Chris Bertish – Normal

This is the story of how a skinny little kid from Kenilworth in Cape Town managed to travel halfway around the world without sponsorship, and then outwit, outsmart and outperform the world’s best-paid professional athletes on a day that changed his life, and the sport of big-wave surfing, forever…” – Stoked! An inspiring story about courage, determination and the power of dreams, Chris Bertish

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White stars rise and fall
in an instance,
as foamy pillowy waves
crash and recede.
I hear the beating of the ocean’s heart –
steady and constant,
loud and silent.
Each moment slides into the next,
pouring light and wonder
into my throbbing heart.
Like a lover’s kiss
that is slow and intense;
Moving, dancing, praying
through time
as if it were eternal.
And the waves continue playing,
and the heart continues beating.

Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup

Getting to Know Myself and The World Around Me Through Photography

Story by Brandyce

During a brief time in my life, I naively thought I’d be racing up the corporate ladder in a large media corporation in my hometown of NYC—making my way through the cut-throat world of marketing, public relations, and advertising. Then I realized that lifestyle wasn’t conducive to my spirit. I needed to find a way to be more creative without all of the restrictions.

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Always Coming Home

“When I take you to the Valley, you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right, the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and maybe you’ll say, “There it is, that’s it!” But I’ll say. “A little farther.” We’ll go on, I hope, and you’ll see the roofs of the little towns and the hillsides yellow with wild oats, a buzzard soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season, and maybe you’ll say, “Let’s stop here, this is it!” But I’ll say, “A little farther yet.” We’ll go on, and you’ll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river, and looking back you’ll see the river running downward through the wild hills behind, below, and you’ll say, “Isn’t that the Valley?” And all I will be able to say is “Drink this water of the spring, rest here awhile, we have a long way yet to go and I can’t go without you.”  – Ursula K. Le Guin

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