Day one of my COVID-19 cycle. I awaken ready to tackle the day but am pulled outdoors to let Nature heal me. Although it is already 95o,the relatively low humidity makes the shade almost tolerable. I allow the breeze from a tower fan to fool me into thinking I am comfortable. My body sinks into the chair cushions as if into a warm bath. The acoustic songs of birds, AC units, and light traffic is a refreshing alternative to the digital overload of electronic music and online news recounting the horrific events of this past week. The three-dimensional shapes of shrubs and flowers, blue sky, pool, and even patio furniture is restful to the eyes following too many hours on the computer or pad.
When we lived in the Midwest and I was able to garden, it was exciting to see the leap in plant growth following rain. Although I watered frequently from the hose, the nutrition in rain resulted in instantaneous vitalization. So it is with my body. Immerging in the outdoors is reenergizing, recentering, even if temporarily physically unpleasant. The Midwest taught me that gloomy skies are a call to break out. Returning to a warm house after a walk under the gray skies of Chicago was better than hiding under the bed covers which was my natural tendency.
Perhaps during tense times, we all need to take a few minutes each day to sloth (my new verb) outdoors, letting Nature/God/Creation whatever cradle us. This time of prayer/meditation/navel watching may be a time to refresh our souls and connect with each other at a nascent level, nurturing us to face the challenges of the times and to extend kindness to ourselves and each other.