Beautifully written Rebecca. I like how you go into so much detail. It's nice to see the photos especially of the deer. Can't believe the spoon is still there. I'm glad you found your way out. Think confidently, and you can do it. :)
The park I used to go to all the time is about 20 minutes away from me so I can't get out into nature as much as I would like to. There are a couple of parks right down the road from me but I haven't ventured into them yet.
“Panic spaghetti” is an amazing line 😂 and as a fellow high arch hiker, when I learned about alternative lacing styles, I was shocked that it worked that well! Beautiful post, enjoyed the journey with you ☺️
I loved this, Rebecca! I had my own “walk” of a sort today, though not nearly so far. I chose a river stone for you as I put my feet in the cool water. I’ll send it along with your book next week.
“...to be out in nature and to damp down the sparks of anxiety that make my everyday brain so fizzingly busy,...”
That phrase totally resonated with me, and I’m thinking of my time in nature as just that--time “to damp down the sparks of anxiety...”
What a difference having the right boots can make! So glad you got professionally fitted boots that work for you. That could be a game-changer :-) And it's so weird how our feet grow like that... I also wear a full size bigger shoe than I used to, but I've decided it's very luxurious :-D
You capture that feeling of panic when the place doesn't quite map out like you imagine perfectly. And I thought it was just me. I'm still not as brave as you to go out in a new wild place yet, but you give me hope. And always, the best shoe sales-people are AMAZING, and provide a life-changing service. Thanks for this post!
Having good boots is SO important. They feel so clunky initially but settle into such comfortable well-worn delights. Happy sigh. Our boots have witnessed very different places. We’re not allowed to walk across other people’s fields over here. Our public pathways tend to be more clearly defined or on public land. I can’t imagine what would happen if I ventured across freshly sown crops! I think I’d learn a few new swear words from the owner! But a pleasure going walking with you. Hugs dear Rebecca. Thanks so much for the link to an older story.
Was momentarily worried you rolled your tongue AROUND the aforementioned spoon.
Your posts are almost like seeing things in person, well done!
Beautiful photos Rebecca and YES Nature!! everyday for me to unplug for the hurry. Thank you.
Beautifully written Rebecca. I like how you go into so much detail. It's nice to see the photos especially of the deer. Can't believe the spoon is still there. I'm glad you found your way out. Think confidently, and you can do it. :)
The park I used to go to all the time is about 20 minutes away from me so I can't get out into nature as much as I would like to. There are a couple of parks right down the road from me but I haven't ventured into them yet.
No (to your final question): it's not the nature I need, it's the walking. The act of walking helps me sort out the world. Your dew was so heavy!
If I had such great scenery where I lived, I'd be walking more too. Great post!
Loved the story & photos of your adventure. Science has proven that being in nature can lower the blood pressure (unless you get lost, of course!) :)
I enjoy being outdoors and have a wonderful park just up the road. Glad you found the right boots for the job!
“Panic spaghetti” is an amazing line 😂 and as a fellow high arch hiker, when I learned about alternative lacing styles, I was shocked that it worked that well! Beautiful post, enjoyed the journey with you ☺️
I loved this, Rebecca! I had my own “walk” of a sort today, though not nearly so far. I chose a river stone for you as I put my feet in the cool water. I’ll send it along with your book next week.
“...to be out in nature and to damp down the sparks of anxiety that make my everyday brain so fizzingly busy,...”
That phrase totally resonated with me, and I’m thinking of my time in nature as just that--time “to damp down the sparks of anxiety...”
What a difference having the right boots can make! So glad you got professionally fitted boots that work for you. That could be a game-changer :-) And it's so weird how our feet grow like that... I also wear a full size bigger shoe than I used to, but I've decided it's very luxurious :-D
Crazy times and great post!
You capture that feeling of panic when the place doesn't quite map out like you imagine perfectly. And I thought it was just me. I'm still not as brave as you to go out in a new wild place yet, but you give me hope. And always, the best shoe sales-people are AMAZING, and provide a life-changing service. Thanks for this post!
Having good boots is SO important. They feel so clunky initially but settle into such comfortable well-worn delights. Happy sigh. Our boots have witnessed very different places. We’re not allowed to walk across other people’s fields over here. Our public pathways tend to be more clearly defined or on public land. I can’t imagine what would happen if I ventured across freshly sown crops! I think I’d learn a few new swear words from the owner! But a pleasure going walking with you. Hugs dear Rebecca. Thanks so much for the link to an older story.