for living well
The Japanese concept of “Ikigai” welcomes one to define what it means to live your life to its fullest. Wellside invites you to keep this essential question in mind as you begin the journey home with us.
Much like any dream, the desire to live well requires a strong foundation if it’s to be actualized. We need well-lit markers on our path to wellness to remind us of what we’re striving towards and why our life’s fulfilment is a worthy endeavour. We believe true fulfilment is rooted in the home. Fittingly, Wellside finds its greatest inspiration in nature.
There is no knowledge so hard to acquire as the knowledge of how to live this life well and naturally.
Japanese Principles of Design
Traditional Japanese design draws from a series of interconnecting principles that influence and inform one another, like elements in an ecosystem.
These principles evoke the finer senses and offer our homeowners a way of being that goes beyond the physical walls of their home, calling to the centre of wellness within.
A location is more than a pairing of coordinates on a map.
A good location has purpose. Layers. Life. Wellside is anchored in the centre of the Cambie Corridor, enriching our homes with a source of vibrancy and strength. Land that was once farmland and forest a century ago has undergone a rich history of evolution and emerged as an urban gateway to every kind of wellness pursuit and pleasure.
Eventually everything connects people ideas, objects. The quality of the connections is the key to quality.
- Charles Eames
Wellside sheds the conventional belief that life is a singular sport.
We believe in the community’s power to drive positive change not just for the individual, but for the whole. A great community inspires beliefs and celebrates differences. An authentic sense of belonging enhances our connection not only to others, but to the spaces we embody and the natural world which surrounds us.
Quiet. To wake up at Wellside is to awake with stillness. Light streams in from the west window. The kind of generous breeze that only lingers through the last days of summer leaves traces of warmth in the air.
The first order of the day is breath. I take in the surroundings from the balcony off my bedroom. Outside it’s oak trees and bird songs. Inside, essential oils and vintage brass.
A vinyl record bookends my day and sets the pace. This morning it’s the prophet of the prairies, Joni Mitchell’s Hissing of Summer Lawns. I pair this ambience with a pour over of Matchstick’s La Tortuga coffee, making a note to refill my supply on the way to Queen Elizabeth Park.
There are work calls and first drafts are due, and of course I should call my mother, but I let those items simmer and take a moment to myself on the patio first. I wave at my neighbour's three-year-old daughter across the courtyard. She is full of joy at all hours and I remind myself that mindfulness is a gift.
I try to take this reminder with me as I step towards my day. The feeling of my bare feet on the oak floor. The ceramic mug that warms my palm. The excited nature of my dog’s tail as we head towards the door.
I meet my friend for lunch on Main Street. We choose Ann and Chi not just for the Crispy Spring Rolls, but also for the atmosphere of the alfresco dining areas that have begun to dot the street this summer.
The neighbourhood has an old soul with new clothing. Walking along the corridors, you have the sense that people have chosen this place because of its colour, its distinct character, for centuries. And yet modern life is here on every corner, changing and evolving with the seasons.
On my way home, I stop by Nineteen Ten and Welk’s General Store. I’m by no means a botanist, but my neighbour’s green thumb has inspired me to dig a little deeper into the plant life on my patio. It’s never too late to teach an old dog new tricks.
I’ve made plans with a coupling of neighbours for a potluck under the communal pergola, and I make a quick trip to Choice’s on Cambie to pick up a selection of charcuterie items for my appetizer. The sun sets later and later, and on a Friday in August, these hours have become the harvest.
I try to steal 5PM for my writing time in the community’s reading area. Occasionally, I pair this ritual with a Negroni. Tonight this hour is mine before we dine. We meet in the dwindling heat and everyone has brought their best to the table. Chianti and conversation. Burrata and braised lamb. Thoughts on the days and thoughts on the future. Dogs, children, and partners in an eclectic community.