I think I had a rejuvenating experience yesterday.
This infographic has been floating around Facebook (also found here), and I completely agree with its tenet that there’s a link between human health and the great outdoors. Personally, I get a bit twitchy when I haven’t been around trees for awhile.
All day I was stuck inside, battling an incessant bout of the sneezes and working from home at the same time. I suppose I could have put my head and the rest of myself outside for a few minutes, but this particular outside is very unprepossessing: A few straggling county- or condo-owned trees, a Park’n'Ride lot, a busy street, and foot traffic from other members of our condo community.
It’ll come as no surprise that I wish to be out of this condo community some day soon. About the only joy I get from our outdoors here is the lilac tree that we don’t even own, and the warbling finches that come to the bird bath we do own.
I saw that infographic above and posted it to my own Facebook wall. When my husband came home from his job, he had one thought in his head: Whisk me off to the woods.
I was still sneezing, irritated, and disinclined to move, but I went anyway.
It was perfect.
I got my trees, but also something I didn’t even know I needed: The intoxicating abandon of the wind.
The park we went to has it all–forest, picnic grounds, golf course, trails, and the lake. One way to see the lake is from above, cliffside, gazing out to the horizon. I found such a cliffside, with the wind tearing my hair to pieces before I even got close, and the waves roaring up at me from so far down below.
All around me was erosion, yes, and trees canting crazily off the crumbled sides, and a rickety wood-and-wire barrier to keep fools out–yet I knew I had to get closer, knew I had to sink to the ground and just sit there in the grass and let the wind sweep over me.
And I did. I felt perfectly safe, grounded, in touch with the earth, the sky, and the lake–in touch and a part of them, yet apart as well. Whether I was there or not, the wind would keep blustering and the trees would keep on growing. The very unexpectedness of this rather desolate place served as an anodyne to my particular ague, and there was something about the disinterest of the elements that put me back into my own perspective. I was able to come back home refreshed, awake, and alive again. Priceless.
The cliff, and it was far more windy than this shot shows
What ‘s your go-to for recharging? Has anything unexpected ever helped you?