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Bio - Eric L. Mihelbergel is an intermediate/advanced windsurfer, kiteboarder, and foiler living in the Great Lakes Region of New York State who enjoys sharing about windsports and fitness.
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The Uncommon Freedom of a Waterman
By Eric Mihelbergel (Written 2014)
We live free, mostly uninhibited, in a nation of boundless opportunity where dreams and reality can join hands and become one. Our mind, without limits, can think all that it wishes. Our heart and spirit, united with the love and energy of the universe, give each one of us the possibility of pure happiness. We are free. But how many of us truly FEEL free? How many of us are LIVING free? I look left, I look right, and prisoners abound. There is a man driving to work, bound by a schedule, deadlines, a chain. He takes pride in his work, gladly provides for his family, and enjoys contributing to society. But he struggles to release his spirit, to experience a freedom without commitments, to live a life without pressures, to find a way to DELIBERATELY be.
But as a waterman, I wake each morning with profound perspective. I am being, feeling free, bound by nothing, and peaceful in a way I never thought possible. Water and wind tug at my spirit, caress my soul. My commitments exist as they did yesterday, but today they dance with my soul. The same stresses that were draining now melt away. It is freedom completed by the calling of winds and waters. I watch, wait, and listen. When the two harmonized I run to them. We dance. Sometimes for hours we dance. And when the song is over we part. But yet they remain, lifting my spirit from the suppression of responsibilities, freeing my soul. In a day or two the music plays again, and again we dance. Peace abounds within. THIS IS THE UNCOMMON FREEDOM. Find it. Know it. Live it.
But as a waterman, I wake each morning with profound perspective. I am being, feeling free, bound by nothing, and peaceful in a way I never thought possible. Water and wind tug at my spirit, caress my soul. My commitments exist as they did yesterday, but today they dance with my soul. The same stresses that were draining now melt away. It is freedom completed by the calling of winds and waters. I watch, wait, and listen. When the two harmonized I run to them. We dance. Sometimes for hours we dance. And when the song is over we part. But yet they remain, lifting my spirit from the suppression of responsibilities, freeing my soul. In a day or two the music plays again, and again we dance. Peace abounds within. THIS IS THE UNCOMMON FREEDOM. Find it. Know it. Live it.