The Beach of Moonlight
- Jimmi Jimmi
- Dec 6, 2016
- 2 min read

The Beach of Moonlight
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, a boy went to the water’s edge. He was at the end of a tough week at work: too many people talking and arguing; the sound of the call-bell ringing in his head; noisy cars and motorbikes; crowded streets and grey buildings in a concrete jungle. There wasn’t enough nature for him. He needed to escape for the day.
He worked in the busy, old Grand Hotel in the centre of the city. It was the biggest and most respected and he was the manager. It was the other side of the valley from The Beach of Moonlight. Every day he would wake early, make sure the hotel was clean and spend the next twelve hours checking people in and out. People from all over the world and from all walks of life came to this old Grand Hotel. The boy had two days off each week and these were his escape days; the days he would go to the beach.
He went to the water’s edge every week – armed with a surf board. He found that when he returned to work after his time at the beach in the surf, he had more energy and his focus was restored. He wasn’t overwhelmed anymore and could concentrate on running the hotel. He began to ask guests to join him on his travels to the beach each week and he shared with them the positive emotions he drew from being in and around the surf and the vast open water. He realised that entering the water was therapeutic to him – Surf Therapy. The sea allowed him to figure his place and size in the world. Surf ensured he held his head high through the storms of life. He felt these emotions in both the crashing of the waves and in the calmest of ripples – he was again part of nature – he was at peace.
It became clear that many of the guests also felt this positive and meaningful connection with the surf and they began to speak of their experiences too. Since then he has plied the waters, sharing his ideas, stories and feelings for his ‘Surf Therapy’. Most importantly, he continued to listen and learn from nature and the tales of others … with respect.
Tale by – (Jimmi. 2015)




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