There is a place that exists where you can wake up with a view of a range of mountains that are covered in a foggy haze on one side of you, but yet just on the other you can feel the smooth- soft breeze of the ocean as you gaze over and watch the waves crash in while you enjoy your morning coffee.
Surfers Corner as the locals call it, a paradise for surfers at any level. I have the amazing opportunity of spending four weeks in this beach town, after being here only just a week, I’ve received some unexpected gifts. I’m volunteering at the super chilled out backpackers known as African Soul Surfer in Muizenberg, South Africa. I started my week working in the café. As my first shift began, I remember the panic and rush of making cappuccinos as a waitress at a restaurant I used to work at in New York, which overlooked the famous New York skyline. I felt a sense of urgency to get this cappuccino to the first guest as they just had arrived seconds before. It was then as I was foaming the milk, I asked myself what am I rushing for? I took a deep breathe in and as I exhaled I smiled, I realized what a beautiful gift this was. I was reminded the gift of how sweet it can be to be the first smile that greets someones morning as I prepared their cup of coffee to start their day. I was reminded what a gift it was to be breathing and to greet each moment and every breathe soft and slowly just like the sun kisses the sky each morning as it rises.
I came here like many do, to strengthen my surfing skills and deepen my yoga practice. I remember this past summer as I was teaching in New York, one day walking along the busy streets of Manhattan and it just came to me, surf and yoga camp, surf and yoga camp. I cant describe where the thought came from it just did, as many of my travel experiences have just came to mind without any explanation at all. I felt a calling for a place where I have never been before. As I sit here and write this, I still can’t believe I am here, as just two months ago I was still day dreaming as if it would really happen.
Getting here wasn’t as smooth as you think it would be. After finishing the summer up teaching in New York, I made my way back to Mexico where my heart was calling me. I fell in love with someone and fell in love with a place that filled me up with so much joy. I have never felt more in sync with myself than I do there, waking up each morning to be greeted by kisses from the person next to you, who you care so much about is probably one of the best feelings in the world. Taking turns making breakfast for each-other has to be single most one of my favorite things ever bebe-e-e!!! Traveling to the breathtaking lagoon of Bacalar and to experience the shimmering turquoise waters of Mahahual, I knew then how deeply in love I was but yet I knew in the back of my mind I had this trip planned to travel on the completely other side of the world, part of me was scared if this would this still be waiting for me when I returned. I spent three weeks in this fairytale where we experienced magic every single day. Leaving this place, I think I cry more and more each time, and I ask myself every time what am I leaving for again?
As I left making my way to the airport, I came to find out that I had no seat on the plane, I took it as a sign that I was meant to stay. Spending another night there, my soul grew fonder and stronger of this place and somehow spending this night alone, I found peace in my heart, as I could feel it would be waiting for me when I return.
As the night grew to day, it was time to try again, no interferences this time, I made my way to Miami, New York, London then Cape Town just within 48 hours. As I arrived to Cape Town I was scared as if I made the right decision, am I being selfish? Am I running away? All these doubts came to mind, as I know I should not give any belief to these fears, I observed these thoughts as I know holding onto them would give me no sense of relief.
Arriving to Soul Surfer I was exhausted emotionally and physically, I laid down in my new dorm bed and fell asleep, knowing when I would awake this would be my new reality.
A week has passed and there has been more than enough signs to remind me of where my heart awaits. Sometimes it does have to take 5000 miles to realize what you really want in life, how rare certain people are and to treasure them while you have them. Sometimes as well, it has to take you 5000 miles to remind you to live in the moment and to not worry about the past or future. You can’t help what your heart wants, but you can’t help where you are and why you are there as well. Live for today, speak nothing but the truth and the rest will follow. Help those you are surrounded by and be engaged with them as these conversations will lead you to the answers you are looking for.
September in Muizenberg can be quiet most of the time as Spring is only just arriving, but if your looking for a place to settle into and chill out for a month, it is the perfect time of year and the perfect place to be. This beach town is small and quiet, a place to surrender yourself, reflect, read, write, surf and do yoga. Enjoy the solitude and take time to go inward both in body and mind.
You can experience the Berg, from spending a day hanging out at Boulders Beach with the penguin population, or catching First Thursday’s in Cape Town which happens once a month and consists of a night checking out the local art galleries, funky beats and local hipster vibes. You can spend a night low key playing pool with backpackers from all over the world or check out Blue Bird Market which happens every Friday night. You can get a taste of all the local food vendors, from some traditional Samosa’s, to pretty much any food you can think of from all over the world, don’t forget to try some of the Irish coffee fudge or honey chocolate bark as a dessert ; ).
Having my first surf in the Indian Ocean, I was nervous as I had only surfed in the warm Pacific Ocean in Costa Rica before. I put my wetsuit on and jumped right in. The waves were much stronger, colder, heavier than I was used to. I just then rested and relaxed on my board as I was reminded by the waves of how you just have to flow with them.
There is no control of what wave might come, as I awaited my first wave, thinking to myself maybe it will be big, maybe small, I have absolutely zero control of what will come, all that I can do, for whatever wave may come is to be ready for it and paddle as it will take me ashore, either standing or completely wiping out from it. That is the beauty of surfing, as it teaches us to ride each wave as best we can, knowing it is only just bringing us upon shore, back to our true selves, to the place where we exist.
As the nights are very quiet I let my mind wander, I keep asking myself what to do next? Thinking about the future of where I should be, where do I belong? Fully feeding that ego ego which is always so eager to want to know, and to have a plan, to never to just be okay with the uncertainty.
As I put my intentions out there, I know as well I need to put in the effort. I write some emails, do some research but do not devote my time to worrying about where I will be. I come back to the present moment and am greeted with two messages from fellow friends reminding me why I am here. Reminding me, you can’t help what your heart wants, but to trust in your heart knowing that things will work out. Trust in the truth.
Muizenberg, thank you for this magical week, you have given me so much time for reflection, and have reminded me of how to keep coming back to the present moment. I am so grateful to be here to experience you and am open to give and receive what the next weeks have in store. I hope to all of you that you can feel the same, wherever you are, wherever it may be, as every place can be your reminder at any time as well. Love and Light.