“It touched me in a way that I’m still tearing up, and I’m not entirely sure why.”
It’s been three years since Griffin Colapinto was crowned the Gandhi of surfing for his search for meaning amid the chaos of a port surfing life and two years since he fell under the spell of charismatic faith healer Joe Dispenza.
The almost twenty-seven-year-old Colapinto, you’ll recall, pivoted to Sādhanā, an ego-transcending spiritual practice from India, a move that was quickly dismissed by Kolohe Andino, a believer in the Christian doctrine, who advised, “No false idols.”
According to Colapinto,
We are all part of a web, each and every one of us is connected to it. A change or healing in just one person affects the web and Change creates new possibilities. Your personality creates your personal reality!
Clearly our world is not in its best state right now. But don’t worry because there’s a higher consciousness emerging! I saw it and felt it.
But if you were to think that Griffin Colapinto was the only pro surfer to seek higher truths, a desire to examine the machinations of the universe and so on, you would be very wrong.
For today, it was Italo Ferreira’s turn to find magic in the most unexpected corner. In the Olympic gold medallist’s case, it was a pudding salesman that showed him the god within us all.
Today, I witnessed something truly special and was struck by the humility and strength of this couple as they shared their work. They were selling pudding, and when I looked at the man for a moment, I could clearly see the happiness on his face, just from selling pudding alongside his partner. It touched me in a way that I’m still tearing up, and I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it was their simplicity, their determination to make it work, or the powerful connection between them. I found that moment so beautiful, and I truly believe I was meant to be there to experience it.
I’ve found profundity in many varied places: at a shiatsu joint in Padang, in a back street in Kuala Lumpur, on the deck of a catamaran during the early-ish days in the Ments, in a carpark around the side of Bondi and, three times, in a birthing suite.