Showing posts with label surfing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surfing. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Harder than it Looks




Welcome to the island of misfit candy canes. It's so much harder to make these than it looks on tv.

The behind the scenes tour at Hammond's Candies is humbling. And really really fun. My favorite part was putting about 30 pounds of soft, hot sugar candy onto the puller, and watching it go from coffee colored to white as it was pulled and stretched by three metal arms. Shaping the jacket for the candy canes was fun, standing at a table backed by a row of flames. The actual making of the candy canes - that's hard. The candymaker, who has been there for years, doesn't seem to be doing anything but running his gloved hands over the giant roll of peppermint candy. It somehow becomes a perfect cylinder of twisted red and white, cut to the perfect length, then expertly curved and sent on its way down the belt.
It didn't go that way for us. One misshapen mutant cane after another came from our inexpert hands. It's obviously quite a skill, one that can't be mastered in a 90 minute tour. So we laughed, and tried our best, and left with a stash of funny looking candy. It was great.
And I learned something today. I learned that I've grown a lot over the past couple of years. I have finally reached a point where it's ok to not be perfect before I've learned how to do something. I can try, and fail. Fail quite spectacularly. And it's ok. I don't have a meltdown. I don't beat myself up. I can laugh at myself and at the results of the attempt without calling myself a failure.
It reminded my of my surfing lessons. 3 agonizing lessons of not being able to stand up on the board, and hating myself for it. Feeling like a complete and total failure. For my fourth lesson, I had a different instructor. Jason watched me try a couple of pop-ups on the beach. "Ok, you have really long legs, which makes it really hard to pop-up right. So, how about for today, we forget about standing up. Let's focus on catching the waves, doing knee rides, and having fun. And I'll show you how to start reading the waves as they come in. How about that?" Jason, you had me at 'forget about standing up'. I had a fabulous time. I caught waves all by myself. I rode my board all the way onto the sand. It was two of the best hours of the vacation. All because someone gave me permission to change the goal, which changed how I saw myself. Instead of obsessing on perfection, my focus was on catching and riding the wave. So much easier. So much more fun.
It's not that I don't have standards, or that I don't want to do things well. It's just that I've finally realized that I am not exempt from the learning curve, and that's ok.
Pulling sugar and self-acceptance. Both harder than they look.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

landlocked

yesterday I delivered a cake to Simm's Landing
a seafood restaurant that looks like a wharf
complete with pilings and ropes
and an invitation to drop anchor and rest
until the storms blow over
something plucked from the coast
and dropped on top of a hill
overlooking the highway and the mountains

and I thought
what is this doing here?
what am I doing here?
Why am I thousands of miles and millions of years
from the ocean
or a wide rolling river
or a lake too big to see across or walk around in an hour
So far from warm gentle soaking rains that last for days
So far from the sea

No surf to rock me
To bring me home to myself
No waves to wash over me
No waves to ride
That exhilarating rush when the power of water catches the surf board
that sensation that wipes out everything
nothing but the wave, the board, the ride
demanding total surrender to the moment
it is lost to me
what am I doing
what am I waiting for
I feel time going by
and I feel myself not really present
not really living

I feel stuck
parched and landlocked
my anchor dropped in an arid landscape
out of my element
far from home