Hiatus.

It's been so long since my last blog post I actually feel like its almost a confessional. I'm rusty with routines I am normally so familiar with when creating a post - what has happened?! 

Hiatus. Hiatus is what has happened. Not through choice I might add but I've had to prioritize some day job things i.e. work and my yoga teacher training course. Both are enormous entities that are pulling me in various different directions. Free time feels like a distant memory and weekends seem to have evaporated into being some mythical creature I'll never know. 

I'm down but I'm definitely not out! This blog is too interwoven with my consciousness to be left completely, I love it too much. For now I'm waving from the distance, I know I'm far but I'm still here really. 

As ever surfing has managed to intercept my life, here are two videos I've managed to peruse in between running to work and writing essays. 

AWAY 

Awesome little documentary set in New York following the lives of female surfers there. You'll LOVE it. 


AWAY (short film) from Elisa Bates on Vimeo.

#VANLIFE

Does its best to put you off living in a van with hilarious consequences but still manages to make living off grid look rad. Very, VERY funny! 

 

Until next time folks, 

Stay strong and surf well
Love 

What yoga teacher training has taught me about surfing and myself.

I'm mid way through a yoga teacher training course and I hate it. Something that ordinarily brings me joy and solace has become something which is a source of stress and unhappiness. The course itself is mismanaged and taught in a manner which is strict, sometimes mean and very, very demanding. Whilst its easy to blame this on course leaders and start using terms like 'bullies' in actuality its myself I am most frustrated with. 

I'm angry that I didn't read the small print and reviews with a fine tooth comb as both would have given me insight into how tough the course is. Doing this qualification has been a bit like tipping acid over myself, its peeled back all the layers that I consider 'me' and revealed the ego and the fears that govern my thought processes. 

Did you know that hip opener postures in yoga bring emotion to the surface? 
No seriously they do. On hip opener day nearly all of the course participants 'hit the wall' and left feeling raw with emotion. 

For me it revealed something as way back in the past as school days still affect my conduct today. Because I was bullied I validated myself by being studious so when I graduated university and no longer had the academic shield to cling to, it wasn't surprising that I became massively lost and depressed. 
I also realize I'm passive aggressive, that because I'm a people pleaser I've become so fearful of upsetting others that I completely ignore my own feelings in favor of being 'nice.' 
Its no wonder then that when I got criticized in yoga teacher training (which was constantly as I'm one of the weaker students), I couldn't be like Teflon and let it slide, every single comment wounded me deeply. 

Here's positives that I did learn and am continually learning as I pursue this qualification: 

YOU CAN FIND GOOD PEOPLE EVERYWHERE

A Slovenian traveler named David said this to me when I was seventeen and working in Croatia, its a comment that continues to resonate with me. The one massive consolation of this yoga course is the other participants, we've cried, hugged and eaten together supporting one another through this hard experience. If you look hard enough you can always find great people. 

I DON'T WANT TO MAKE SURFING MY DAY JOB 

Finally something relevant to surfing!! There's this saying; 

'...find something you love and you'll never work a day in your life again,' 

Its a phrase I recently encountered again over at The tale of a Mermaid, Devon wrote that she didn't believe it because even the things we love involve work and hardship, that's just how it goes. I agree wholeheartedly, I LOVE yoga but becoming a teacher is physically and emotionally draining. Its something I can't let happen to my surfing. Surfing is my sanctuary and whilst I want to do it everyday I realize that by trying to make it a business I put it in danger of evolving into something I no longer like or recognize. I think this means I'm a:

Soul Surfer. 


ANIMALS WILL CONTINUE TO INSPIRE ME. 

This is going to sound weird but animals have saved me over and over again these past few weeks. The most obvious candidate is Bruh my beloved surf bunny, he's been my little heartbeat during the many hours I've spent slaving over yoga coursework on my computer. 

There's been a few trippier animal encounters also. During mediation (we had to do an hour at 5am every morning), I kept having the image of an elephant come into my minds eye. We'd put our foreheads together and he'd wrap his trunk around my shoulders. Every time it happened I had such a feeling of calm and strength. I also kept seeing myself underwater swimming alongside a whale. The whale would let me lie on its back and I could see the light penetrating the surface of the water. Both experiences left me feeling serene and strong. On the second day of yoga camp when I'd literally had enough and was sobbing ready to quit I went for a walk and got blocked by a cat. This little black cat kept weaving in and out of my legs, eventually I lean't down and gave it some fuss, but every time I tried to step forward it would prevent me. Finally I gave in and started walking back to the studio. Well the cat walked me back and watched me go!!! Ok universe I get it! 

I LEARNT ABOUT RESILIENCE 

I cried, tried to quit but returned and this I realize is resilience. I don't feel strong or especially 'together' but I do possess strength and to get through some of the things I have past and present is testament that I have it.

Life doesn't give you anything you can't handle.

Right I'd best get back to doing some yoga coursework 
(...whilst planning the next land locked surfers trip)!

Until next time 
Stay strong, surf well 
Love

Surf Renegade.

Last weekend I went to Brighton with my boyfriend, although this land locked surfer didn't catch any waves I swam, laughed and fell in love.

I may be 25 but I am still infinitely curious about the ocean and all its beautiful creatures.

Its only been 8 months but he makes me heart glad every single day, forever my Mr Sunshine. 

 
 

He's cute isn't he ;) 

 
 
 



Brighton is big, snazzy, full of renegades and is quite possibly the coolest place on earth. 
Mr Sunny and I became weekend warrior's trekking down to Blighty on Friday eve straight after work. It was reckless, last minute and rash but was one of the best weekends of my life (and that's saying something because I didn't even surf)?! 

Brighton feels like a kingdom all to itself, its credentials include, being one of the greenest cities with the Green party having a strong hold there, its the most liberal, incredibly artistic and it also happens to be incredibly gay friendly as its the original place of Pride festival. Its a wonderful cosmos of music, art and different cultures and it WORKS. Be who you want to be. That seems to be the Brighton motto. 

Controversially Brighton even has it's own surf... 

...not known for its epic waves Brighton does have some swell and because of this occasional appearance of waves a mini surf culture has arisen. Check out these beautiful videos, The Endless Winter series took a trip down to Blighty and called the episode 'London by the sea' which I think gives you a very accurate vibe about the atmosphere there. The second film is an 'espresso coffee cup' style film (short and has a kick to it) shot at West Pier, Brighton, the word is AWESOME. 

 

Until next time 
Stay strong, surf well 
Love

Surf Senegal.

 
 

 

Once upon a time I lived on an Island off the coast of Senegal. I had a dog called Bob Marley who belonged to no one and everyone. We'd get up and practice yoga on the cliffs before heading for a morning surf. He'd jump in the water and swim alongside me and was one of the many reasons why I dream about getting a dog of my very own and surfing everyday. I was in a bikini always and bare foot most of the time, I got to live with amazing surfers from all over the world and expats with all their interesting life stories. I surfed and partied with Senegalese surfers who made me see surfing not just as a hobby but a lifestyle, a lifestyle with African flare. 

I got to teach yoga everyday, to pro surfers, the beautiful ordinary people and maybe one famous singer... 
My life was a series of sunrises, hot days and gorgeous sunsets. I'd got to the Italian hotel on an evening to eat pudding and steal their wifi but most of the time I was at the beach loving every moment of it. I was poor, could barely speak the language and slept where I could be fitted in but I will never ever forget you Senegal. 

Until next time 
Stay strong, surf well 
Love