i was raised mostly indoors in the philippines, in an air-conditioned existence. and a good little life it was. but what a shame, to have been living on a tropical island and to very rarely have enjoyed the jungles and beaches my country must have had, and still has to offer.
but perhaps this is why i have become addicted to finding a way to get outside.
there is a quality of light, unlike any other - especially on cloudy days, when concrete gives way to to the elements. i find myself breathing more deeply. i retreat to the quietest corner in my mind: a vantage point that sees and feels with distinct clarity. it is when i get outside that i find peace enough to get me through the chaos of the moment, the day, the week.
it is when we are outside that i spend most of my time being grateful.
: for the wife who complements my inability to let my son explore the rocks further than my comfort zone instead of his.
: for the son who loves the beach and ocean as much as i do.
: for the daughter who is still small enough for us both to enjoy her naps on my chest.
: for our vancouver family, the people who make it possible for us to carry on with our lives the way we do.
: for the city that offers us so much more than just a place to live and work.
i am so very grateful.
though if i was being honest, the wife would probably say that it is when we are outside that i am most "spacey."
i really must work on being more mindful, conscious, present.
because it was when i was most grateful that the girl had her very first tastes of the sunset beach sand.
(go ahead. shake your head. i already have.)