Lost in the woods. Not lost as in, “Where am I?” Rather, lost in self. Blessed to lose myself for half an hour spending mindful time in the woods. Refreshed, renewed and reawakened in body, soul and spirit. The Japanese have known of it for years: Shinrin-Yoku; literally, forest bathing (being in the presence of trees). I like that.
Studies show that those who spend just two hours a week outdoors report substantially better health and psychological well-being. I believe it. In times of despair, the still small voice within me often whispers, “Daughter, go outside”; and I go.
Open-air therapy—it costs nothing and has no ill side effects.
Gazing over the countryside, I day-dream of the little writer’s studio, perfectly situated along the little creek bordering our property. It’s a dream I’ve had for quite some time—one yet to manifest. When suddenly ,,, shhh, quiet; it’s the whisper once again. “Daughter, look around you. This is your writer’s studio, perfectly designed with you in mind”. Blessed speechless.
I believe in the woods, and in the beaches, and in the fields and mountains. God’s sanctuary of healing, rest and peace. A place of absolute freedom, where creativity flows. A place perfectly designed with mankind in mind.
So, whether practicing social distancing, or in a Covid-19 self-quarantine, I’m spending time outside, wrapped securely in the loving arms of my Creator God. Surrounded by the Heavenly Cure.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau.