That’s a surf break called K38 in Mexico.
Beautiful isn’t it?
We’ll come back to its significance shortly….
First though some thoughts on the word “push”
Push as a verb:
- exert force on (someone or something), typically with one’s hand, in order to move them away from oneself or the origin of the force.
Push as a noun:
- an act of exerting force on someone or something in order to move them away from oneself.
- a vigorous effort to do or obtain something.
When I first started writing this I thought of how I don’t like to be pushed. I chuckled when I read the definition – who would like being pushed away from oneself?!
Often when someone pushes me I push back – hard. Don’t you try to move me! I like to be the one pushing myself. I like to put forth that “vigorous effort to do or obtain something”. It can be a very effective when applied appropriately. It can also be exhausting.
This school break I went to California to visit and surf with my brother. We grew up surfing the cold waters of Cape Cod together. Water time with him is an irreplaceable elixir of rejuvenation and I wanted that rejuvenation… I was exhausted from school – from pushing, pushing, pushing….
Fortunately my arrival coincided with waves – good waves – head to over head swells – BIG waves for me. My brother was stoked and arranged the trip to Mexico – to K38 the break pictured above…. I was scared….
It had been a long time since I was in swell that large. The thought of it made me uncomfortable.
My brother has always been the best at pushing my comforts. At seeing through everything to my core and just giving that little push in just the right direction…
My Brother: “Rae you are going to have a great time. Mexico is going to be awesome”
Me: “Joe the waves are going to be huge – no way”
My Brother: “Come on – you’re going to be fine!”
Me: “I am not paddling out in that”
My Brother: “Yes you are and you’re going to love it”
If this had been any other person I would have built my wall, slammed my heels into the earth and not budged….ever. But it was Joe…my brother… the one who got me to paddle out during hurricane winds the only time Plymouth Beach had waves…the one who seems to know the EXACT definition of “push” and exerts a force on me that moves me away from myself – moves me away from my stubborn, fearful, small self…moves me and pushes me to places that I could not have pushed to alone.
Sometimes it takes that outside force. That impulse…much like surfing. The only reason you are riding the wave is because it is pushing you to ride it….
So he pushed. And I moved.
Paddling out to the break was beautiful. Sunshine, blue sky, the smell of sea. The feeling of riding a wave is like no other. And dropping in on that first ride of the day, being pushed by a wave that stood taller than my head, the power and force with which the water moved me…the newfound energy in my body melting away exhaustion…the smile on my brother’s face as I paddled back to the line up…
Sometimes we need that outside force. Sometimes we can’t do it alone.
I bring this memory up as I learn to adjust in chiropractic school.
One job of the chiropractor is to impart a thrust, an impulse, into a segment or segments of the spine or body that are no longer moving in harmony. Chiropractors call this misalignment or unharmonious movement a subluxation. And it’s our job to provide the proper impulse in just the right way to get that segment flowing again to restore rhythm and harmony in the system.
My brother was that impulse. He gave that little push – just enough to get me moving again, and from it I gained so much….
How do you push yourself?
Who pushes you?
Dose it help dose it hurt? Dose it do both sometimes?
What does “push” mean for you…where in your life might you need more or less push?