Laurie Nadel, Dancing With The Wind: A True Story Of Zen In The Art Of Windsurfing Quotes
Of all the things I wish for her, above all, I want her to know and love the sea.
Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day.
Where are you?’‘I am between the light and the waves.
An intuitive insight or concept can often turn out to be an unexpected success.
The only sharks I’m afraid of are the ones that wear three-piece suits and write memos.
The human psyche is a self-correcting mechanism.
Unraveling life lessons from just the past few years would take many more years. Lessons unlearned would pass with me, when I went through that door, to be completed in some future lifetime.
My former identity was lying around, somewhere, fragmented and buried, like shards from an earlier civilization.
Every misfortune is a blessing in disguise.
If you didn’t fall down, you would never have learned how to pick yourself up.
I took up windsurfing to explore my own courage.
A wide-angle view of sails sparkling white against a cobalt sky as light dances, silver on the water. Like art, it soothes the edge, allowing you to see something simple from a different perspective.
Like Salvador Dali’s paintings of watches melting in the sand, time wanders at its own curious pace whenever you’re on vacation in a foreign country.
Soul-to-soul contact sweeps through, like a tsunami, leaving in its wake just this: unconditional surrender and overwhelming gentleness.
Swirling around my ears, the wind and I whooping at the sea, picking up speed, breathing it all in. An act of loving life.
Inside, my spirit is sparkling like foam on the crest of a wave at high tide under a full moon.
There are two kinds of special events: planned and unplanned.
Lucid dreams often feel like this—as if you are observing yourself from a point over your shoulders-arm flexed, hands curving around the boom, breathing, in three dimensional silence.
If there’s a takeaway from working here, it’s an understand that, as bioorganisms, we are a walking time bomb programed for cellular self-destruction. Not if, when.
Flip a coin. Life or death. Heads or tails. You never know.
Instead of falling, I am dancing with the wind.
Out here on the water, it’s a fine line between feeling in control and losing it altogether.
Barely halfway back, exhaustion sets in. What if I don’t make it? An edge of panic gets intercepted by a calmer inner voice: Look behind you.
Find a way to learn something from every disappointment.
