Water is a part of our world. We are made up of mostly water. We bathe in it, we cook with it, we drink it, and can’t live without it.
Why do we feel it is so tranquil and healing? Why does water or the sound of moving water relax us or lull us to sleep?
Having finally arrived at our friends’ cottage yesterday after months of social isolation, one of the first things I did was go straight down to the dock on the lake and just stood and breathed. The light on the water was magical. Throughout the day I would periodically walk down and sit and just watch with my feet in the lake.
The sound of the waves and the sunlight sparkling on the water was the most peaceful thing I’ve experienced in a long time. We went out on the lake just at sunset for a “blow the cobwebs away” boat ride, stopping to watch ducks and a loon family on the water.
Sitting early in the morning as I write this, coffee in hand looking at the still grey colours of Lake Cameron, flat grey clouds along the horizon bring another form of peace. A place to reflect on the last few months and what we do in the coming few.
The closeness to the water is more relaxing than I’ve been aware of before. I’ve always enjoyed lakes and beaches. We even have a wall water feature on our balcony at our apartment. But what I’ve realized finally getting up here is how healing it is in so many ways that I had forgotten about.
Perhaps there is a greater awareness having been through months of self-isolation as we all have been that makes us appreciate the openness of being here. Maybe the gratitude of being away and feeling free is a part of it too. But maybe just being near, in and on the water is a more primal feeling? A chance to forget what we’ve done and experienced and just be in the moment?
For the next few days I’m going to sit and watch and listen to the magic. No emails and no noise. Just water around me reminding me to stop and listen and breathe. Just me, the lake and a family of loons….