Return to the Surf...Finally

My latest trip to Los Angeles had been planned well before my mom died three weeks ago. My boyfriend Greg asked me if I wanted to go for his spring break from teaching and I grabbed the opportunity to show him where I surf and introduce him to my Los Angeles friends and life. 

And after Mom died I knew the trip would be especially important in my grief as I process it and go forward. More than anything, I needed to get on the water where I find so much peace. Catching the waves isn't as important as just being on the water.

I also needed to let go of my January trip where the swells were the largest they had been in thirty years and so much stuff was stirred up in the ocean from them that I developed a double eye infection the only day I attempted to surf.