The cradle of civilization was carved from salt. Wars have been fought over it. If you don’t eat it, you will literally die. Which is pretty great, because salt is the joie de vie of the pantry. Some people have a sweet tooth – I have a salt tooth. Give me pickles a plenty! A family sized bag of chips is just a fancy way of saying Sadie sized. I eat deli meat from the package with firm regularity. I want buckets of that sweet, sweet salt.
So I speak from a very honest place when I say that Salt Wellness Center was going to be my wheel house. I’ve wanted to try this for a while, and with Neils shoulder injury from wrestling the biggest fish you’d ever seen from the waters of White Rock (or so goes the story as he tells it), this was the perfect time to mix wellness with healing.
We started with the Salt Therapy room. I know, I’d never heard of it either, but it was really cool! You put your personal belongings in a plastic bag, and sit in a super relaxing room and there’s a faint whirring in the background. The air is being filled with fine salt particles and the whole process is, you breath. No super deep breaths or anything, just regular, relaxed breathing. The salt is entering your lungs and removing the moisture, which means when you’re back in the real world, you’re expelling all the bad stuff you high-key wish you could see all the time. Remember the 7 cigarettes of smoke that we were all breathing during the peak of the fire season? That’s what salt therapy is all about : in with the good, out with the bad.
Allergies? Salt Therapy. Got a bad cold? Salt Therapy will make you feel right as rain. Quiting smoking? Speed up that healin’, it’s Salt Therapy!
The thing that I like most about Salt Therapy? It’s not trying to be something it’s not. Part of the reason I’m so inherently cynical about wellness treatments is the foofarah that comes along with it, but Salt Wellness Center is very simple: It’s Salt and it’s Wellness.
And speaking of simple, next was the Float.
Now, Neil is using this treatment as an honest to goodness remedy for an injury, but for me, it was going to be 90 minutes in a sensory deprivation tank. As an anxious person, that sounds like hell on wheels. But when your work says do a thing, you do a thing, cause hey, I like being able to afford food.
I’m gonna just start out by saying, this was one of the most positive things I’ve done for myself in a really long time.
I always pictured the egg like pods that you see in the pamphlets, and they totally have that for experienced floaters, but this starter room was super cozy! It’s like a private suite with a salt bath in it! I could choose my own music (that gets piped in through underwater speakers, how cool is that) and I had full control over the amount of light that I wanted, and even what colour best suited me. I chose violet.
90 minutes seems like a long time to soak, but I had a lot of fun with it. I’m a little too high strung for a truly meditative experience (remember the cynical streak?) but I was sort of boogieing around in there, playing with my hair, bumping off the walls~ I had a hay day! I left relaxed and more openminded. It gave me the same confidence that the salt therapy did : I left feeling better. Simple as salt.