August 1, 2020 Core

Her daddy has spent every Saturday since March, taking her and her brother fishing and adventuring around this sweet city we call home.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Exploring hidden beaches and discovering new fishing holes.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Coming home with hilarious stories and great laughs to share with me.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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So today we woke up early, and accompanied her daddy to his favorite break in Rodanthe, Hatteras island.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

And made it all about him.⠀⠀⠀

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As she said, “daddy, that looks like a good wave for you to ride”. It was.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

And while the kids played in the shore break, I was comforted by a familiar sensation.

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I’ve spent most of my life near the ocean. East and West coasts, and this spot is the sweetest.

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On the east coast, my favorite, watching the sun rise over the coast, blasting, blazing early, this moment, on time, it always seems.

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A short drive to an often messy, but fun break that has made many of my friends some of the best players in this moving meditation.

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And my spot, often on the sands, sitting nearby, soaking up the peace that lives in the soothing sounds of the waves.

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The chaos of the world diluted.

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The chatter of the mind silenced.

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The madness of the mind stands still,

the sweetest invitation to know my will.

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I am sure, at my core, it sounds like the ocean.