encompassing for me. this past year found me in southern california on a few differnt trips. by the time i returned from the third one, i was obsessed with surfing. why you ask? i still don't know. maybe because the surfers themselves resembled little saltwater buddhas. maybe it is the visceral, physical contact with the natural world. doc paskowitz of the first surf family says," i've gone into the ocean literally wanting to blow my brains out and come out a new man." everything i thought about, read about, dreamed about after that last trip was surfing. prepping and eating raw cookie dough at 6 am found me thinking of surfing. trying to fall asleep at night found me dreaming of the quiet energy underneath a wave. i've watched coutless movies, youtube videos, read hundreds of hours about surfing, planned a surf trip to morocco. and now, almost into my 40th year of life, i find myself surfing. not easily, not well by any means, but doing it. and laughing.


...the more the soul knows, the more she loves, and loving much, she tastes much.




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