Day One at Coachella was like arriving on Planet Mars. I applied a golden stick-on tattoo to my arm, one to my face, donned a flowing dress and boots, and felt extremely nervous that I may not fit in. I needn't have worried. Not one bit. There were no expectations, no rules, no judgement here.
An hour later, I reluctantly climb out of the water and rinse off in the shower next to the pier. I walk into a nearby changing room as a soggy-haired surf bum and emerge three minutes later as a (still soggy-haired) news journalist. I hang my head out the window on the 2-minute drive to my office, letting the wind blow-dry my hair into a salty, crunchy tangle that I can hopefully mold into something professional-looking by the time my boss gets in.
From taking weekend trips to the mountains, to getting lost alone in nature with my camera, I've somehow locked away my creativity by stressing about mundane things such as exams, presentations, running an entire student organization, and maintaining my social life. Watching my sense of adventure decrease as I grow older has instilled a great fear within me. Should I be worried that I truly enjoy writing emails, or that I really would enjoy going to sleep earlier than later? Or are these simply normal attributes that come with age? Adventure really can’t be lost forever, can it?
Well folks, THE DAY HAS ARRIVED. Salty at Heart Issue 2 is now available for pre-order on our website!! Issue 2 brings Salty at Heart to a whole new level, with wisdom, ideas, and creative spark from far corners of the globe. You can expect articles about the struggles facing indigenous communities in the Amazon Jungle, living waste free in New York City, and a women’s surf film highlighting India’s first female professional surfer, among others. If you are hungry for adventure and a sense of community then head straight to our website and get in line for your copy of Issue 2.
The air is surprisingly fresh as we ride our bikes, boards under arm, weaving through the lush gardens that surround our surf shack. Dawn is always a magical time of day for surfers, and today is no different. The dark sky awakens to dreamy pastel colors, the wind barely a breath, the burning tropical sun yet to crawl its way up the volcanic mountaintops. In the distance, we hear a loud scraping of metal against road and spot a rusted-out truck coming our way; the noise is atrocious. As we pass the car, we lose it, laughing at the sight—a topless Polynesian guy with his stomach just fitting against the steering wheel, arm resting on the open window, holding the entire car door up on one hinge with his grip, casually cruising along with fresh baguettes on the dash as though he’s rolling in a Bentley.
Salty at Heart has recently acquired nonprofit tax-exempt status and has been growing its team of talented, passionate, creatives and go-getters to help us follow our mission. For 2017 we have many goals set in place and need to grow our team in order to tackle them. If you are stoked about our mission and want to help us spearhead this project, read on!
Not only can we connect instantly to people all over the world thanks to social media, we can also organize in mass with a common goal. January 21, 2017 witnessed this phenomenon first hand, as 5 million people marched in over 80 different countries across the globe in the Women’s March on Washington. In a statement released by the organization, they estimated “about 1.2 million people gathered in Washington, D.C. and another 3 million gathered in cities and towns across our nation, making the Women's March the largest mass demonstration in U.S. history.” They even postulated this event could have been the largest mass globally organized protest in human history.
Women’s rights are human rights, and we need more men on board. Lots of men are distanced from the feminist movement because there is this assumption that men have no place in a conversation surrounding women’s issues, but that simply is not the case. Not only do we want men involved in the conversation, we want them lifting us up and standing beside us marching in the streets. If you have a daughter, mother, grandmother, girlfriend, wife, or sister, then this is your fight too.