So at the end of Surf's Up, the competition is over and Cody has learned that it's not all about being numero uno, and he's found that fighting the board and the waves leads to wiping out.
They have the big competition where they keep score, but then when it's over, they head to the other side of the island where the surfing is for it's own sake. For the joy of the wave.
Apparently, surfing to keep score and surfing just to surf can't be done at the same place.
In the end, it's about friends and relaxing and being one with the wave. OK, cool.
And as I watch I recognize there's this hunger in me to be in step with the Wave, and a hunger to not keep score and constantly judge myself. To have me and the Wave be, like, together, effortlessly, all the time. And to have it be about that and not about the results.
To just relax inside and enjoy the Wave and his love and his leading.
Not that that would mean I'm not active, but my activity would be so in step with the Wave that it was like I was along for the ride, looking like I'm standing still, but really I'm just in perfect balance and harmony with it.
And that Wave is something that is awesome and that has knocked me down so many times when I've fought it. But it doesn't have to be that way; it's not supposed to be that way. It's supposed to be joyful.
And this little cartoon penguin is thinking the same thing, and he goes to the grace side of the island, and he does it. The way it's supposed to be.
And he's so at rest, although very active surfing, that he can even reach his little penguin wing out in the midst of the rushing water and gently touch the awesome face of the Wave that just wants him to cooperate.
I can't imagine a better day.