It was a busy weekend around here. The city calendar was double booked with the Wild Seafood Weekend and the Rogue Gathering Surf Contest. But that didn’t keep my mind off the fact that 12 months ago, we were sitting in our realtor’s office being told to check out the same events mentioned above. We didn’t. We were on a whirlwind trip where the number one priority was finding a place to live. It was stressful, but I was left wondering if perhaps something good would come of all the madness.
Saturday morning Ryan and I drove down to South Beach to watch our friends compete in the surf contest, and as we realized the significance of the weekend we laughed. The kind of laugh that might be followed with a “well isn’t that something?”
We had pumpkin muffins while we waited for the contest to start. We chased Abigail’s sandy bottom to the water’s edge over and over until more friends came and provided distractions. We cheered when Ollie caught a great wave, which probably wasn’t so great to a professional like him, but was pretty amazing to a first time spectator like myself. Bella, the surfing dog, raced up and down the beach. And the feeling of doing something you’ve never done before, never imagined doing ever, combined with the comfort of being around friends made it feel familiar. Like it was our beach. And the funny thing is – it is ours. We are a part of this community.That something good I had hoped to find in Oregon has risen like a wave on the ocean’s surface. I knew it would come. It was just a matter of time. I am learning to let go. To just be. Be here. And that has been oh so good for me.
So when Asia called at the weekend’s close to ask if I wanted to try stand up paddleboarding (SUP), I said, “Okay!” We weren’t in the ocean, just out on the reservoir, where the only wave was a wave of happiness. And that wave carried me all the way home.