It’s 5:00 AM at Wave House. The world is still half-asleep, roosters are only warming up their vocal cords, and somewhere in Canggu, a kettle is silently judging you for not making a Bali kopi yet. But we? We’re already up, boards waxed, eyes bleary...

(Or: How to Avoid Looking Like a Soggy Pretzel in the Lineup) Surfing and yoga may seem like total opposites. One is you hurling yourself at moving walls of water with reckless joy, the other is you stretching in serene silence while you achieve samsara. But put...

A Jungian twist on why the wave doesn’t lie, and why your board knows your business before your therapist does. You thought surfing was just about sun-kissed skin, salty smiles, and the occasional “Yewww!” echoing across the waves like a stoked seagull on molly? Oh no,...

Let’s just get this out of the way: surfing is a cult. A wet, sandy, sun-kissed, saltwater cult that smells like reef-safe sunscreen and existential freedom. Once you catch your first wave, it’s over. You’re done. That’s it. Congratulations, you’ve entered the point of no...

They say the ocean has a way of testing you. It teases with glassy perfection one moment, then punishes with bone-rattling wipeouts the next. But if you’re one of the lucky ones blessed (or cursed) with the resilience gene, scientifically known as COMT, you don’t...

Let’s get one thing straight: surfing is not the Olympics. No one is getting a gold medal for making it to the lineup first. And yet, for some reason, there’s this idea floating around that the best surfer is the one who started at age...

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