The Confessions Of A Wellness Seeker
How the bush - and Singita - taught me to reconsider wellness
Unfortunately it’s not possible to go to my doctor, or a very expensive therapist, or an exemplary yoga teacher, or even my gym trainer (the one that pushes me to climb Everest or Mars depending on his mood) to ask them for some “wellness.” Sure in part - and in their way - they can offer me a service and, yes, it can add to my life in some, very specific, manner - but wellness is much bigger than that. Much, much bigger. Regrettably wellness does not come in pill form, or as a soothing balm that I can buy at the store. Well, there was that crazy strength weed cream I used once…Wellness includes all dimensions and that means mental, physical, social, spiritual, occupational and environmental. A mouth full; or let’s call it mouth, hand, heart and head full.
The other thing I cannot untie from wellness is the personal initiative. It synchronizes with the seeking for a more optimal, holistic and balanced state of well being across all the aforementioned dimensions. It feels like it may be hard work, but with a dynamic resourcefulness and hopefully my swarthy sense of humor maybe it isn’t so difficult to find after all. So I head off in search, less “Eat Pray Love” (because I did that and found myself in India for months) and maybe more “Read. Bush. Think”.