Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Fear



I have felt fear.   As I climbed into my warm, wonted dorm bed, I felt what had become a common, cold fear.  Ask me if silence is scary and I will remove any doubts that you may have previously had.  Ask me if the darkness is daunting and I will not hesitate to respond.  The experience has left me assured.  Yet, simultaneously, the experience has taught me the exact opposite as well.  Why wallow?  Why worry?  Why not push through so that there is nothing left to run from?  Questions I asked myself and think I honestly tried to overcome.  Overcome?  I guess that didn’t seem likely at the time.  Besides, how can such language be used when fear was as palpable as salt in water? 

Bill once told us that if we continue to run from the night, it will continue to follow, but if we push through it, the other side brings dawn.  Admittedly, the night carries many things unbeknownst to the eyes.  On top of this the night can be much longer than anticipated, especially when you seem to “toss like a door on its hinges, first on your left side, then on your right, then your left side again.”  Thoughts begin to boil up in your head – ‘Dawn definitely is not approaching.  At least, I don’t think it is.  The night has yet to feel colder and supposedly this means the night is yielding to the day, but I doubt it.’  The night and fear seem to go hand-in-hand.  The idea of not being able to see everything is enough to swallow by itself.  Yet, this alone is not what makes the night so nasty.  The mountain to climb becomes steeper with the realization that the night brings on a silence completely foreign to most individuals.  This is where it gets tricky.  If you continue to fight the fight alone, you will continue to feel alone and the night will get consistently colder.  Let the Holy Spirit brawl and the battle will be won.  The dawn will quickly follow the cold and you will have reached the other side. 
I have feared and left fear.  I’ve been in the night and left the night.  The experience has left me enlightened, in my own way.  To be honest this post is not to give you concrete answers.  Neither is this post to tell you that the night will be short.  Instead, I write this so that you know you are not alone in this experience and you definitely are not alone during the experience.  



So. Christian has skin cancer. So. He has been taking pictures. Snapping Turtle has been temporarily out of service for a while.  Sorry about that.
Good end to a sesh


Garry going big


Classic style bottom turn


The Miles nose-pick


No idea how he pulled this


Classic Style Cody turn


Miles with the little boosteroni


I'm totally in control here


Best attempt at a Donavan bottom turn... someone should have told me to relax the arms


Get those butts up and flying


Christian's only sesh in the last month or so


...and so he chose none other than Lydia Lunch


Bad job with the MF on my part, berserk backside on Christian's part


Dino on his daily post-work nap


Miles...


uh...


...yeah


Bobby does the wackiest stuff on the crappiest days


eh.. I feel weird commenting on my own photo


Kip... style master for sure


haha Garry.... too big for the barrel


sicky



Garry... not completely alone


protection from the sun!


new roomie


Garry completely in control


geez o flip


Going down


Miles went nuts these few days of big waves


Vern... doing his thing


Miles, getting ready


Miles again


after two days of big waves... Miles... demolished


show me your bones


"hey Garry, want to surf?"
"Nah, I'll just drink coffee on the beach"
Actually, smart choice this day


pre-haircut


huh?


fading, fading, fading


phew


Garry, gone back to the 70's


sizable wave


Dino managed to find the only 4 ft. wave out there


heh?


Even the wedge was doing its thing... and everyone was running to see it


guess where this is


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