I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about the healing power of nature. Take our explosive child, Harvey (aka H-Bomb) for instance--from the moment he was born, he was calmed, sedated even by the outdoors, by the sounds smells and feels of it. He still is. When he attacks at night, we simply open the door that leads to the balcony from his room and stand in the moonlight with our baby. He quiets quickly and nestles in, letting us know that he is ready to give the sleep thing a go again. We listen as hard as we can for this moment and then we release him from our arms and tip-toe/run out of the room as fast as we can.
I have needed a little bit of nature healing myself these days--the job, the house, the move, the friends, the general uncertainty. It has been a little too much for this feeble in the first place mind to take. So we have been getting outdoors a lot, or at least as much as this rainy May has allowed. It has felt good. Not perfect. Not even great, but definitely good. It has allowed me to breathe out. To let go of the mess in the house and the chaos in our lives.