Recently, I watched a brief (45-minute) documentary called Fish People. The film profiles six people whose lives are intertwined with the ocean. All of them reflect on the healing they experience from life’s challenges, such as loss and heartbreak, when they’re in the water. For some reason, that reminded me of an experience a colleague shared with me about her sister who once suffered from severe depression. Her sister was told that she would never be well. The young woman’s father enrolled her in art classes; she recovered and has since thrived.
Healing comes in so many forms. Most of us can recall turning a poor day into a good one by connecting with nature, taking a yoga or spin class (breathing in that oxygen!), or sharing belly laughs with a friend.
This week, I enrolled in organic gardening classes, and pottery is next. I’ve been feeling drawn to getting my hands dirty again—connecting directly with plants and soil—and perhaps, more importantly, to getting out of my head, away from my thoughts, where I spend most of my time, and back into my body; connecting to life through my hands and my heart.
I’ve learned that success comes in many forms, too. Finding success in every day adds flavor, color and meaning to life.