I’ve recently rediscovered my enthusiasm for kayaking.
In the past, I kayaked on a pond in Cape Cod, on the Charles River in Boston and on Westlake Lake.
Those excursions were journeys of calm exploration.
I’ve also kayaked in the ocean in Santa Barbara and near the Channel Islands.
Those treks, on the other hand, were stress-filled, water-soaked battles with the currents.
If I were seeking a good physical workout, ocean kayaking would be my choice, but what I really enjoy about kayaking is how meditative it can be for me.
After my often inelegant entry into the kayak, as I dip my paddle into the water, I’m immediately filled with a sense of contentment. The act of kayaking is nourishing and healing to my soul.
I am with nature, surrounded by trees, water, birds, clouds, the sun and the sky. I am using my arms to power myself, doing something good with my body. My mind is quiet, and I am present in the moment.