I love seeing videos like this. Makes me miss living in Waialua. The north shore community survives on individuals like this. Eric puts his heart and soul into all these boards and helps out future board shapers. I love this addition to the PROFESSIONal series. Enjoy all you surf bums.
March 13, 2011
Mountain Man March Day 13
I moved away from home out to Cali about 3 years ago. I have traveled to Hawaii for a bit and currently reside in St. Paul. Over the years I have met some amazing people and continue to do so today. Life is an amazing gift that some take for granted. I appreciate each day I wake up because sending a positive and loving message out to the world is something I truly enjoy. With all of the terror and destruction in this world going on today, I feel myself missing my friends and family. Knowing everyone is okay makes my heart grow. I am grateful to have to people in my life that have gotten me to this point sitting on my bed meditating. This video was one of the songs I had listened to on my travels and realize that it is very hard to be away from everyone. I have no regrets in my life and the path I am on is a great one, who knows where I’ll end up next. So this is for everyone letting you know that I cherish you all. Great songs for mounatin man march as well.
mountain.
Love Sure Dude
February 18, 2011
Standing
Waiting on drunken stilts
I seeked the beauty
That had already been present
Rescue these inhibitions
Because they make no sense
Yet I find interest in
Understanding
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
I hide upon return
Fore no one knows
What I had seen
Or what I want
Lost looks drive me further
Happiness, yours and mine
Are on trial
My optimism
Thinking it will evetually get better
Drove me deeper in denial
As months down the road
I ask again
Why do I stand here
What is my next step
Things change
And that is good enough
I stand in happiness
February 10, 2011
Note: Title Unknown
With a future in sight
A painful glow
Picturing you back with me
Now back to reality
The street feeling the weight of a thousand weeping lives
Punishing their support
seeking lower with our highs
Gaze at the eyes that look down
Waiting for the moments
We found, so profound
When Im up Im so low
When Im here Im not there
When we hurt i don’t care
Trust me I can’t even amaze myself
With all the love u gave
Hard not to behave
Like children
Take the emotional toys
Spread this mess
Take these emotional joys
And arrest this dress
I watch a thousand crows Find room to perch in this cold heat
I watch a thousand flakes fall from so high up
I watch myself move forward and look back
But catch my feet
St. Paul 2011
February 2, 2011
Meditation
Meditation has been a fairly new experience in my life and has helped with my anxiety. First it was mildly self taught through self help books and stories I’ve heard. Being had graced with a few instructed-guided meditation in the past month. Learning more about my spirituality before hand was a much needed necessity. It had always been there, but where had it been. One excercise I was taken through started with relaxing my whole body while sitting comfortably in a chair. Think of a color, I pictured red landscapes then proceded to a yellow landscape. This setting soon turned into a rolling grain field. As I sat upon a hill leaning against a tree, I quietly observe my surroundings. The next color was violet and I watched the sun setting with blue colors and sat peaceful as the full moon perched on my left, pushing the shadows right. No planes or signs of life anywhere. The rolling hills part to form the ocean. I was to depict a setting where I felt total serenity. When I lived in waialua,HI, I remember a night I had taken an evening stroll to the beach. The full moon sat high and the sounds of the beach were so calming. I sat and reflected on my life and was taken by how the full moon bounced light water mixing with the sand. The surreal setting seemed like a dream. As I was meditating it wasn’t hard to physically feel like I was there. Aquiring this visual stage presented such a great peace of mind. Finally a spot to present my thoughts and organize the ones that I am capable of releasing . After I finished my meditation, one thing that came to mind. I treat life like a messy room and then clean it by cramming all the negative stuff into the closets. The closet fills up, breaking the door pouring out the negative aspects of my life. By trying to get rid of the past it came back messier than ever. Organizing my room seems to be a better option. I can never change the past nor deal with it, but keep it there as just a thought in the chaos of today. I’ve learned to listen through meditation.
December 10, 2010
What next….
I sold my soul
For inevitable and sad love
I sold my soul
For the corporate expansion
I sold my soul
In the spring for a life not so promising
I sold my soul
When the waves were to harse
Without my head above water
I sold my soul
On the cold midnight street
Upon the living not dead lifestyle of gloomy deaths from lost memories rising
I sold my soul
For withering temptations and snide”fuck america” ambitions
I sold my soul
For the undying men in the fore front figuring out ways to kill us all
I sold my soul
In search of insanity instantly gratifying
Lives in which number of years spent
Creating a bitter life
I sold my soul
To join the bond between lost brothers
And in keeping those closer as my enemies
I sold my soul
For any bit of happiness that we deserve
Desperate to find ourselves
Digging deep in the wrong directions
Stabbed by the industrial aspects
Of a lost and drunken culture
We need our time because when its over
It won’t matter
Its a gift
Its nothing
Its everything
Its gone
It never was
Where will you find your soul….
Waialua 2010
