I love walking around in nature– out in the open or in gardens– breathing fresh air. Well, I mean I love it when there are no mosquitoes, and when it’s not too hot, too humid, or too cold! Under those circumstances, I still love viewing beautiful scenery through a window or from behind a mosquito screen, or barring that, vicariously through poetry, prose, photography, or art.
It would be easy to leave it at that, but then I feel compelled to try to evoke for others the images, sounds, smells, and emotions that nature triggers for me, and I’m always in danger of sounding like a mushy 19th-century Romantic!
Why? The truth is, I grew up in the wrong century. As I mentioned in a previous post, my parents in mid-life, smack-dab in the middle of the machine-cold modernist 1900s, “had bought a small farm, and took us city kids into a new world full of big sky, clover fields to run across, cedar woods, river flats, a shallow river to stick your feet in on a hot day, a huge garden to help plant, water, weed, harvest…” Here, they cultivated memories of good old days in their idyllic country of origin (always referred to as “at home”). And they loved poetry. Inadvertently, they grafted considerable old-fashioned Romanticist leanings into my heart.
Then, beyond our own idyllic farm, my nemesis was the last section of my 2-mile walk home from school. It was a solitary gravel road down a steep hill through the woods, then across one of those historic iron bridges with a wooden floor. The scene was irresistible. I often stood there for an extra half hour, mesmerized by the sunlight sparkling on the gentle waves of the wide, shallow river winding through the valley between farms. How could I not make up poems and stories about nature? There you have it: nature showed off its beauty everywhere, and it was hopeless to resist!
Writing poetry or prose about nature or anything else faded somewhat during my grown-up decades filled with jobs, family, moves, and distractions of all kinds. The World of Writing/Art kept spinning on its axis, orbited by Modernism, Postmodernism, Deconstruction, New Formalism, and myriad other esoteric” -isms,” completely unhampered by any of my personal attempts at writing. I will be forever grateful to caring, helpful mentors along the way.
Ironically, it’s in retirement in the 21st century that I feel free to indulge in my Romantic sensibilities again! (I guess I was born in the right century after all!).
During my cancer treatments, being outdoors and enjoying nature became a therapeutic necessity to supplement medical treatments. In the Expressive Arts Therapy classes for cancer patients, we wrote, painted, drew, puttered with various art materials, danced, sang, recited, with no striving for artistic merit. It was all simply to connect with our emotions, helping us to work through debilitating, negative thoughts and feelings, and promoting healthy, healing ones. (I think people should do this often, just for fun and health!) Our instructor used pictures, music, spoken words, and tactile exercises to get us started. It’s significant to note that it was the scenes and sounds of nature that most often triggered feelings of relaxation, peace, joy, strength, and hope.
Let’s face it, it’s very hard work to write, paint, or create whatever, when you intend to share the result with others! But the mere possibility that a poem, a phrase, a picture might give someone out there a fresh look at the beauty that is all around us in God’s creation, a lift in their daily routine, a smile on their face, maybe even joy, now that would be worth it all!
Very inspiring post Hildegard. Thank you for writing it . Nature has always been mysterious solution when I need an escape 🙂 They trees have no words but they swish with the wind and I feel welcome 🙂
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Thanks for your sweet comment, Ady. I like your description of the swishing trees – yes, you can understand their whispers in any language! 🙂 I’ve been thinking about you, and hope your studies are going well! ❤
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I admire your ability to describe so clearly and humerous. I am thinking of the memories from your childhood
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Thanks very much for reading, and your lovely comments. Yes, these childhood memories, especially connected to nature keep cropping up for me now! I realize what a privilege I had, running around in that freedom, and what a refuge it was from many problems of life at that time, as I’m sure you understand well. I admire your ability to write from the heart in a language you did not grow up with. Blessings.
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Thank you for these encouraging words Hildegard. I am a collector of that as much as I strive to be a supporter myself
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Nature is truly amazing. I feel so calm and peaceful outside. And I am happy that the mosquitoes are gone now 🙂
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Such deeply lovely reflections and insights about the healing effects of art and nature. And such a stunningly beautiful “manipulated photograph” of birch trees, Hildegard! Thank you for sharing a glimpse of art and nature without the cold north-wind of winter or the hovering mosquitoes of summer. 🙂
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Yes, there is much to explore in the interactions of creativity, nature, and healing. As for winter – today there was some white stuff flying toward our windshield as we drove home through the countryside this evening, so there’s no getting around that we’ll confront that scenery soon enough… 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed reading, and thank you for your comments.
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This is inspiring to read and I can see how you feel about the nature. You had a golden childhood. Many do not have that and their interest in nature lies sleeping still.
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Thanks for you kind comment, and the reminder of how special my childhood in the country was, half a century ago. Yes, many people are stuck in drab and even dire city and social conditions. On the other hand, there are many beautiful cities with parks and green spaces, and lots of people who enjoy hiking and outdoor sports. Environmentally-conscious people have made good advances in cleaning up pollution, etc., yet there is so much left to do. Hopefully we can remind and/or inspire people to see nature as it was intended – as a source of refreshment, nourishment, and beauty. 🙂
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Yes, there is still much to enjoy in cities.
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