(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...

Let’s get one thing straight: surfing isn’t just a sport. It’s not just a hobby. It’s not your Sunday pilates class with a splash of SPF. Surfing is a full-contact spiritual practice disguised as a leisure activity for tan people with questionable income sources. It’s...

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...

You’re sipping your morning coffee, scrolling Surfline like it’s your ex’s IG, and BAM, the forecast says “3–4 ft, clean conditions.” You do a little dance. You stretch. You wax your board with the confidence of Poseidon’s favorite child. But when you paddle out…THERE. ARE. WALLS.Towering...

So, you’ve waxed your board, suited up in reef-ready gear, and now you're staring down the ocean like it’s a boss level in a video game. You paddle out with courage in your chest… until a high wall of white water comes charging at you...

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