By most standards, I’m really really blessed. Sure, I don’t get everything I want and that I believe keeps me humble and grateful. For the most part, I’ve been given gifts that I don’t even realise I need. One such gift is having 2 others places to call home in Perth and Vancouver. 2 beautiful cities in the world where I get to soak up all the nature I never knew I needed … even craved.
Our annual jaunt back to Vancouver saw me jump in a lake for the first time in my life and LOVING it. It was like I could swim forever and not come up.
Evans Lake where my brother-in-law had a lovely forest wedding was also where I became a lake swimming virgin no more 🙂 The cold of the lake surprised me more than I expected but much more than that was how I felt like I could just go on swimming and swimming and swimming. The water felt crystal clean. I could never touch the bottom of the lake no matter how long I tried to hold my breath. If not, for the wedding happening in the afternoon, I don’t think I would have left. Yes, it did cross my mind to ask them to move the wedding party to the dock by the lake. That was early in my trip and I hadn’t really thought much about how much stronger I felt leaving the lake than jumping into it.
Whyte Lake was the second lake I went swimming in. My brother-in-law couldn’t believe that I’ve never swam in a lake before his wedding, he kinda made it his mission to expand my lake swimming repertoire. So we did the Whtye Lake trail which leads you to the lake where you’re rewarded with a swim 🙂 This little hike and swim made me realised how much my body sucks up the energy from nature. I felt winded doing the trail to the lake but after being among the amazing Douglas Fir trees and the swim, I had an unusual second wind. It was like my body was fed and ready to go. I started being aware of my surroundings and how it affected me. Particularly how light I feel after being out in nature.
Growing up in Singapore, we aren’t naturally inclined to the outdoors. It’s hot and humid most days and nature isn’t quite like it is in these other countries. So we actually don’t know how much we get from nature, we simply never had the opportunity to find out.
And here’s the point of this post, growing up the concept of soul was a religious one. On the way to the mid point of my life, I’ve learnt to read my soul better, to know it’s the source of why I can do good and be better. When my soul is weak, temptations are easier to fall into, vices appear normal and I don’t yearn to try as hard to be the best version of me. When my soul is fed, I am lighter even when things don’t go my way, when I don’t get what I want and the most negative of energies comes across like an annoying mosquito. The question now is how do I keep feeding my soul in this concrete jungle of a home?