Whenever I move to a new place I walk around and talk to people, exploring, looking for a park or garden or piece of nature, within walking distance where I can go to watch the sunrise or sunset, chill and listen to music.
Even in the middle of a big city I was able to find a lovely huge park with woods and a lake. At least twice a week I would walk there, and first sit in the woods under the tall tall trees, then up the hill to a bench with a view of the lake and the city…
I enter into nature around me and within me, to feel everything, the textures and sensations, the wind and sun, the leaves and rocks, letting the fragrance of the roses fill me up. Then I explore what’s trapped inside my body and heart…
There’s not much I need to do, just become part of the tranquility that is already there, breathing from that freshness into my stuck, stressed and anxious places, and letting nature calm me down and heal me…
Some days I dance, and some days I play on the slide. Sometimes I make a friend. Once I met a young woman who was having a psychological crisis and needed healing and I was able to help her and connect her to resources to support her…
I also bring a piece of nature back home with me, whether its my walking stick, or a handful of helicopter seeds, or a fragrant red rose, maybe a stone or leaf, maybe a dandelion or something…
