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LISTEN HERE: https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/9c10e4_ec6b75f330444b93932bdd7e0217d00b.mp3 It's a common phrase "stoked". Most often associated, but not at all limited to surfing. In the context of surfing however as an adjective to describe a surfer’s state of mind before, during and after riding waves in the ocean. You will often hear the phrase "Stoked", but also undeniably you will feel the energy of the person sharing it. The phrase isn't just the sound expression; the fe

Dream, build, live and repeat. Thankful for all the teachers, loved, despised or hated, all imparted lessons of the highest order. This is not my story, but I was the student, to witness someone build a dream into their reality... Where do dreams come from - is our imagination inspired... The student must sweat, there are no excuses... The student must lift the tools... The student will sink or swim... And, the wind will blow, the student must hold on tight... But at the en

If you are ever feeling overwhelmed, with anything in your life, no matter where you are there is a simple exercise you can do to help centre yourself. Maybe you did this as a child, but with a bit of focus it can become a hugely grounding exercise. Best done lying down outside somewhere (floating in water face up, is also very good and provides a silence like no other). Stare up into the sky, allow your focus to pick up the movement of clouds, birds, or if there are no cloud

LISTEN HERE: https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/9c10e4_228315d9543c47bf99a67d18a3d0cb0b.mp3 Leaving School Leaving school at 18, my ambition was to build my life around surfing, I was passionate about body boarding, but not very pumped about competitions, so although I picked up a sponsorship from Lifestyle Surf Shop  I kind of new I would have to find another avenue to make ends meet.   I started as a salesman in the shop (Also not really my forte), and then tried tagging alon

BEFORE WE BEGIN. I am not the subject of my soul’s journey; I am the witness. “What is important is invisible to the eye”, it’s not the words, but the space between, and “If I write as if to save somebody’s life, it’s probably my own”. This is not an epilogue, nor an obituary, but neither seems so far away. This is about gratitude, reflection, and contemplation.   In a world obsessed with narrative, what’s more important — theirs or yours? Sometimes remembering one’s past can