I’m time poor this week with quick overnight turn abouts and project managing the house renovations so I thought I’d repost something from a while back. I’m unsure about the etiquette of reblogging, so apologies for any unintended transgressions.
I’m gritting my teeth trying to meet deadlines before I fly out tomorrow. I need some inspiration to keep going tonight, so I thought I’d share this moment of serendipity with you. The lesson learnt that moment in Bunbury, was to try and try again.
The Kite Surfer
It was late dusk when I saw him. He was young, tall, lean, and strong. He epitomised seaside youth. I had no option but turn my car around. This I wanted to see. His determination.
The sun was fading fast. The wind strong. My eyesight weak. But like him, I set up, waiting for success.He leaned right back, now almost lying down. He had done this before. The gouges in the sand, his history.The wind lifted him. Airborne!But only for a nanosecond. He came down with a thump. His legs flailing before impact.The wind was not in his favour. But, he did it all over again, and again, and again.
I had stopped to see his determination. I left with more. I experienced it.
The serendipity between strangers is something I cherish. Lessons taught by strangers. Unintentionally. In quiet spaces between sun, sand and sea.
And, I hope, in this shared space.
Until next time
a dawn bird