Dear Outdoors: I Miss You
In this crazy new COVID world, we have all had to relinquish control over our own lives. Not only have we been thrust suddenly into a situation in which planning for our future has become impossible (I never saw being able to plan as such a gift before. Being able to plan whatever you wanted, as and when you wanted to. Oh, to be able to make plans for my own life again) we have also been pit into a situation in which getting outdoors is restricted. For people who live in a place where nature is at hand and populations limited enough that they can be outdoors and remain fully isolated, this doesn’t cause such an issue. For those of us who live in big cities where nature is limited to begin with and the few outdoor spaces there are have now been closed, the struggle is real. And here in Toronto, I am struggling. Big time.
I miss nature immensely. I grew up in a place where it was around me all the time, and I have always sought it out on holidays and made plans for trips to get a much-needed dose when living in cities. Now, unable to do so, I am realizing how deep my love for it goes. I guess it’s true what they say… absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I am writing this particular post because I don’t want to forget this lesson. I see it as a letter to my future self. A reminder to:
Seek out nature. Even when it’s cold. Even when it’s raining. Breathe the fresh air by the gulp-load. Dip your toes in the water. Definitely walk on grass barefoot – never stop doing that. Lie with your face turned to the sun, lines be damned. Feel it soak into your skin and listen to how your body sings in response. Take your hair tie out when it’s windy and open the window when it’s thundering. Veer off the path to crunch that one delicious leaf. There is nowhere you can get that same feeling which Mother Nature provides, and man, oh man, do I miss it.