I reflect on the ways I, too, love the outdoors. Recently I was yelled at by my housemate for opening my bedroom window when the heat in the house is broken and I told her, "I'm sorry. I just love fresh air." The truth is I need it. I don't care if it's winter. I need to smell the living things outside. It makes me feel alive. It rests me when I am anxious. It reminds me of who I am and why I am and where I am going and how I am going to get there. It helps me to believe that everything is okay. Everything is just fine. I can smell the flowers, even if they're closed up for the season, I can smell that they're there, waiting, and they're ready for me.
Friday, April 6, 2012
The Restorative Outdoors
I reflect on the ways I, too, love the outdoors. Recently I was yelled at by my housemate for opening my bedroom window when the heat in the house is broken and I told her, "I'm sorry. I just love fresh air." The truth is I need it. I don't care if it's winter. I need to smell the living things outside. It makes me feel alive. It rests me when I am anxious. It reminds me of who I am and why I am and where I am going and how I am going to get there. It helps me to believe that everything is okay. Everything is just fine. I can smell the flowers, even if they're closed up for the season, I can smell that they're there, waiting, and they're ready for me.
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