To be a weathered woman

Rosita Forbes (1920)

To be a weathered woman 
To have raised my eyes to a thousand skies, 
to have met both storms and horizons 
but discovered the sunrise was within me. 

To be a weathered woman
nostrils flared to scrub, pine and ocean air.
Sea salt crystals on eyelashes 
Limbs chiseled by ocean exertion 
Waves. Always waves. 

To be a weathered woman 
slack jawed from humor, laughter lines, chin jutted out in defiance
and hinged in humility. 
Undulating contours all shades of woman.

To be a weathered woman 
womb stretched taunt by babes of love
Two cultures entwined, us architects of hope. 
Ducks to be fed on days of insignificance 
Dogs and music, parties and mud. 

To be a weathered woman 
Arms out stretched to the world 
Handshakes with shamans, chiefs, wives 
all genres of person. 
Friends in unfamiliar places.  

To be a weathered woman 
To be all that I am.
And to conclude being all that I could be. 

A poem by Sophia Hobbs 

*Shout out to Sam Bleakley

I need to say a humongous thank you to Sam for his amazing career/life advice and for the two wonderful books 'Surfing Brilliant Corners' and 'Surfing Tropical Beats' he recently sent me. Both have been devoured during my commute and have filled my head with dreams and possibilities. He's a European Long-board champ, travel writer, family man AND an all round nice guy. Thank you Sam! 

And Finally...

 

...Why British surfers are more hardcore than you think. 

Some winter inspiration!