The start of this week I am feeling more refreshed than I have in ages, all from a girls trip in the forest.
Holmsley, New Forest (near Bournemouth, UK) was our home for three days. I went all out from the simplicity of past experiences wild camping (really cool but won’t be repeating for a while) to the luxuries of: a tent, a canopy, an electric hook up, a car full of clothes and food, toilets, showers and a shop that literally sold everything and had a take away food service.
I wanted a different experience, to get away from the normal surroundings of life to relax, read, go for a walk in nature and finish it all by going to the beach.
Somewhere out there a hard core explorer is rolling their eyes or my ex may be mulling over my choice of place. That’s just it though, we have choice, we have a few days and can choose to go anywhere! Without any dileberate action I’ve ticked a destination off my bucket list.
It got me thinking about the books in my wish list that are about being alone in the woods I want to read soon and how I miss hiking up and down hills surrounded by miles of green forest and mountains in the distance.
I also thought over some other things, I find that about nature, it’s healing power, to intuitively bring forward what’s important to you, for you.
I thought about how I had come away with the perfect person who knows how to relax; laying under the canopy while I read, drew and painted. Someone who understood napping after breakfast or lunch while in conversation was totally the done thing, who got that I read Gurbani (prayers) often and drew in my journal a lot.
It reminded me that going away as a turbaned Sikh woman is a really great thing, it shows people that all kind of people can enjoy a holiday away with anyone anywhere, in this case camping. We’re more similar than we are different. It also usually brings up a conversation or two in the ladies changing rooms when I re tie my Dastar, it did, people there were really friendly.
I experienced home sickness. I wasn’t missing home, or missing a place I love visiting often (Southall), I missed my Singh (fiancé.) Seeing him and talking to him through video call made it better and worse at the same time. We are often apart so it was more the reality of once again not seeing him in person for a week or more.
I chatted about it and ranted about it, I took showers, I booked kick boxing classes at my gym, I sulked, I contemplated the unfairness of the whole situation. Then I settled down. My friend shared her wise words – sometimes it’s the hype of missing someone we get into, not not being with the person. When you are married, your probably going to wonder when he’s next going away because you are spending all your time together. It’s only a year – that is then, this is now.
That is THEN, THIS is NOW.
It’s so true, you can get caught up in the future as much as you can in the past. I opened up more to the fact I had a wonderful future with the one ahead of me and the present to enjoy, it’s all we ever have after all.
As we walked out of the campsite and into the woods interesting things happened. I was reminded of a past trip in the forest in Thailand, all past trips included lots of arguments. When your in love you ignore them but when your outside of that picture, they are bright red flags you failed to see. Anyway, we walked down the beaten track and it was so quiet but nature was so loud. We walked in fascination of the fun and frolics the animals and insects were having. It struck me that was a good memory, no argument was had because wonder was all that could be.
It sort of sealed something, the glimpse of an argument free memory was given and it gave closure of the past. The same sort of thing happened in the woods, it was quiet but the trees were moving loudly and the birds darting through the bushes made me jump.
I am so grateful for our girls trip and to these fun portraits taken by my friend, the one and only Channah (say it like Anna, or she’ll be after you). Follow her on Instagram @secretly.ch.ana.
Our last few hours away were spent at the beach, it was like we were both embracing our playful childlike selves, I swam in the sea – marvelling at the beauty of where the sky meets the sea and when I say swam, I bobbed, rolled around and jumped over the waves. Chanah walked by the shoreline, she got her dress wet collecting shells and smooth stones in our purple bucket.
This is what makes a trip, the moments in between, the moments that get you from photo to photo.