Surf Nazis Have Buddha-Nature

Surf Nazis Have Buddha-Nature

A chapter from Saltwater Buddha: A Surfer’s Quest to Find Zen on the Sea Photo by Siri Sculli By Jaimal Yogis In Hawaii, I saw a few fights break out. But I never had any personal collisions with the so-called “localism factor” until I came back to the mainland— or, as the Rastafarians in Hawaii call it, “Babylon.” After six months at Kalani, I figured I couldn’t live in my heavenly little A-frame forever, so I moved back to California for college classes. To keep up what Rom taught me, I went to that little college town called Santa Cruz: liberal bubble of idealism and drum circles, of health-food stores that out-number Starbucks, of really good cold waves, and, as I would soon find out, angry surfers. At first I was too tucked away to notice them. I found a quiet studio in Aptos next to a park of redwoods...
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