Easkey Britton

“I've always found the word "period" strange. A period of what? A period of pain, a period of loss? Many other words for it are disparaging or demeaning. I now prefer to call it my "bleed" or "inner winter", because it's a time when I feel the pull to go inward. I recently learned from Manchán Magan in his book meditating on old Irish words and their nuances, that some old Irish terms for menstrual blood were more celebratory, such as bláthscaoileadh meaning "bloom release" or an t-ádh dearg, "the red luck".”
― Easkey Britton, Saltwater in the Blood: Surfing, Natural Cycles and the Sea's Power to Heal

“We came back late that afternoon to find Shams burned red by the sun with bags of rubbish and marine litter collected from the beach. He'd spent the whole day cleaning the entire beach. When I asked why he had done it, he explained that the sea had given him such joy that he wanted to look after it and give something back by taking care of it and cleaning it up. His experience of surfing had altered his perception in way that artist and writer Jenny Odell would describe as "reciprocal attention". A renewed attention to the living world that foster a sense of stewardship and interdependence, that helps blur the distinction between what's "outside" of ourselves and what's "inside" us.”
― Easkey Britton, Saltwater in the Blood: Surfing, Natural Cycles and the Sea's Power to Heal