Its my name: Marisa means "of the sea". I suppose it is suiting. I have always loved reading old diaries of distant lives. Here you can read my ongoing story, a log of riding a log (if you will) with musings, tales, poetry, jargon, secrets, cliches, whatnots and other pieces of my day. So next time you are stuck indoors, pull up a warm chair and read about the simple happenings of my life in the Pacific Ocean.
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August 15, 2012
June 21, 2012
March 31, 2012
Remembering the Present
I don’t want to do this. Life was just fine…until this week. Future plans has pulled the plug that holds all current tasks; motivation has slipped down the drain. All I can think of is trekking South America, making art, starting a bakery in Maui, finding new surf spots, teaching in Japan and everything else that is not the paper I am supposed to be writing. I want to cut off my hair, sew a dress, get a new board. I don’t hate San Diego. I don’t hate school. I don’t at all hate my life right now. I just have to move and I can’t stop thinking about it.
(Source: seahersurf.blogspot.com)
