Faith-filled achievement works through planned, disciplined action. It works by attracting those things of which we are confident and grateful for receiving. It works through commitment and resolve while moving toward things not yet seen.

It's easy to think that there will be plenty of time later to begin doing things we've always wanted to do. Then in blink of an eye, years vanish as if they were snatched away by a thief in night.

Suddenly it's "a dry month" and person is doing a mental double take, waiting on promises he made to himself twenty years ago.

Neil Peart described futility of inaction with words:

"Waiting for winds of change to sweep clouds away. Waiting for rainbow's end to cast its gold your way... You don't get something for nothing."

Now is only time in which we live. Only our choices and actions today will bring rainbow's end with any gold it might contain.

Begin Planting Your Golden Seeds Today

The good news is that it's not too late to begin. It's not too late to reach for calling you've always felt deeply within your heart.

Imagine dream of your lifetime as a beautiful garden. Imagine in vivid detail any textures, sights, sounds, smells, and tastes it will bring. Now imagine that you are going to tell a friend what you have created. How would you describe your creation?

Begin today with this mental blueprint for a great tomorrow. Plant seeds of faith, and then nourish them with intention, commitment, action and resolve.

The Creator has placed within you all you need to realize your dream. Don't wait for end of rainbow, but do start planting your golden seeds today.

Start creating most "beautiful garden" you can imagine. You deserve a pot of gold, and through your actions you will find it!

Clark had his first of many ride-of-your-life experiences that day. He couldn't believe power of it, magic, unimaginable thrill.

He went out to surf that incredible vortex every day. Alone. For fifteen years.

I'm guessing that his parents were either a) clueless about where he was, or b) powerless to prevent him from returning. He couldn't find anyone insane enough to join him.

He wasn't doing it for attention, for chicks, for cameras, or for money. He was out there getting pounded for sake of that big ol' grin on his face and unfathomable sense of connection to something larger than himself.

Clark was like some modern day ascetic, putting himself through tortuous rites and death defying acts of faith while living in seclusion. He became one with water on a daily basis through rigorous attention and exhaustive exploration.

I am humbled. I envy him. And I can't stop thinking about how most of us will never have this all-consuming passion or such a magnificent opportunity to experience oneness with anything.

Jeff Clark may be crazy. He may be obsessed. But he is a man whose mindfulness has inspired and elevated him--and saved his skin on numerous occasions.

We should all be so lucky to discover such a wondrous wave.